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Demon days
Doubts come to me,Like moths to the flame,To cloud me in shameAnd hide me from life.I cannot push throughMy own doubts,But turn to face them,And see through them.I cannot scold or hurt them,Only myself.I must hold back,Withdraw to the centreAnd let my weaknessBecome my strength,Let the idleness of their purposeFade, And turn like the tide,To…
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Death
If life doesn’t begin, Death is neverending, Sometimes we catch ourselves, Carrying the joy, Or the sadness, Or the confusion, Of one moment Into another, Towards something, The centre of life, To life, Or, To the end of life, To death Sometimes we simply are death, When life doesn’t come to us, It comes for…
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Unmet
Come the day of sky fall,Shadows not meant for light,Fade ever gentlyFrom sight. I go now to faceThe music I have played,Knowing loveIs without mercy,Silence without end,And the heart will breakLike the day, From longing.
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Portrait
In the attic, These anglesOf my beautiful portraitAre terrifying, Timeless and unchanging,While I age and deform,With every noble intent,Every virtuous act, I grow weary and wear, Flesh tires and skin sags. These two pictures of me,And these two worlds, Are destined to be one,Without falsehood. The meek shall inherit,The corrupt will steal,And none may be…
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The Lonely People
I am one of the lonely people,Call me Eleanor if you like,I like to ride my bike,But there’s nowhere to go,I’ve been everywhere,Now there’s nowhere to go. Are you one of the lonely people, Praying to a God who isn’t fair, Is it madness up there?Gathering his people,Keeping up his faith,With only a cross atop…
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Monarch
Image credit: Kaitlin Lopez/Department of Entomology from https://today.tamu.edu/2019/11/05/millions-of-monarch-butterflies-killed-on-texas-highways/ It is the world,Not judgement,Let her change the worldMake it in her image,Of her living will,So that you stopMaking the world,Broken like the shell,That crushes what remains,Of your spirit.Time is only undefeated,Because you will not let herFight for you,In your place.We live as human beings,Sexes and genders…
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Crushed
The imagination killer, A real lip filler, A pout with a shout, Stumbling about, Growing flowers for a miller.
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Sass and Bide
The hours tell a familiar story-Of life unfolding without glory.In an order of reality –Pulled from the threads of dreams –And woven together through living –Despite the dead, and the undead. Time resting and time jesting,Patiently and impatiently,The divide is simple, and holy. From the threads of dreams,Comes a hope of waking,To a world illuminated…
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A Castle in My Heart
They come knocking at my door,Suitors and their suits of armour,Empty and void,To charm!As if a spell would do, In the castle I built for me! Only monsters seek the prize,Lovers wish only to play,Swept, as the winds will it, And for the valour of it –Be satisfied. For Love is never singular,But patient and…
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The Tetris Effect
It’s a bad name, a false name,A square plug for a round hole,It’s never going to fit like that.That’s how you break things,Precious things,And fragile things. The inner-eye of the Bene,Has to keep watching,So I will stop now.I can stop. I will stop.Any second. Any minute.Any hour. Any day now.I can stop a bad fit,Can’t…
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Meanies
Never befriend a shopkeeper,Or a preacher or a celebrity.But you can take their goods,Their faith and their words. When North and South meet,And East is stopped by West,Then life may confess,That the distance between,Was madness. . . . . Snippet. (A teeny bonus) “I fell in love with love,Until love fell out of me,”So said…
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A Type of Mania, a Kind of Bliss
I am a lover of hands and horses, Riding the wind like a paintbrush,Allo stocata with a fountain pen,Against tirades of strikes and crumples.To write is to be written – So I write dear love,From love coming true –The wishes within meAre granted within you. Dancing with hollow girls,In imperfect glass slippers,Waiting to feel the…
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From Vashta to Vashta Nerada
I am lost in a forest of strangers,Conversing with the spirits of the wind and trees,Arguing over the rustling of leaves.In deep with these ecclectionaries,Throwing paint with the revolutionaries, Writing in letters and wordily, Plotting a course through the forest in poetry.Through the Dadists, the Surrealists,The Cubists and the Modernists,The selfishness of these brutish moments,Bleeding…
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Strangers, patiently
Starlight is my guide and my heart has flown,Into the embrace of tempers known,Must I catch a star and put it in my pocket,To escape the intensity that beckons me? The journey is endless but the distance none,I have run to the light of my brighter sun,Standing here and waiting with darkness for you,To step…
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a sacrifice requires
A sacrifice requires… Devotion. My trauma is punishing me.. I am not seen.. Even as my reflection looks back at me. There is no one there, No sign of recognition, No sign of life.. Every inappropriation, Wasting me, Without my permission, I was with you to the edge, And as I flew, You fell –
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