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I send you the Sun, late in Summer’s Day. | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/11/08/i-send-you-the-sun-late-in-summers-day
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. I send you the Sun, late in Summer’s Day. I listened the moment you spoke. I kissed you the second I woke. I send you the sun late in summers day. It’s a real day. We play endlessly,. And heal the open wounds. Your dignity shown so bright. Like the light of the Sun. I whisper words to your heart. And we’ve only just begun. November 8, 2008 / 2:05 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Cold weathe...
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The Story is in the Soil. Keep Your Ear to the Ground. | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/07/22/the-story-is-in-the-soil-keep-your-ear-to-the-ground
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. The Story is in the Soil. Keep Your Ear to the Ground. As with all noteworthy conundrums, to say the very least, I am once again at my desk, small candlelight still glowing, attempting to make some kind of sense, hoping the message is clear. The ease in my mind is not from perpetual splendour waiting in some undiscovered solitude that I hope to gain entrance to…No, this glow. I wrote and re-wrote and this shrapnel is scattered harshly&...
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freedom&love | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/10/06/where-the-stars-learn-to-burn
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. Under the glow,. Under the blue,. Under the soft sweet songs of the moon. Our city screams memories,. And our patterned patents,. To those love song inventions. I love you,. But I haven’t loved yet. I faintly see the glowing blue,. And the stirring breath out of windswept silhouettes. This darkness faintly lingers,. A repugnant bouquet of death. A touch of cold on my fingers,. And I’m forced to see my breath. Scattered without a face.
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To Write Love On Her Arms by Jamie Tworkowski | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/01/07/to-write-love-on-her-arms-by-jamie-tworkowski
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. To Write Love On Her Arms by Jamie Tworkowski. I would rather write her a song, because songs don’t wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her. After church our house fills with friends, there for a fe...
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Monsters to be Named, by: Eliot Fitzgerald, Album: Icarus the Philistine | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/monsters-to-be-named-by-eliot-fitzgerald-albumicarus-the-philistine
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. Monsters to be Named, by: Eliot Fitzgerald, Album: Icarus the Philistine. The wind is fine to watch from the confines of my room. A window forced into a wall like a hole inside a tomb. Watch the leaves go up and up and watch them slowly fall back down. Hear the clouds rush idly by, hear them crash into the ground. No noise could ever save me from the voice inside my head. From the nightmares in my closet, and the monsters in my bed.
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In My Mind, And In Another Sense Too | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/04/22/in-my-mind-and-in-another-sense-too
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. In My Mind, And In Another Sense Too. In my mind, and in another sense too. sometimes i feel like im losing my mind. i mean, what if i am? Well, if i was i don’t think i could really ask such an, …existential…question. because really i think it mostly does have to do with the idea of existing, unless it is not. I mean what defines as certain boundaries to asking questions to answering them? Well I assure you, all words, as circumstance...
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A Bittersweet Symphony | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/01/07/a-bittersweet-symphony
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. I stand here outside this massive building. Under this blue moonlight,. I shiver and shake,. But not from the cold. I cannot feel the freezing wind,. It is faintly heard,. But I’ve dared not walk in until now. I walk in,. No longer wondering,. Because I am certain this is real,. Like a fan, has blown out trite and cheap fleshly desire,. And has given rise to a great fire. A pure and incessant love. I walk into the great hall,. Only a m...
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cold weather, parliaments, coffee & love. and every thing about you. | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/01/22/cold-weather-parliaments-coffee-and-love-and-every-thing-about-you
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. Cold weather, parliaments, coffee and love. and every thing about you. I inhale one more drag of my last parliament. The wind blows, and I see your face in my mind. I exhale slowly, feeling the thick smoke exit through my lips. This sorrowful rain is sobering. My existence is as quick as the life of this single raindrop, and here I am,. Falling to my death. I do not fear leaving this place, where the ground shakes,. Before I know it, I...
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A Call To Arms (my own construction of someone else’s words) | Starálfur, Loka Augunum
https://underthisbluemoonlight.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/a-call-to-arms-my-own-construction-of-someone-elses-words
Starálfur, Loka Augunum. And i close my eyes. she is the glowing sun. A Call To Arms (my own construction of someone else’s words). I want to have the same last dream again, the one where I wake up and I’m alive. Just as the four walls close me within, my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight-. This place is dead. It echoes through town. There isn’t one voice. I haven’t heard a sound. The planes flew in. Their bombs did too. The city fell flat. The fires, they grew. When t...Green trees were the first si...
