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Didn't I hear you cry this mornin Didn't I feel you weep Teardrops falling down on me Like rivers in my sleep In my dream of laughter You came creeping with your tears Telling me your sorrow In the trace ends of your tears That's a strange way to tell me you love me When your sorrow is all I can see If you just want to cry to somebody Don't cry to me No don't cry to me Didn't I hear your voice this morning Didn't you call my name I heard you whisper softly But the words were never plain And in your dream of darkness I came shinin like a sun Waiting for the laughter But the laughter never comes Didn't you feel alone this mornin Didn't you need a friend And in your darkest hour You came runnin back again In my dream of laughter You came creeping with your tears Telling me your sorrow In the trace end of your tears That's a strange way to tell me you love me When your sorrow is all I can see If you just want to cry to somebody Don't cry to me. -FireFall

Hither came they on horror fraught wings of aeons past Crowned and clad in the ancient night of time As the fallen, faded petals of sunset dipped into ulterior night They gathered, somber and secret, to observe my passing. My years crept past the vaults of reality enshrouded in mystic gray I knew them as the passing of shadows born upon flowing, archaic waters With still born eyes I gazed upon the sepulcheric dome of the sky, seeing naught Evoking the dead and spectral dreams of the primal, eldritch past to give answer. Vaguely I lived, merely existing, in shadowy, necromantic dreams Dreams that hover on the verge of fathomless sleep In lethargic abandon I challenged stagnant morality to part And descended with malefic laughter into the bosom of the absolute void Forgotten gods gazed with eyes of ultimate oblivion, and spoke Be thou enamored of deaths darkly curtained halls. I gave them answer Nay, for I have been to the wall. The bastion between hope and certainty. The riddle which lies betwixt fate and choice. And long for its cryptic embrace. The black, funeral veil of night covers me in misted sorrow I lie in the chill, eternal twilight of infinite gloom. Half life, child like, yet driven Chaos unravels the corridors of my mind, no destination sought, no desire. It corrupts my soul with irreverence. Nothing cherished left sacred. Eternity is ended. Everything is nothing. Clinging only to ghosts Insanity, but knowledge gained no other can comprehend Remember me as one with the rampant sky, born of fire to soon quenched A slave to memorys beckon. A glimpse of dark reflection. -AD

It's just like Grace Slick says - "When the truth is found. To be lies. And all the joy, within you dies. Don't you want somebody to love." -Jefferson Airplane

In the Lap of the Gods "Revisited" "No beginning, there's no ending. There's no meaning, in my pretending. Believe me, life goes on and on. Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong. You say I can do it, you can do it, you can set me free from me. But thats not true. It's in the Lap of the Gods. I can see what you want me to be. But I'm no fool. It's in the Lap Gods." -Freddy Mercury

As the full moon begins it's rise. Deep within the oceans depths. Souls ascend on urgent tides. Like pearls a mermaid once had kept.-AD

The soul was so very lonely. It came to visit the mystic ocean. Falling in love with the rhythm of the everlasting sea. It remained to dream the ocean's dream.-AD

My sympathies to those of you who lost any of your wallpapers in the latest purge. It's a great reminder of why we all have to be vigilant about freedom of expression and the fight against censorship, not just in artistic expression but in all facets of life. Andeavenor and the staff at ArtNet

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.- Marcus Aurelius