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“The poet chooses to walk all the roads of life, chooses to see something as appearing less pragmatic over how the average person perceives. The average person sees the string as merely a string. But, the poet will see the string as the depressed artist’s noose, or the last chance of a desperate love, or…
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She gave into the choice, Not by what I offered, Ever offered To her cold and collapsed heart. The choice to seal a noose about her throat, The choice to strangulate the remaining love From the stillest ruby. From the ruby with the least gleam, The least shine, The least sheen. A little blackness hovered…
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Let us start ourselves on a path Past the remembrances only seeped in the darkness. Dipped in the blackness of crudest oil That had polluted a current, so far back. I will love With many places to carve my name, For homes, and the shelters I build With hands made of iron. From spot to…
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What resides in the eye?It is first the whiteness, or the emptiness,It is next the universe, or the cycle,It is finally the blackness, in the center. For everything more than the knowledge we seek,Everything more than the creations we build,Is no more than a nothingness, when we recedeBack to the canvas. What of the darkness,…
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“If the human form can exist for more than 3 weeks without food, what with Gandhi starving himself for 21 days, then it is water that the human form needs more than physical sustenance. To compare all of this to metaphorical attributes, the ‘food’ represents the the physical, while the ‘water’ represents the half-way between…
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Love is the most logical of things upon this Earth, and yet, its representation, of oneness, or God, has no understanding by science. That is because love represents the mind, while science gains by way of the form. Science cannot ever have the ability to comprehend the mind and its functions, because its most logical…
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Love falls upwards Like convalescent, and reborn Unto the sunrise And receives God’s holy rays, like thunder from a chime Blown by the winds of sighs. I am still too much in love With her veins, With the silence where she danced To no music played. Still in love with the many smiles, once exhibited…
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The kiss was gentle Against her breast, Like under the whirling rush Of the current, Of the sigh, Against her cheek. She laid there for me, And in my faint recollection, I caught that the bed had immaculate white sheets Laid atop her flesh. She did not kiss back, Nor did she fan herself, from…
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“There are those who will state that Traditions must be banished, because they ‘impede the road to progress’. There is something about ‘destroying traditions’ that many don’t realize what effects they will create. If a society holds traditions that uphold the meanings of love and truth, family and union, then any attempt to destroy those…
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Darkness is a brutal kindness In the coldest and warmest remembrances, Of each thing lapsed so far in the past, That I cannot tell What flavor are my tears. So much sheltered, Out of the cold, And so very bold When released, for me to see With eyes, ablaze On the only ever known cruelty.…
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She lurches forward to kiss Horrors into my scalp. Like one shadow let loose from lips buried In the redness of an apple, Plucked from the orchard to be bitten By how she encompasses Eve, as most sinister in shape. She follows wherever I travel, Where it be, in my mind or by my side,…
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I have not left the blue Of her tears. I only hold the shape close, Rectangular in form, and frivolous in its definition Of fate. I still deny The sentiment, Of what should be Left behind. In the moments I catch the raindrops That leave my eyes, I see where I splash, with my legs…
Modern Romanticism 