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04/11/2006
"Opus of Existence"
I feel the music pulse through my veins
Every cell becoming engorged with a rush of fluid
This same music can also enrage me or invigorate me
For it is the essence of who I am...it is in my very make-up
I am the aria, the operetta, the composition of each striking note
These instruments endeared to me for they are my fragile skeleton
They are the end result of a fusion of passion, drive, creativity and consumption
My only enemy, the silence that threatens to wash me away
Notes of my existence lost to the tempestuous winds
So here I write my final opus
Kept within the enclosure of parchment and pigment
Thus enabling one to know that I even existed at all
And when time is forgotten, and civilization gone, these notes will remain, carried on the subtle breeze
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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