Thursday, September 16, 2010
Solutions To Games Of Strategy
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years Trade hearts nothing guarantees the permanence Hope is a seed, a promise
Iencloses it in my arm and the rudder a raft
is my only viaticum to face the abyss of destiny.
Ha! Love this great trophy hunter chasing both!
Love crucible of happiness, love this nectar rare
This elixir that no Emperor can conquer by force,
Sometimes I think to hold it, sometimes I feel robbed!
My heart is somewhere between a rock and a hard place.
How unfortunate that open wound without liniment!
O I would crucify the torment of passion jealous
Fix titanium nails to the four cardinal points
consolidate the fragile edifice of my happiness uncertain.
But nothing is more certain that the erosion next
And wisdom is to accept that the feelings of the heart
Melt downwind along the dunes Desert
Nothing is impassive before the roll time
All implodes in a big bang and disperses recursive
Eternity is the executioner of vanity and history
Traditions are pretentious illusion
All or later, the reign dust
sound the tocsin of the wide dispersion.
only impermanence is permanent.
Yves Doe Pastel
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