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Stands
No matter how many times I try to look forward to things getting a little bit better, there always seem to be two double-takes I need to do. It’s pretty much a “one step forward, two steps backward” kind of thing and it’s a situation I never intended to be in. It has been more…
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Precise, Practiced and Knowing
She grunts and strains As I drum through her, Giving the roughened caresses – Precise, practiced, knowing – She nightly learns; The endearments mingle with The curses and sighs, No flowers, no alibis, My eyes take her form – Precise, practiced, knowing – And I know she learns; No sound erupts from her Not even…
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Makes Me Happy
Have been reading for the last two months. I’m finishing off the books stuffed in my shelf – books that haven’t had my attention for the last two years that they have been bought and stored there. Just now, I thought I’d give them a tribute…for old time’s sake. As someone who loves the crisp…
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Celestia
Yesterday, You soared across the rivers Of the strangest dreams you have, To scry the farthest reach Of the materials you were made, And upon that dawn you saw The strangest man who ever lived; Now, You know how horizons meet And how to break the dawn, You know where the dusk keeps The strings…
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Flood and Draught
This country only has two seasons that share equal parts in the time scheme we all live in. Most of the time, the weather doesn’t agree with anybody. Actually, it rarely agrees with anything, including the fishes (but we never had dead birds suddenly dropping out of the sky). But as much as I would…
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Tobias
Tobias It’s nostalgia that prompts me to write at this late an hour in this time zone. That and silence. At last the house is now in a state of timelessness as the rain outside pours in a lazy pace, matching the night it was born into. As the days have turned to weeks, I…
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You Were Made
For this one time each year For this hour that passes infinity, So small as to stir all humanity To herald it in marches, And of ballads and epics, So cheap as its value turns to nothing, To pricelessness, That this hour, quietly passing by, Another hour in another day, Marking you by grace And…
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Speed Poems
I should lose the poetry The rhymes too, if there were any Because now I wonder what Am I still writing for – A ghost of a lifetime away Or a lover eaten by the sea? — I don’t feel like anything right now.
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No Sugar
Morning runs and morning goes To shine on the asphalt dreams Lambent strokes unfelt Like an inconsequence; Pavements heat to crystal shine And reflections flutter to Lyrical fancy – The streets come alive; Noontime to dusk And the sweat only leaves Its salty trails and sticky dews Making way to another night, And here I…
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Shotgun Lilies
Void, A maelstrom gathering in The calmness of the deep. Indifference, When angels sang rapture And I lay sleeping. Substance, In the string of words tying me To an unspoken promise. Tonight, The broken string unravels the tapestry To a shotgun freedom. — Missing the words I’ve taken for granted.
Stars Shined Down
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Stars Shined Down 