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Winter Ghosts
Because we choose the Loves we lackNot those we dare to act;Because we pick the loves we wantNot those that keep us intact; Because we travel ages backWe seize to find ourselves;Because the future do us tauntWe seize to be ourselves;& over time we cease to see —the ones we meet are much as we.&…
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The Son of Man
There must be time where this began; When I became, as spoke my name — the son of Man. There must be time where all ends meet, where all would pass, break, and beat, Where endings die, the day they greet the renaissance of Man. — There must be time where this began; Where I…
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Letter I: I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart.
I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart. I still stumble at your portrait and stray, Then wonder how I loved you at the start.
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Do not open the seal
Do not fall in love; do not feel. Do not listen nor watch nor think. Do not tell yourself it’s real. Do not sleep nor rest nor blink. Cower in each wound and bruise, If stricken by that wretched muse. Veil in the shadows of your soul. Fight through the fall. Fight through the fall. Refrain,…
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Fareeda
I wage the war against your demon’s reign; & fight in you, with you through the unsaid. I claim your heart and claiming is my bane. I barter lives leaving my breath to wane. I utterly trade thine by mine instead. I wage the war against your demon’s reign. I kiss despair goodnight to welcome…
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Mila
Between the lashes of your eyes, You captured Love wildly; You spawned the doors of trust. You paved the hells of lust, and approached my heart childly. That when — into the darkest hour — you bloomed out of my barren earth, auguring that everlasting spring. That age of ceaseless worshipping, a ceaseless glow, and flow,…
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Theresa
The heart in me burning; the aching, the yearning, the caring, the searing, the scheming, the turning. The heart in me burning. The self in me daring; the drearing, the bearing, the warning, the scorning, the tearing, the smearing. The self in me cheering. The heart in me praising; the raising, the razing, the aching,…
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Gnossienne No. 1
Hidden, that stairway well; That stairway led to hell. That speaks of runes — old, Of a curse you’ve to unfold, Of what you dare not tell — That stairway led to hell. The “You” I used to sow, That I believed I know Has otherworldly pain, That I unseal in vain. That “You” in…
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Camilla
Unknowingly, Out of my omniscience, I rob, Your presence out of Life, I wandered lonely till I stop, Unto that lyrical strife, Unknowingly, your essence touched mine — all that was hollow, My deepest dormant effervescence; That whispered down:”No tomorrow” Unknowingly, I conquered the self in me subsiding, the maelstroms in my residing. Unpurposefully, I’m conquered,…
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Aria
O’ Music, Only when you strum my threads, Vibrating into the fragrance of our decadence; unto the evening night treadings, within thy floral hues, and thine earthly cues. Blessing the heavenly and mundane weddings, O’ Aria, Sweet, Our time does fleet into the racing searing heat. A beating heart into the flawless memory Out of…
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Lucia
& because thy Love lights; out of the lips of thine firmament, surrendering the lust of the world to meaning. I’m still instilled in thine each endless fold, in thine story, none dared, knew, nor told. Through thine exuberance, my misery’s convening; an immensity rendering my morning permanent, out of my starless nights. Because thy love lights; lingeringly kissing my own…
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A Conversation Within
Have my way, transcending into me, A whimsy, must we stay dreadfully — obscure into an esoteric song, a prayer to a lonesome sea That pours out of a forlorn — forlorn shore, That pours out of a secret— secret door Into thine myriad spirit, thine dreary sea, Into thine forgetfulness, thine secret that I be. I…
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A demon at the back
With the infinitude I teem, & all the resolve that I bred. A demon, there, that deep despair, at the back of my head. A whisper to which my soul hangs by a thread. A demon, there, at the back of my head. An evil, there, in the folds of my mind. dissolving myself behind; into…
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Whisper#6
I have been all in all… Through your heart, deep down my soul & tasted your Love to my surrender To myself, to yourself within myself arriving. Like you, I am drawn into myself, within you. Like you, I long and belong to the open sea — To the endless waves ever-reviving, Unto the starry…
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Ever-veiled
Here I am, weltering between turns of day; arousing to the dawn of your visage, conforming to the afternoons of your Loss. Having been cured innumerably, But fading into the dust of chance & surrender Burning into a thousand torrent of a fountain — strained out of your heart unto mine a spring turning stardust…
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Whisper#5
Easy as it seems, to stay alive, to stay vigil & to look the night in the eye. It never was, easy to taste the smell of grass, to feel that touch of buds of wheat. & when speaking, to tell of life, & tell of life only. & breathe the breeze in a Sunny day…
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Whisper#4
There is a fight & in the middle there I lie, Across the golden fields & the starry sky, Across land concrete deep sealed under my feet. & I cannot but fight until I die… into the silver light. There is an ageless time, where phrases said in rhyme. Across the skyline cries, There lain…
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Whisper#3
I want to speak out of the core belief that shapes my own loneliness. Deep down, seated, that I am vile. That I, a damaged man, a damaging man. There is a deep fear of my potential — of my capacity to do evil. I fear the most my shadow — of its own capability…
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Isabelle
Entice my heart as well, & tell thine sultry secrets much as I come to tell. For I trust the hands of time, That sent you back subsidingly sublime; Unto my tireless tides, within my eventual autumn, & upon my imminent sunset, my demon hides. I cast my dreary rhymes, To wipe away all unborn stains…
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To be a “God”…
With every day that’s born, With all the wuthering tides; My passion is reborn; My Love once more abides, And I, I’m a new star soaring high, I… I rose beyond the furthest sky, Beyond the stars, beyond the clouds, Beyond the lonely withering crowds, I took the road less traveled by, They may rumble,…
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Whisper#2
I must beware of compliments. I remembered something I have written two years ago; Enduring a compliment is much harder than enduring an insult. So, this now is for you. Remember this, there will come a time when, out of all the self-aggrandizement that you have built unto yourself, you will fall. You will come…
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Night-Time Notes #7: Back into Harmony
I write again — to pour myself out of myself within you. I write again — so I can give what I give; so you can take what you take. I write again — to free myself, to free you. I write again to you — a stranger as close as myself to myself. I…
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