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I should have never let the wild'fire take over the wildflowers Should have concealed all desires, and left smiles near me It's been years, I wake up still dreaming of the time We used to be good friends no need for separation It's so stupid, what is the point of going further into passion that loses meaning, magic, momentum and now fading back into the other side where your face dwells for me how could you think that's all I wanted when wanting your company led to this mess in the first place when we had love, and like blacksmiths forced something solid into a different shape I wish I hadn't, love, for the sake of what we both knew in you friendship that grew with us, now denied by your rationality
why didn't I call back, write you, no choice
but to make no more choices regarding you to show my love I cared deeply and to make it into a darker memory of our past I outlast that images validity, coming out of the fog in tears that I thought was humidity not from me I guess I should have known you were not for me should have left that side alone but I was shaking from the cold and you were too warm no need to create jealousy it was what it was that's why we're not there now I wish you knew my intent never bent to make enemies but perhaps too attached to your energy loving the way you were and so the lines blurred between us leaving undefined designs that lack trust in our friendship rewove into a tapestry of our choosing I simply wasn't there to affirm what I knew that you were----before you painted me a devil one who knew my goodness one who I wished the best for brought you into secret covenants that was my mistake your covenant was meant to be told to the world we could have stayed simple you were meant to be my friend why do you think I fell so shallowly into your arms when I felt like I fell into deep caverns of thought but you'll never read this, perhaps we'll never get re-acquainted for the sake of respecting my love and family maybe it's best yet in my dreaming I see a place for you that's natural based on actual friendship no molten submersions into subversive affections affecting you the way I did must have been challenging attempting balancing after I saw into you and then disappeared how many peers will become my tears knowing that they peered into it and were my measures only to fear and justify our misdeeds with portraits of false resolutions cast into shadows where on the fringes I see your faces the dark portals of realities deception of time opening minds to places long behind them that they've convinced are for the best and accomplishing this must never go back to retract there statements for the enactment of these days spin the emptiness to part souls from places that they cannot grow further yet sometimes the blood trickles down the vine and responds murder who the killed that moment? It was always what not who In the end all I can say is now I would act differently that what I thought to act on emphatically was bad friendship wasting what potentially could have gone on unselfishly and wealthily desire is unselfish though when it remains an undefined feeling more natural the potion of the golden goblet with hearts in friends company it seems so like us to do things that misguide us all a symbol of our love, full of contradictions, recast into the present in a tapestry of our choice
And if I've learned one thing it's that people aren't really that bad too study the mistakes is a mistake I've had move from To exact revenge upon fluidity which changed into more natural expressions would be to not take in what I just said why dwell in these errors when the heir to these bodies are more complex than these bodies containing the image of what they went through emotion, and the silent sound of thought ever contemplating I see the experience of my friends who have been parted from me as being something that could have been regarded to be a circumstantial divide produced from kinetic energy where are you in my life they'd tell me this all is a part of me, you stoked my fire its an important moment my dad was a rolling stone I don't even see him really he feels that I ignore him it's irony, I don't have time to spin this life in front of him but invite him thoroughly to join me and my child is a golden bright beauty watching her eye movements around me bring me back to the now to contemplate with another who wonders "Why, and How" all them questions leading us to what I remember not to focus on words so much anymore It helps diffuse conflicts to understand we come from insatiable complexity memories built layer upon layer upon layer I say a prayer to give me solidity in form while moving on fluidity as a principal of my creation to bring wisdom to the home that I am building with such a sweet woman to be what I must be in order to push the limit in our conversations and return what is rightfully ours to those around me, love and unity why must the story told on your tv be yours many places go without war make note of the complexity of what we propose to do how bold we are to form a goal considering ourselves as a whole what are we why are we doing these things where are we going to I am a spark that sets fire to wicks because you are a spark that's the reason we are talking embarking on oneness in our reasoning how much do you desire to travel outside of these to behold beauty from within to be what you love and see around you oh such popularity is built on deceitful expansion of consciousness when in reality you desire something naturally yours this is life's gift to you to expand to find new memories I give it to you again when I hit the microphone I'm not sure who is home when I'm listening, the transient state awake with fate is there while fighting the withering fight and preparing to take it there what are you upto now a days my friends who am I Aedan Harris Sydney Hoar, Aedan Harris Sydney Alderson what do these names mean? The Harris in my name remains illusory to meaning in a place where Mike Harris became a beast to the people Syd is what they call me or my friends in certain places interesting, this is Aedan's story, inside it must lay a meaning young one born on the middle sun tenth cusp kingdom Aedan being drawn from an ancient unisex god from Celtic history and the catholics recalling a saint that gave away anything to people he saw in need a man who spread the word across england and scotland and then king arthur's father known as uther pendragon meaning bad highking but perhaps only bad because of his success in battle and then theres me, this son of a lesbian, brother of a st. vincent queen, father to aunicorn, lover to a moon fairy, you think I kid you but I am a literalist in most of my writing and so my epic stumbles upon entering, like the rhythm of a fumbling horse who ofcourse is the celtic sign for sagittarius and is also known as the man they say that people like me are supposed to view childhood as a person hunted by wolves that our souls are rare they come from the abyss in an escape made in spirit and hunted by Abyssians in this nature the midnight's children my life had much pain sorrow disdain for itself but all of my friends were the reason in the first place that I had such grace elequontly strung about me surrounded by love always not once forgotten as I had thought in my plotting upon the starts of false hopes rhythms now too unseemly to be me I've seen so many things and my center returns home to love Jesse in the homes of my heart the start of my kingdom but you who shelter me are my home away from home that has kept me I beg you make a path for me to tread the world I must mend by letting people know they are appreciated uniquely and not equally but respected as a unity that glows within ourselves why else would you take time to listen
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