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  • Andre Lamartin

In Search of Lost Time


How tragic a delicate flower should not outlive its finest hour. Why must beauty always die, while it longs to come alive? Those who say pride was the original sin have only denied that Envy lies within. Striving to destroy the object of its desire, Envy has no greater joy than crowning a liar. But if memory could recall a time before the Fall, would there ever be... a love once so carefree? Bright are the colors of star-crossed lovers always destined to stay... so close but far away. If for the price of fame a lover must atone, the burden of her name is always living life alone. But does she still believe true love does not deceive those condemned to wait just to meet their fate? A flower forced to smile while in so much pain is always dressed in style to solidify her reign. The same love inspiring so much song and dance is always aspiring for a second chance. Time of all enemies... is the most fearsome one of all, imposing undue penalties that can force a man to crawl. Against Time waging a war that impatience can only deplore, what can now be said of the innocence already bled? Does Envy not precede the pride before the Fall in ways you must concede has only hurt us all? Silence has more to say than eloquence ever agrees... the true meaning of this day only love can ever seize. So much there is to learn that should be of great concern, our hearts must now be open to the truth so rarely spoken... That men should always strive to tame and to destroy a love meant to stay alive as a boundless source of joy can only be the cause of undying consternation, breaking all the laws that justify Creation. That innocence once lost can never be regained may simply exhaust those by Time once so profaned. Only a flowering good taste is ever fully prepared to wait for the right moment to avow... a world alive only for now. Beauty is always fleeting while a flower remains alive, against Time still competing while vying to survive. Of the many questions asked, pertaining to life and death, none should ever outlast our untimely final breath. What is the divine meaning of a salvation still at hand when a pride so overweening strives the future to command? How long must the old attempt to desecrate the new, amid a world so cold, salvation is only for a few? Are these the final days when justice no longer betrays those always tragically suited to be so endlessly persecuted? Answers are only provided to all those who dare to ask when by faith one is guided not to hide behind a mask. Never to conceal whom we truly are, only love can ever reveal the truth to be our lodestar. As true love so commands, a man must fight for what he stands, never sacrificing his soul for a godforsaken role. The defense of love, never to be lost in time, must rise well above of all concerns the most sublime. Untrammelled is the way for the humble not led astray, while proud is the one always bound to come undone. From the cradle to the grave, as the lost have now been found, only the able and the brave will attempt to stand their ground. Those who recall the past are bound never to forget why the first must be the last to wallow in endless regret. Against Envy that only commands one to all destroy, we must make our final stand to safeguard our future joy. Knowing how to cope with the strictures of troubled years is what brings everlasting hope to allay all mounting fears. Enjoying only the present, while being mindful of the past, no memory is so unpleasant that it can forever last. Always refusing to deceive those who in God believe, only the pious remain devout, divesting ourselves of any doubt. Never living for a tomorrow so much better than today, great is the sorrow of those who lost their way. Hope should never die even if arrogance may defy the search for a lost time when loving memories vied to rhyme. Always knowing what is best, as so many are laid to rest, a man must strive to embrace the joy of divine grace. If religion holds the key of the truth to set us free, never allow the blind to lead us from behind. True is the believer always bound to persevere against a vile deceiver instilling only fear. As time so demanded we should vanquish any doubt, seeds were once planted so one day they could sprout. Unforgiving were the years, bound never to relent, as many were the tears shed without consent. Only humility can understand that great patience is required to fight for where we stand when by God we are inspired. Though always devout one strives to become, so an ocean of doubt can now be overcome, never does life stand still, incessant is the battle of will, as past and present collide with the turning of the tide. Second is the chance meant to redeem us for the first, a once rebellious stance leading to a war once so accursed. What is one to do when the old rejects the new, when the heroes of the past are as villains now recast? Always learn to listen before knowing what to say, petals born to glisten should never time betray. The dreams of the past once bound to forever last will always come true, if only for a few. As the struggle for power never seems to abate, close is the hour when our paths will be made straight. So is it time to overrule an entire generation, so as not to be cruel to the future of a nation? Arrogance leads the blind to go their separate way while the humble are confined to what reason has to say. Only a defeated common sense lives under the false pretense that much one stands to gain from unnecessary pain. To sway a desperate heart one must strive to look the part of one commanding great respect from a world so few reject. A price there is to pay for the mistakes along the way, but perhaps it should suffice to heed my best advice: always strive to illustrate all beauty carried inside, darkness will never abate... if hope is ever allowed to die! Rarely arriving as planned, Death never abandons its style, opposing life is only grand if Time is the enemy you revile. Tomorrow only justifies the pain of yesterday if one never vilifies the meaning of this day. So Envy once again, what has your venom done to me, if even a master of men is always destined never to be free? Some are born to play a role, many would die just to avoid, no forgiveness can console those whose work all destroyed. Though peace may seem sublime, war must never cease. Life has no time for those who rest in peace. Defeat is simply victory always in disguise, to the past unchaining liberty, true hope never dies! While defying eternal starkness, the day succumbs before the night, as light gives way to darkness... strive to shine just as bright! Avoiding all extremes while starting life anew, believe all our dreams are destined to come true! Every tragic end may portend a new beginning... for those who still contend the time has come for winning. Never should Time devour the cherished dream of a promised land, outliving its finest hour, this much true love should understand. Tragic is the servitude of man after the fall when rude is the awakening that Time must rule us all. Of all grave mistakes certainly the most absurd is eternity to forsake as just another word. As past and present collide, over our future we must preside. Memories should always rhyme for those in search of lost time. The quest to remember what lies in my past only revives the splendour of a day to forever last. Fighting for tomorrow implies learning from yesterday, as no momentary sorrow should outlive its stay. As confusion sets in amid the fog of war, avoid embracing the sin of always wanting more. While in search of lost time, the most unconscionable crime is to forsake the undying belief that only faith brings relief. Never embrace a lie as if the truth was out of reach, hope in the future can only die if we don't practice what we preach. Embracing the living truth to silence all morbid lies requires the innocence of youth for a love that never dies. Holy is the Spirit always carried deep inside, knowing when to heart it is knowing when to guide. Finding love in times of war is a miracle in itself, so much must one deplore to find peace within oneself. Never believe the cold are justified in their disdain, while the soul remains unsold no dream is lived in vain. When the past only becomes a prison from which to escape, fortunate are the ones whose future is taking shape. Who wants to remember a time destined not to last as many are the dying embers of a recently deceased past? Should the memories of old the future now only betray, a man must be so bold so as to find a new way. No lover is consoled by unnecessary shame when the truth to be told is just a wicked game. Yesterday has much to teach only those who care to learn when the truth to beseech is the love for which we yearn. Looking for something pure, amid a world so cold and dark, one must strive to endure before leaving his final mark. The most unforgivable crime for those in search of lost time is to ever so quietly surrender before memories once so tender. To age before our time is the most unconscionable crime for those who live only for a tomorrow bringing unrelenting sorrow. No man should always long for a time that cannot be while only the very strong are ever allowed to roam free. Refusing still to see a past so difficult to understand, confusing this may be while trying times are at hand. On God always leaning there is great reason to rejoice, a life full of meaning cannot so easily be destroyed. A hero in his prime once dared answer the call to search for a lost time long after the Fall. Never one of many brought down to their knees, of reasons having plenty never did he appease. There can be no surrender for those still fighting for their dreams, as one should remember not all is what it seems. Pain could only impel the brave never to abscond, having been through Hell and all that lies beyond. To overcome oppression that only brings damnation is to live for Heaven as our final destination. Time is never lost while true happiness so commands one to pay the cost of a redemption still at hand. Divine is the meaning of a love that never dies while so many still are dreaming of a truth to end all lies.

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