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Nov 01, 2009
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IT AIN'T OVER TILL THE FAT LADY SINGS--edited
IT AIN’T OVER TILL THE FAT LADY SINGS
That holds you
And
Understand it is part of who
You are now.
You have become.
We change each day
Nature’s way
We are an imperfect divinity
Feathers in the wind of chance and serendipity.
Look to the sun
Bathe in its ight
Its energy.
Rapture in Ocean’s Summer breeze.
Feel the fire of another
On a cold,dark and windy Winter’s night.
An inner whispering which is us
Our Spirit or our Soul
Will make us win..
No sin. No expiation.
No Fall of Man.
The complex simplicity of our humanity..
Only
Innocent children at play.
When it is time
When it is that hour
That day
We will know
And then and only then
We must quietly let go.
We’ve spun the fabric of our life.
The fat lady has sung her song.
A Puccini High C.
Exquisite sublimity!
Now to begin again.
To fly on the wings of destiny.
Time to sing the lyrics that are ours
Alone.
Time to continue on.
Time for a change of venue.
It is done.
Kyrie eleison.
Hold back the Beast
That holds you
And
Understand it is part of who
You are now.
You have become.
We change each day
Nature’s way
We are an imperfect divinity
Feathers in the wind of chance and serendipity.
Look to the sun
Bathe in its ight
Its energy.
Rapture in Ocean’s Summer breeze.
Feel the fire of another
On a cold,dark and windy Winter’s night.
An inner whispering which is us
Our Spirit or our Soul
Will make us win..
No sin. No expiation.
No Fall of Man.
The complex simplicity of our humanity..
Only
Innocent children at play.
When it is time
When it is that hour
That day
We will know
And then and only then
We must quietly let go.
We’ve spun the fabric of our life.
The fat lady has sung her song.
A Puccini High C.
Exquisite sublimity!
Now to begin again.
To fly on the wings of destiny.
Time to sing the lyrics that are ours
Alone.
Time to continue on.
Time for a change of venue.
It is done.
Kyrie eleison.
EPILOGUE
Death is not a mystery
Nothing to fear
But
It is one hell of a pain in the ass!
— Geremia, Nov 01, 2009
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Critiques
yenti
16 years 7 months ago
Longo
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
Thank you, Ian.
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
"It is one hell of a pain in the ass!"
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,
yenti
16 years 7 months ago
Spacing etc:
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B. Longo-GeremiaI will.
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Great Title,lol
Geremia
16 years 7 months ago
J.B.