I bled
Oceans of blood and tears
I fled
The monsters and all my fears
I held
My head high or tried to among my peers
I went
On ahead still doing not my will but theirs
I cry
Day and night unending unnoticed yet
I die
In the darkest farthest uncharted depths
I write
With my broken pen and language dead
I break
In many shards of dangerous unwantedness

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Like the wind he comes and goes
Without a source nor end
Like a camp flame
He’s warm
Only until he burns out
Leaving to freeze
As the last ember loses its spark
And just like the air
He’s unseen and unheard
His presence only felt
When he moves
Like glass he breaks
Like ivory breaks forever
And he’s just like that

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He screams with his voice
In the way he walks and talks
He screams
He wails in his art
With his paint and his pen
He wails
He bawls in his being
His actions and his attitude
He bawls
But who hears ?
Who sees?
No one ever does
Until he can do them no more
But then it is finished

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What do we know
If not what has been told
What do we see
If not on what light is shone
What do we feel
Even that is not real
How do we live
If we have not the will
We lost something
Our core, important as it is
We lost it, why, who knows
Maybe it is good to be ignorant
It saves one many a trouble

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There they are, smiling
Ever so widely, as though
All is as it seems, beautiful
But bawling in all anguish
From walking on that “road”
Which supposedly leads to light
Maybe the others were right
Maybe they should never
Have made the journey
For they are their source
Of all dolor and woe
And if that journey is to be made
It is to be made in the fullness
Of the regulations
Which govern the land

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Accepted your heart
With all its thorns
Then let it hug mine
As I bled out
I felt the pain
But then
My heart is yours
And yours is mine
You have my love
And I have thine

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I got addicted
I kept breaking vessels
Only to patch up the pieces
Over and over
Again and again
Like that vessel
I couldn’t contain much
Since my patch had crevices
Everything leaked out
Till there was emptiness…

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Water cleanses
Like in the baptism with water
Washing sins away into new life
Fire cleanses
Like in the baptism of the Spirit
Purifying and refining to reveal perfection
Earth cleanses
The true cleansing from my perspective
Absorbing the flesh, to free the man
The soul within

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What is love?
When it only thrives in the summer’s warmth
And bears fruit only in season
What is love?
When it only shoots where it’s been planted
And grows where it’s been nurtured
What is love?
When it bears fruit only of its kind
And tastes as good as its birth land
What is love?
When it floats away in the absence of gravity
And crashes in itself the presence of same
What is love?
When it’s independent
Needing none but itself
What is love then?
When it’s the most powerful
And yet a greatest weakness

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What is love?
If it does not speak
Nor does it bloom in the winter cold
Neither survive the heavy rains
What is love?
If all it brings is pain
If it is not fresh air for breath
Or a soothing relief for torment
What is love?
If it bites more than it can chew
Absorbs more than it can hold
Or stretches past elastic limits
What is love then?
If it cannot be seen
Neither felt
Nor heard

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