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]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18332194/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18332194/ Thu, 15 May 2008 07:02:15 PDT From somewhere ill never know fully until death claims my soul.
Writs and ryhmes cannot display adequately what i witness.
Viscious command of wanting need of sorrow finally lost to me.
Faith restored in ways of more than one from words she speaks ever softly.Listen and i hear the voice of love to never leave my ears.The time i wait to see her drags struggle alongside like a vine attached to heaven quite impossible to climb.
My heart and soulmate constricted lovers under moonlit beds in forrests of wildlife stirring.In secret and silence destiny met fate for a new normal to create.

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18238950/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18238950/ Fri, 09 May 2008 08:38:48 PDT 2. to be false or disloyal to.
3. to lead astray;deceive.




too familiar?...

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18168510/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18168510/ Sun, 04 May 2008 16:45:14 PDT furry paws pressed against the heated sand.
she never liked the vibrations of the two wheeled monsters.
i spot her while walking home on two feet she would stand.

green eyes like spies to the heart gave company to the lonely void.
warm landing for my frozen hands like silken strands through my fingers.
talked to me with pretty words only i can understand.
sorrow off of my brow deployed.

nine lives in one and i wish to spend them with you baby lion.

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18066466/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18066466/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:49:48 PDT some shimmer remained in the iron bars surrounding it when it rained.
my feet echoed thier scrapes into the air dragging.the musty smell of brimstone and metal passed through my nostrils turning into my own breath.
the ascending hill in front of me was always darker than the way down.an oddity with every step i'd close in on the sky.i had always figured it would get brighter.immense fields of nothing on all sides made the cemetary glow.that old cemetary no one ever comes to,for a moment,was the centerpiece.i turned away again and came to the top of the hill with heavy knees.the sky gave mercy to silhouettes of distant treelines.mist grew to raindrops and i exhaled aloud.the second valley was always harder than the first.wiping my nose with my sleeve i started my descent again.as i turned away i was taken into the dark swifty.turned again to catch from the corner of my senses a strange light emmiting below,there and gone just as quickly.alien to my mind and vision my pace increased and sweat overcame beading upon my body.every step brang my heart to pump faster and furociously.adrenaline rushed my viens thick and clotty.....

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18065750/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18065750/ Mon, 28 Apr 2008 05:13:16 PDT takes no modesty from its own assault.
pain hardened under hells hoof,
resorting in time crushing result.

glimpse of the shining moon danced upon my face
and spoke to me softly.
each moment cured condescends its offering.

within my shell grew faint my heart unending,
absurd reach for love dissapeared from the swell.

every second motivates death.

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18039738/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/18039738/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:07:39 PDT they said for sure time heals the wounded.
night sky blackened around the cold moons crys.
drove raw into my ears the sound of silence.
bringing peace long and stagnant.
time also carries the talent to kill.

]]> ~IronSwan http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/16957942/ http://IronSwan.deviantart.com/journal/16957942/ Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:33:38 PST grey for the broken and it closes.
Cruel is everything to me she is.
Wicked tool reanimated.
Power of thought draining,
lead straight to maximum dosage.
Wild chest and breath short,
lay quick upon my left side elated.
Empty lost meaning I never Knew,
until I held her cold December night.
As still as locking sight we drew,
into each other and from.
Cold and right under rain I may sit,
judge cuts wrong with swift sever knife.
Torn told ripped to hold and brace,
examiner calls forth the face of numb.

]]> ~IronSwan