Tag: surrealism
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Carry on, Carrion!
She loves love and mostly loves only the love the lover provides Rarely at all ever loving the lover himself…
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Guests
Sometimes, Dead ends are disguised New beginnings and the aching mind paints open doorways within our prisons When the tired soul reaches its end the unlikely figures become our best friends and silence, Silence will finally hear us and ears remove our greatest fears and cures us Before Death intrudes and lays Its cold hands…
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The Path of Maybe
Maybe, if he looks deep enough a champ can be found in the heart of a loser or a love so sweet and so deep in the misdeeds of an abuser Me, I damned it all to hell at 10 at a crucial moment when an open ear had the power to heal me But…
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A House of Horrors
In between us and happiness is a tailored door sealing an ineludible house of horrors of screaming shut eyes that remind us not of how we lived but how we died at every hour… The children become what they’re told and the love they are born with grows cold Pops loves the bottle better so…
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See
I’ve been living so long not knowing when I faded away Perhaps the deadness we feel is a failure to get closer, to unheed the needed call, to flap away from the center of the soul’s marrow are people really this rude? or have they been living so long they can’t hear their own cries…
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י
Returning is to love what has never been seen and to find one’s heart at the core of its Being and no words can tell of this wonder when its embrace tears the stony heart asunder and of all treasures to ask in its presence the only pleasure is to bask in its essence…
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Tzaddick
In hell are infinite heavens in trauma there is truth alone I found a love unmatched and in anger the Light of ‘I Can Grow’ unhatched Every loss later births a blessing in falling the eyes ascend and victims become victors and the lonely become so lovely and the shy show their wings and everything…
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Ablaze
Sometimes, healing means crawling out of the sewage of your mind… escaping the false beliefs and entanglements of your captors severing trickled down tears and trauma and starting over leaving it all behind in more than one instance…
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Ode to a Voice
Be free jump, express not giving a fuck talk without thinking run and growl howl at the moon let go be naked and scream conquer everything go deep into bliss be fruitful and multiply escape the prison into freedom be oneself laugh proudly and show chipped teeth Love yourself embrace it lift the now drop…
Healing Through Words 