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Lift your sleeping self To the rising sun Baring a light upon your forehead, In the stillness of your heart’s death. I wash light, Like I wash your arms. I waste light, Like I waste dinnertime kisses. All I taste is the bitterness Of iron Upon the tracks that race the train Towards the extended…
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It is only That tears can drown a dream Straight into the firelight Beholding its own bright gleam. Drops, so far from the whiteness Of springtime innocence. As an infant, I wept, Though not for this. I was weeping for pains I did not understand. Do I still? I am tears. I am in the…
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Stars, that rise High upon the spirited plain, Drain my eyes into petals, Drain my spirit into endeavor, Drain my body from pleasure. You grew two stones in either hand Where one I called my heart, The other I called this world. I was skipped, The other still spun Upon its own oceans. I remained…
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The tears surround, Like oceans that are birthed From my growing eyes. They lift, Though pull back At the sight of the skies That cry ever greater streams To the tenderest dreams I once had of you. Why of pain, Does it need to rain? Why of this grief, I must remain in disbelief? We…
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Tell me stories, Sing me songs Of quiet verse by firelight. You’ll tell of your pain to the searing flame That grows not merely in the hearth, Though in your heart. You will speak, Will you not? Of all avenues where your eyes track The simplest reprieve you’ve always lacked. To something you want to…
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Let loose your feathers, Your wings come unfurled To the blood of romance. You curl your eyes to the sunset, Radiant upon your back. I seek to draw back a lock Invading the space in your sight, To be behind your ear At the spot where I let stay my hand. You are contented, As…
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“Humanity is always beneath Hell. Were a human to express humanity for its own sake, we’d all be God. We’d all be one. We’d have no need to divide, based on that Hell, based on what we don’t see. Hell is something constructed atop humanity. It is because a person’s pain extends into their actions…
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“Each human possesses faults, imperfections, all either contemptible or forgiven by other humans. For what is first understood, that is what is always received with punishment. Though, there is something else that is judged by love, being of the greater fault to any person. That fault is a person simply being themselves. Such means, that…
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How is it the new books describe What the old books already wrote? You were the mattering For a perfect world. My eyes see glimmers. Perhaps it is the stars that I witness, Perhaps the beautiful moon over a lake, Though it is only my tears. My understanding Of what is so real as death,…
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“The more dear someone is to us, the harder it is to accept that they might die. In fact, you try to convince yourself that they can’t die. And you might try to find meaning in death… but all there is… is pain… and unbearable… hatred… Wasteful death… eternal hatred… and pain does not heal……
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“Does a person fear for themselves, or do they fear for someone else? Were a president or prime minister say about an immigrant that they must be kept outside the nation’s borders ‘for their own safety’, would that be hatred, or would that be fear? It would not be ‘racist’, because in this sense, it…
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“If racism is simply a form of prejudice, then prejudice must have its origin in fear. It is not that racism is originating from hatred. For if prejudice originates from fear, then it also originates from the fear of the unknown. That which a person does not comprehend of another, not being their race, though…
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