Tag: surrealism
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Losing it all in the Fire
You walked away from the fire and all that burned and scattered in ashes was swept into a dormant basement and no tears could quench the scalding And no wailing diffused the flames but in you remains the one thing a million fires could not smother- the eternal signet of love the promising crest to…
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Song of Seeing
Our demons dwindle when we dance with them But to find the right rhythm is a journey and to sing a song that liberates, an unbridled voice willing to break the gates of heaven, must be uncovered only a broken child as audacious and unsettled as a thousand storms can bring peace to the unquieted…
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Maya Maya
the world hangs on lies and bullshit keeps it spinning beneath the woven veils we advertise pretentiousness and profitable personas command dead armies and smoke is sought at the price of fresh air how rare good people how rare bad ones how rare an authentic being their chaos is domesticated, ordinary, and xeroxed how…
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Splitting Stars of August
I wonder if the stars above us are chances, or glances, or sparkles left in the eyes of the past or innocence lost, snuffed out at the staggering hands of time or left behind by an indifferent mind at the wayside… Once lost, who can restore the lost light of the eyes? or revive a…
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Orchestra
We are people and pieces people in pieces trying to fit, trying to find the grand reunion a reclamation of our birthright a place that whispers “I see you” a place where we are no longer fading, fading fallen pieces a place we know for certain a place that certainly knows us a place where…
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Sombras Burlandose en Makoko
Lo que eran momentos encapsulados, cristalizados en tiempo se han reventados por el despierto de almas lamentandose a bajo de una noche alimentándose en un suelo huérfano todo se oscura y aclara sobre los miles de muertes del sueño aveces la noche forma sus bromas Y convierte las risas entre burlas de sombras me gusta…
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The Ascent
this you’ve been putting off far too long not a task but an answer to the question of your masculinity how many books have you read? how many push ups? How many lacerations and flagellations? and the fear of a boy remains in you. when will you answer the knocks of Calamity and his treacherous …
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Fires We Drink
Darkness is the best light for a blinded heart… and obscurity the only guide to see and feel one’s way through anything
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Pupil
You care less about things and more about people when you discover there are so many things to love about yourself…
Healing Through Words 