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Monthly Archives: June 2014
Kun Fa’yakun
This love is going to kill me, Each remembered kiss a slice to my heart, drawing rivers of words, to exsanguinate on pages upon pages of never-ending, ending. Love bleeds like a sorrowful spring and yet I keep defending, defending. … Continue reading
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Whispering
I have discovered that God whispers among those who proudly proclaim love. The latter takes us for loves fool but I take the whisperer as a lover. Just whisper. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
Posted in Poems Beyond Their Words, poetry
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Grandfather
his skin looked like tree bark… and he died on the outside. but inside, he was still a tree. a big wise tree. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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those who give
Those who give, travel within the deep hull of the given… this exchange builds a seaworthy vessel The way your ship lists is a lullaby. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Humans
Wherever they are gathered, they are sure to draw attention to themselves. They are unable to avoid the same eventual malady but their symptoms are beautiful to behold. They are painters of great landscapes, yet challenge painters to capture their … Continue reading
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Die Beautifullly
Were a rose to know the gift of its own fragrance, it would surely die… fulfilled. Sweet attar of its sigh lulls open the red petals of my own empty heart who could behold such hollowness without imaging all it … Continue reading
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An Empty Gift
A gift is fragrance out of breath fled from the abode of the urn seeking respite of a wayfaring vessel within whom, it makes its return. Be not daunted, open the cover, Draw deeply from spirits fathomless well Oh, … Continue reading
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Dance Change
Big changes propagate from the slightest shift…. one small pebble will unsettle a placid pond… parted lips can divide a nation… Change within is the dance, all around us is music And we are the musicians… Change is not an … Continue reading
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