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There are moments I dearly wish to see the eyes That kept me in comfort. Those were the eyes I found to be brighter Than the very sun, Though, I could see them. I was not blinded to them, I was not withheld from looking Upon the iris, nor the dark pupil. In these moments,…
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“For art to grow and prosper, it must be treated as any other life upon Earth. We are creations of other creations, are we not? Therefore, if art is merely ‘anything’, then it is ‘nothing’, referring the creators of this art to be those to keep people in their poverty. They dislike when anyone rises…
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“At the ‘anything’ level, art is referenced to be ‘nothing’. Kept at the anything level, it is kept as an idea at its birth, as nothing. As nothing, it is kept at the poverty level, which must be why we have stated today that ugliness is the same as beauty. No creation is anything, while…
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I have no right to speak To the one I have crippled. To the one I have slain, To the one I have drained Of all her tears, in the next day when she Will come to kiss death, And speak aloud to the open, Words that berate upon when I hear them, Words that…
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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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