Spiritus Lyrico Spes
An Esoteric Dreamer - never understood
always forsaken, never forgiven... more »
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Spiritus Lyrico Spes Poems
How Can I Go On?
How can I forget the one who made me feel? How can I move away from all that is real? How can dreaming cause so much pain? How can I pull back those threads just to remain sane?
Leaving all the noise that surrounds the world Admonishing the fear that leaves me curled, Battered heart still shouts your name, Yearning to forget the memories of our flame.
Cosmic contingencies in wonderland Heavenly synchronicities grasped like sand, Ever occurring, ever happening Sarcastic moon, ever smiling.
A Memory At Bliss Park
Beauty found in a forbidden place Oneness in a tight embrace, Nostalgic visions are now haunting me, Guiled emotions trying to get free.
Melancholic persuasions written on a glacial parchment, Perpetually ignoring direful consuming propinquity. Integrated consciousness relishing the felicitous enchantment, Summoning Eratones in an episode forged by Melpomene.
A Lunar Kindred And An Esoteric Dreamer
Losing hope Unable to cope, Nostalgia, pains the soul, Afflicted by an open wound.
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How Can I Go On?
How can I forget the one who made me feel?
How can I move away from all that is real?
How can dreaming cause so much pain?
How can I pull back those threads just to remain sane?
Can the search for bliss justify all these?
Can I be consoled by the memory of our kiss?
Can friends be protected by unfathomable lies?
Can you hear my screams by looking through my eyes?
I guess you really didn’t know me as I thought,
I guess I was blinded by this destiny we sought.
I guess I need help, I guess you are right,
I guess I’m just tired of giving in to a ...