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Expectations increase with each new building block to the structure, so that the whole does not collapse. This is true when an author, or even a musician to a series of albums, or a screenwriter, a playwright, a game developing company, and others, consider how they are going to top their last piece. The entire…
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Awareness is not an emotion, nor the essence of being careful or being wise. In fact, that goes against wisdom. One learns and gains wisdom, through hard lessons in life. One must experience the ordeal, before understanding if the ordeal was worth the trek. Yet, morons across the globe have devoted whole careers to “raising…
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Consider bullying in this, for a child, to understand that it is the child’s defenses being pulled down, for how weak the child appears. The child’s defenses are next to none, because the bully to the weak child, is the concept of the predator to the prey. Even back to the age of prehistoric dinosaurs,…
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Don’t let these strings loose To be unfolded at our feet, For they wrap like snakes, in coils To tie you against me. Love holds shed skin Like shed tears, We are two serpents against the other, Just the liar upon the liar, With the truth we call the truth. We have merely shed a…
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What was it, that let you loose Upon the stones, held on by the noose? Was it your simple yearning To see where the ocean travels? To see the startled birds, as you dove across To watch the tides pass by? I saw your lips smear the sand with scarlet, Though, I figured it to…
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She wore a white flag Pierced on her delicate bosom, For some man of surrender Annexed her form, during one dim night. She wore her eyes, Worn down to be discolored. She wore her cheeks, Swollen with the bruises of hands. She wore her lips, Always quivering beneath the moon. Most of all, She wore…
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Let us not simplify Her eyes, nor her mind When stared through, across the line. What a face! What a gentleness! What a love I hold for the new one, The beauty who was meant to be seen By no one, but me. Something rips through the miles, As it is my sight To the…
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From trumpet calls, To flaming walls, There are eyes upon debris Of a scattered woman. Her face empties my form, Her eyes empty my mind, Her love buries me behind, Lets me fall from the wind To see what I should have been. The meager man, with nothing to hand Of to the messenger, in…
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There are many who thrive upon the word “evidence” to support there being something of “existence”. When does something of non-existence, ever become something of existence, without belief? What does not exist, must require belief, for it to exist. It is not delusion, though is simple belief, because it is as loose as love is…
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Death is a wide awakening To what I’ve missed, For something I’ve kissed, In a world I’ve wished To be something other than it is. My eyes see the wooden frame, The wooden lid, The wooden bottom, As I am Pinocchio with his nose in the soil, Merely the creation of a tree To speak…
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Place a ring over Your pretty finger, I will do When the world caves in To show something for symmetry’s sake. Just a face That was buried in strands of your hair. Messengers from the dark Write this tale upon the lonely harp That is the decor to our melody. Brown tresses, As the Earth’s…
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Let your tired eyes Swim down in my river of tears. I have cried this current for you, For your gaze to swim, beneath the sun. Will we, one day lie down To speak of the stars? Will we, one day seat ourselves Upon the thrones of Heaven? I want you, in arms that stretch…
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