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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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