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Walking at your left hand,Weeping crystal shards from vanity’s look,Burning the histories in this holy book,As the moon shines upon the sand.At the last kiss before a lullabyTook you away to sleep.This last touch before the final hour,To keep weaving sunshine through your hair – Before the earth in its unending stare,Grows you for God…
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How are the trees?Do the petals still remain,Without burning in their fall?Was the sun there to leave,Were we ever purposed to weep?Even while the trail partsAhead of the fiery bridge crossed,Were we ever always lost – Upon the lit pathwaysWhere candles guide usTowards those open gateways?A stumbling through arms, for us,While the earth begins to…
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Pleasant seas come at their soarFor scented waves, never more adored.With sorrow’s guide for a beautiful hand,Symptoms are shared for one, abhorred.Sensation upon a distant land,Weeping between sealed fingersClutching the neck never kissed,Strangling barren love. She caresses her eyes in the glaze,Twin folding lids that conceal her hurt,While she fades through an hourglass,The sand to…
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“Whoever saves one life, saves the entire world.” – Oskar Schindler Once in a time of my life, I rescued someone from the brink of their disaster. Maintaining consistent contact, I constantly worried. I unendingly concerned over their well-being. Hong Kong was finding itself in ruin, at a slow crawl to that point. Mainland China…
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The ocean with its candle,A lighthouse above these tears.Walking with the folded pages,Carrying more than weight to handle. A perfect neck, once kissedWhile weeping through sincerityAs its blessing died in vanity.I pulled back the curtainTo find the waves – Sending back what was lost,A love that gave into her gravity.I signaled for the world to…
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How many seeds plantedTo grow what never wantedTo lift from where it fell?The moon smiles to sorrow’s spell,Joining the vacant night,Leaving fog for the curtains,Exhaling vapor upon the windows. Is love able to clotheA senseless mind that loathes?One face here for light,One form there with fright,While sadness keeps tricklingMarble streams down cheeks of flesh.Blood keeps…
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Build the waters, aroundTo see your reflection, in the sound.The hills kneel in their heavy weight,To bring you upon the mound.Your eyes recede to the battered stateIn being less than, when being moreThan all visions, to this love. Build the vessel for our veins,Rowing the waters pastWith much to push backOn the years that never…
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“There is much that bleeds, within. Beyond the shield that stops us, beyond the preference we hold to be different Bibles, there is a light that warms us with the same understanding of reality.” – Modern Romanticism Sameness. It is a word that understands the earth, beneath the layers, beneath the cloak. Beneath what guards,…
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Space between dust of meRunning through an hourglass of grief.Poignant in all the rush,A journey within despondency.You hold your cup,Weeping for one mile after anotherWhile the waters fade beneath our feet. Toss your coin, the one you keepAt the summit of all your vanityThe world sees as your third extremity.I can hold this hand before…
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Dreaming to your lightUpon a dim-lit night,As your voice reaches arms aroundThis hollow form clinging to the ground.I have slept upon your grave,Hoping for a returnTo the same salience – In the same fameLove inspired me to believe.Though the Autumn leavesGrow fainter, to our shame. As tears comes to cultivateA golden garden that decorates –…
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Sing to me, next to meAll the faces collected for meThat each would not resideAs much as I have cried for thee – Fountain-clogged steps in time,With no future tears to spillFrom eyes, wearied with the haste.Tell me you remember to hideWhen the final sound comes from behind. You remain the tide curling to shatterTo…
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Each smile to the salvation.Twin lovers with identical heartsSwim in veins, before evening startsOn their voyage towards elation.With no stars to appear,Love grew apart, with the lit matchBurning the crown of thorns – As blood fell to match the bread,With a mother weeping for her dead. A man embraces a woman,Holding her shed skin, closeBefore…
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