Monday, February 15, 2010

A COLLECTION OF RAINDROPS

Cracked images of a dawn held beneath its intended purpose collide with the customs of a foreign land. Plastered floors and clear windows are next to parallel doors that never remain open for too long. The Rise and Fall of an individual takes the sacred jewel and forgets to break down the Walls of Constantinople.

Awake o ye fool of the Nile! Ignore the message of the heavens and indulge the senses one last time. The Phoenix has spread her wings and a flash of fire has lighted the path through the haze. Walk towards the halls of classical wisdom hidden within a collection of raindrops. The clown has been converted to the school of controlled minds while Wall Street laughs in a mass gathering. Left behind by the religion of global finance, millions prepare for the long winter that continues to settle in.

The Sabbath has come and passed, mourned by few and seen as the hour of vanishing riddles. There is an enterprise of direct speaking that distorts the view of a burdened soul. Experience the complexity of bitter dialogue between a graduate of self-seeking and another new to the language of both flesh and bone. The graveyard of Empires stays at the forefront of political opportunism in a scene of degraded justice. Disconnected by a bleeding bridge of sound, the mind is slowly able to reach the edge of the Orient, stand on two feet, and deliver a vision of the Bosphorus existing without a trace of memory.

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