Tag: Poetry
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Storm
At some point you learn That the only true freedom From pain Is a valiant effort At moving Towards it…
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Calypso’s Giant
The final word in war is not the emanating chemical, not the silencing explosion, nor the settling of heavy cavalry… what subdues giants in battle is the coddling of their own deficiencies, the salient soothing of their secret terrors Calypso keeps men asleep with sweet scented lullabies affirming doubt, praising the stagnant soldier with a…
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Ambula
time and time and again… time and again i have lost the path and found it again in an inescapable breath a treadless path unyearnable and anticlimaxically predisposed to unloved silhouettes dancing in the crimson shine of the night we are here alone prolonged by unsung silence mischievously hummed by a lone choir of tears…
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Samba
the truth is a lone white beast gasping for air in a dense lair, a colorless place in which we stare into suffering echoes that riot within the startling marrow… the abysmal darkness says hold on and the pale beast screams “let go!” oh, who am I and what is my face in the world…
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Womb
Fall… fallen far beyond reach into the cotton teeth of an anhedonic wound I twist seeking an open passage through scattered dramas… my invisible love- will you still love me even with all the constricting traumas? With this slithering tongue I’ve birthed and buried every sage broken and recreated the fabric of every cage… Fallen,…
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Pour
watery eyes crowned with laughter or frowns eyes that either float atop amber waters or with a simple gaze drown… taken by constant whirlwinds with brief interludes of peace only the smooth streams of poured bourbon can stunt the roaring belly of the waking whirlwind there’s a promising shore close by with dancing guides with…
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Indigo
The blood is in the water But how deep does it stream if the waves scream to take us further down? the end is a ceaseless striving of noisy shadows, of pregnant mouths and graveyards of oceanic minds and venerable ears clogged in suspicious fluidity… is fate debatable? or encased in placentonic paranoia? give back…
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Clef
sadistic scars shining as bright as half broken starlights A full fanning’s blow crushing the wings of a weeping widows withered soul converting flames of teardrops into unattainable rainbows it’s a mystery where the teardrops go or where the hurling sounds of my cries echo what has happened to the most existing present? somewhere there’s…
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Two Moons
we persistently die for the things we will be forgotten by… I invited every demon and unconquerable alibi for a cup of tea and opened the door wide for every profound pathology a discovery of what is me that every horrific thing is really a beautiful part of me and it all travels and goes…
Healing Through Words 