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2007 - October

Where you will find me
There is no shelter there
Naked, down on my knees
With the soul laid bare

Lungs filled with the dust
Of desiccated entities
Going in circles with
Half-faded memories

When fate touched me
I wanted to scream
It tried to destroy me
I started to dream

Deep into the looking glass
Cold as ice with trials by fire
What breaks us so to creates us
Deep is the roots of life’s desires

Flames licking at my heels
Through Lightened corners
And darkened corridors
I crave the extremes

Though we are never truly alone
We must fight our wars on our own
Through fire and ice I want to roam
In my deepest waters I am truly home

The future lays on the other side of of the glass

Freya Moon (10/25/07)

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Red1 (Myspace Layout)

Just thought I would start doing some screen captures of my layouts. This is the current one. Took me forever to get exactly how I wanted it, though it looks pretty simple. The letters up top are scrolling. Though the whole thing is smaller than any of the previous ones, there are more layers. Each candle has it’s own DIV along with a few other things. May add a few more divisions, but most of the space is taken up and it “feels” almost perfect after lots of tweaking.

The pic is a link to the profile, but really not much else to see except the candles are animated. And yes, it’s all pretty much #990000.

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Lying on a bed of silk and rose petals
Confederate to the strongest of swords
Ivory scabbard lined with red velvet
Fervent for the reuniting with her lord

Through the dark night of the soul
He emerges to live another day
Seeking shelter in a gentle touch
His heart and mind lead the way

Sword:
Out of blood, sweat, and tears
My steel’s been sainted
By daylight’s burdens
In dullness painted

Scabbard:
Sheath your sword good sir!
Let my velvet surround you
Let me hold you in comfort
Let my touch renew you

Sword:
Little scabbard so gentle
Don’t love me in vain
I fear I might hurt you
I’ve seen too much pain
My blade has grown dull
It’s lost all it’s gleam
I am tired and broken
You know not what I’ve seen

Scabbard:
At night I will enfold you
Caress the dullness away
Let your shine be my beacon
It will show me the way
I am more than ornamental
My heart for you weeps
Let me sharpen life’s passions
Let me hold you as I sleep

In twain sword and scabbard
Never truly separated
United once again
As the new day dawns
~Freya Moon(10/19/07)

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If life is just a masquerade to bare
Facade so thin it’s barely there
Why feel the flames of sunshine’s grace
Or fall into a lover’s warm embrace

Why frequent places bringing joy
If abundant pleasure begins to cloy
When looking on through somber eyes
A life much lived through darkened skies

Why have faith in spirited dreams
All frayed and tattered at the seams
When past and present have no thrill
When life’s a swallowed bitter pill

Though pounding rhythm beats thy chest
Night brings the wayward heart to rest
It aches not from daylight’s insecurities
But from the touch of mortal surety

In the darkness there is a knowing
In velvet touch life’s river flowing
Without a moment’s hesitation
Fraught with ardent aspiration

Give ear to heart song’s words intently
Use sleep’s embrace to guide you gently
There is a beauty in life’s ugliness
If you desire to persist

~Freya Moon (10/18/07)

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15  Oct

The Rose

Wetted eyes downcast
Endless possibilities
Focused on a never
Which goes on forever
Running through the scenes
Not knowing what it means

Who ever said it had to be logical?

Old rhythms still at play
And one sees it’s all painted
In a world of defiance
Mistook for self reliance
All Patterns and hues
Changing with the wind

Erratic yet somehow set in stone

Filled with the false colors
Of the barren and diseased
There’s a rose in this landscape
Just aching for the chance to please
Her petals soft and moist
From the early morning dew

Don’t you know you don’t belong here?

It is more than enough to sustain her
Where all else whithers and dies
From lack of cultivation
In this place of painful memories
Of insults, slights, and treacheries
That still hang on with numbing barbs

Love has become a dirty word

What say you little rose
Of this thirst for life you own
How can it be possible here
That you keep your petals moist
As the sun rises to evaporate
Your every hope and dream

There is life here yet

~Freya Moon

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