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| A Dish Served Cold Your words grow heavy and tiresome Muted, they fade into an endless fog So little merit and much less respect One dancing in darkness with the other Once there was such fire and splendor I would arise to meet your un-welcomed rage Now, you only serve to bore me Laughter and hatred have become my feast I have dreamt of splintering your soul To quench my thirst with your hearts blood My satisfaction a rainbow of black and blue My revenge hiding in painted displays For now, I will rest and send you away Time is too precious for your waste of it Power demands balance Your legs are crumbling beneath you I will watch in silent submission The sheer ecstasy of you humiliation Leaves me breathless and jaded Jo R. Escher 04/29/2004 Copyright ©2004 Jo R. Escher |
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| Shape Shifter Familiar are the steps that lead this dance I have known you before In another time, another place Faint is the memory that lives inside Familiar is the music that moves us now Each knowing the steps that are to be taken In another existence, another world Growing is the memory that lives inside Familiar are the words whispered within Time about we share them in unison In another space, on another level Stronger becomes the memory inside Familiar is the circle of fire that exposes The gift brought forth in perfect balance On another plane, now a sacred trust In raw, beautiful splendor The memory becomes prisms of light Familar is this ecstasy Expressing pleasure of motion We join in total trust as the circle closes Jo R. Escher Copyright ©2004 Jo R. Escher |
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