

PyreFor each night's parade as far, Ends with the fall of a dream, This inner scream enters, A realm in which we take pride, In being the most of all, Consuming this frantic truce, Wrapped in the relentless, This justification of a broken fall,Pyre
Where there is but shadow of the fantastic, No right can ever pardon the awe,
Within the lights of silence, There is not a word deeming to be broken, Shedding its colorful remains upon you, To inflict the curse most of all, Upon those deprived of all, Unsheathe the immersive rainbow, Beyond this pi


ParallelismAs persons equipped with minds, we are balanced with an ego, the centre of our perception. That perception being spun of the owners reality happens to be quite parallel to what we call the real. For example, many distinctive colours, shapes, sounds and tastes have been around in our perception for as long as we will recall, as a matter of fact, theyve formed the very foundation of our perception and yet they equal it for it consists of none but those colours, shapes, sounds and tastes; each components. Of course we do not perceive any separate components, we perceive one reality. However, even though we are perceived iParallelism


Odds and faithHow long has it been since this existence begun, To howl out in pain for each tear, For all I did was run, As I did not differ outside to ever appear,Odds and faith
Since time started passing ever since, Fears silently embarked on a fierce strain, Appearances to appeal for love, their pretense being arcane, For no merciful words were ever born to mince,
To soothe an imprisoned heart, Caressed within an endless vigil of mirrors, Until the shapeless disguise will depart, From the desire for truth and all its hearers,
Words are the disguises of their meanings, &
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Everything starts with imagination.
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