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Post by Lady Anastasia on Mar 25, 2007 18:10:14 GMT -5
All of us are travelers lost, our tickets arranged at a cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes --enigmatic, strange, unreal-- leaves us unsure how to feel. No postmortem journey is rife with more mystery than life.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
Tremulous skeins of destiny flutter so ethereally around me--but then I feel its embrace is that of steel.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
On the road that I have taken, one day, walking, I awaken, amazed to see where I have come, where I'm going, where I'm from.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
This is not the path I thought. This is not the place I sought. This is not the dream I bought, just a fever of fate I've caught.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
I'll change highways in a while, at the crossroads, one more mile. My path is lit by my own fire. I'm going only where I desire.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
On the road that I have taken, one day, walking, I awaken. One day, walking, I awaken, on the road that I have taken.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Dark Rivers of the Heart
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Post by Lady Anastasia on Mar 25, 2007 18:12:36 GMT -5
The sky is deep, the sky is dark, The light of stars is so damn stark. When I look up, I fill with fear. If all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space... Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep or ever to wake, no promises to keep, and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes to study the clear but mysterious skies-- that arch above us, as cold as stone. Are you there, God? Are we alone?
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Sole Survivor
Beaches, surfers, California girls. Wind scented with fabulous dreams. Bougainvillea, groves of oranges. Stars are born, everything gleams.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Winter Moon
A weather change. Shadows fall. New scent upon the wind--decay. Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings. Death is a banker. Everyone pays.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Winter Moon
Under the winter moon's pale light, across the cold and starry night, from snowy mountains soaring high to ocean shores echoes the cry. From barren sands to verdant fields, from city street to lonely wealds, cries the tortured human heart, seeking solace, wisdom, a chart by which to understand its plight under the winter moon's pale light. Dawn is unable to fade the night. Must we live ever in the blight under the winter moon's cold light, lost in loneliness, hate, and fright, last night, tonight, tomorrow night under the winter moon's bleak light?
-The Book of Counted Sorrows, Taken from Winter Moon
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