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Amidst My Passions;
Now I, amidst my Passions; Stand,Each day,…. Each day,Each night,The Gates of Hell upon my sight:Roaring in all ungodly might.To leave this Godless lonely land,Each day,…. Each day…The dust of time runs through my hand,As grey,…. As grey…I find,My heart searing as an Aged—unkind,Haunting the shadows in my mind,That no sainthood can alone command,They grey,….…
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The Stoic
All of this… All of this; is in my mind,All the searing, all the scaring,All the trucing all the waring;& in breaking, I am taking,All the joy, that’s left behind,All of this, is in my mind… Mindless chatters, heals yet shatters,Worrying over endless matters,Now it batters each bone, it shudderspillars, Never knew I confined,Yet all…
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Letter 13: I’ve had you lost…
I’ve had you lost, and then I waste away:Unending spry & rosy days unmet;Praying for a second, I’d have you stay… If I would have you near, I’d kiss your fears away,But as I long & in my song I deeply forget;that I’ve had you lost, & now I waste away… I led my Life…
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Quietus: Poem II
O’God, O’God—Of Awe & Might;Have Thou let us out of thine sight? O’God, When shalt Thou take away that Gift you gave me once to strive? ‘Proaching the darkest verge of Life,On which our splendour fades away. There’s no escaping the pain we keep; That pain I keep, That’s keeping me, Unalive, Undying, Unbound, Unfree,Perpetually…
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The Shadow of God
Still can I look the sky in the eye,& Speak God “O God I know;You cannot turn to me now, & lo,To find me, then, about to die —About to Lose my Flux and Flow;About to lose my wherefore & why.But if you will, I shall not, though;I shall not seek, nor I’ll comply.Yet need…
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Quietus: Poem I
One day will come, & I will die; Though… if I can have one friend, By my own side until the end;To hold me—gently—as I die,Then mourn me, dearly, surely Imight have not chose to die at all. One day, I know, I’ll cease the fight, & quit that endless callous day, That keeps my…
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أخاف…
أخاف أن أكون…وأخاف أن لا أكون…أخاف تكرار حياة عشتهاوضياع حياة لن أعيشها…أخاف أن أحيا سدى… أخاف أن أُحِب…وأن أُحَب…وأخاف أن لا أُحَب…أو أن لا أُحِب أبدا… أخاف صمتي وأخاف صوتي…أخاف تكرار الصدى… لكل فعل فعلته ولم أفعله…أخاف نفسي… وأخاف ظلي…أخاف عمري إن جاء مضى… أخاف وجودي وحديفي عقلي…في عالمٍ ليس لي…لا أعرف إذ تركته، متى؟…
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Figura Afligida
Tonight I thought of ending things,Of waning away,In the hopes of waking upacross the break of day,Tonight I thought of ending things,Leaving the world nothing to say,Leaving the world a perfect mock-up;Of what my life failed to convey… Tonight I thought of ending things,of dropping game,For all the things I’ve done,I can never escape shame,Tonight…
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Confession
I have a thing for keeping things;for holding on,for knowing not,when songs should no longer be sung…I have a thing for keeping things,For aging — trying to stay young,& though I know I’ve had my lot,I still cling on,I have a thing for keeping things…for holding on,for knowing not,how to move on —how to wrong…
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The Midwife
There has been a God unknown, a Man disowned,A saint withdrawn, A sinner stoned,A newly-born, Life does untuck,through the weights of inexpression;Timeless shackles of recession,and deeming doom in every luck,The midwife’s sin remains misatoned;One Life…unendingly postponed…
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