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The 9th Cup is Missing
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Soul mates I struggle to find the mood that fits the words
Hitting the back of my gritted teeth
I struggle to define the mood mingling with this atmosphere
Within these confines I struggle to feel anything at all...
The ambiance tells me nothing of hopeful encounters
The darkly and sombre irks fill the night air
And this once whiskey filled cup of aces...
Two cups downed already the other needs filling
Three cups down, I salute my airs and graces!
A cheated life, a love like no other boarders of pain
The stigmas of Stains breaking into a thousand pieces
Here's to the life I live to see and never touch!
And Here's another cup to raise in praise!
to the love of here and now and to the love of antiquity!
Searching god's hope for answers in the plan
I find none in the deeds of these cupped hands
five whiskey tear drained cups lay on the table
caught up lamenting the loss of one, the fabled
forgot to appreciate the others, not done yet
More emptiness to fill, another cup to take me there still
This cup spills forth the nostalgia of the years
the memories hit my soul send it dancing through my heart
Child like joy can come from many sources
None like coming together after being apart,
The cradle of love stilled alas this is the end is it not?
I thought I put this damned thing to bed
But again this serpent rears its head
You walked away I thought slamming down the 7th
As if the sound could break heaven.
I pushed the soul back to its dimension
I fought hard to fight temptation
Love Dreams and fantasies unfulfilled
resigned to live in a state of confusion
I wait for death to hear the reason
Ill drink another to moving on from all I thought that mattered
I watch you walking away, the scene replays
your soul infinitely tethered to mine
Moving on, leaving is all that matters, escape to survive
To build our walls the weight will kill them all,
ever unselfish we cut our hearts claws
This empty space for a cup I leave for you in hope
A drink for every commandment save one
Within this haze I hope the gods of all will clear us
King and queen of cups
Our sandcastle in the air
Blown from its hope filled foundations
And I sit here never finding resolution
In this torn heart of confusion.
Yet to find the words to match the treason.
The cup is never full.
