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[title] => My Hold Masquerade
[time] => 2006-05-15 19:52:17
[hometext] => This is the Holy Masquerade, where demons dress as angels and the angels are nothing but frost-bitten statues. She was there to prove something to herself or maybe to someone else?
[bodytext] => In this holy day and age We tell to each other not stories but riddles Not riddles but the sweet incense of the pipe Flowering from the weed of our iniquities From this desire Inspire our greatest joy, our deepest sorrow For we live not for today but tomorrow And tomorrow's giving does not give to take or rather not to love but break The solitude of our inhaled breath It is the song of the wax-winged sparrow And I call within from ivory pillared halls towering, glowering For I do not belong In a place of such glamorous invincibility To clutch, nails digging Serenity And to you this is nothing more than a hall I must implore That you please not stay out later past ten This balcony, overveiws a cultivated garden of many hues but my favorite of all must be the crimson of the fallen snow The chill that brushes every bone The cloak wrapped around me will not heal that which Time has determined to kill For we all love the chirping of the once-loved harp the solemn bow of the violin weaving a pattern before my very eyes The piano writing down my lines This is the Holy Masquerade Where demons dress as angels they say and the angels do not come down from heaven Because we are all a form of flattery, mockery to imitate them, to bend to them Dance within fire and ice and drink from the tainted spice of life Blood red lips dipping low, tongue drawing patterns Across your porcelain skin The night will go on and I will stand here perched on high Waiting till the night draws nigh Flutter away with the exhale of the sound of the wind Encompassed by the snowflakes And you won't see me anymore nor the palaces that you adore Or the silent garden here below the thrashing of silk upon snow A dance, a dance O let us all dance Will you come and grace me with some formality? But I see here now an angel endowed with a crown of ice Beckons me with gray, dull eyes Because he is the true reality as is the sweet sweet temptation of your lips Drawing me further and further away from him And he calls me back with stone cold wings To breech the walls of my smoldering prison O sing to the Holy Masquerade! This is the truth The truth of it all that all humans are liable to fall To crawl back to where they first began and scratch, hearts bleeding, ears screaming God, God, take me back The sound of the silence is suffocating me I'd rather just stop my heart's beating To be held if only one time From the grasp of the demon's gentle touch his sweet breathe his caressing tongue The words I've known all along to be false And I cannot break away from them O God, God End this Holy Masquerade So that there will be no need for me to fade And this messenger Your silent witness Grant me his protection His voice to denounce all others aside And walk beside Both You and he Though he be made of stone and You are all Enthroned Upon stones most precious and he's just mined from a dried up river But God I'd rather have him than anyone else To overtake this Holy Masquerade O mighty Fortress O mighty Fortress The Holy Masquerade continues on and I am left with this simple song That the piano graced by writing down for me And You are there but a arm's length away Perhaps again another night you will dance with me out of spite Snickering though he does not know me Leave me be, I have not found All that there is around A sound of a child's laughter To which you cannot hope to understand or comprehende And to me it is a song of hope and joy And I'm going now to leave behind The true Holy Masqerade [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Silverleaf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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