Protected: Distorted Bout (remodelling) – vicissitude
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Cataract
The salacious velvet veil That now seals up the eye. Has no-motion emotions It is unspoken goodbye. For “I” has traveled inland To part with human life. No more sharing of dreams No more seeking to try. To the boundried boxed shadow Of walls short in impediment A safe heaven, your meadow Where one guards […]
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Yes, freedom is here. The land is there to show: what you plant, grows. So freedom-plant! Make this. Your number one demand. Freedom is sold, bought, but not bestowed. Freedom is chased and gauged by one’s soul. Freedom is gained, freedom is lost Freedom is a dream, you little boy! If I am free, why […]
Read More Freedom is soldGone Away Child and Vanishing Trick
Gone Away Child . . The gone away child Go child go The broken metal charm Now, sand storms in the snow. Wears bulletproof coat, For hearts that,flimsy, broke The moment one decides When push comes to shove. Time to return to comfort zone. A stale Peter Pan land. The land where Never grows. With […]
Read More Gone Away Child and Vanishing TrickWalled Up
The wall, unbearable threshold Comparts and parks the devil. The one that speaks no beast But smokes on rising feet. To step on the unknown The wall will halt it down You only go as far as The key can fit the lock brass. To attain, knowledge, the key May the teller bear the grief […]
Read More Walled UpThe Kiss
The Kiss . . A longed prolonged kiss, Of moisten long tongues Is born of crossed speech That rattles restless bones. . . Here is the unconscious, savouring the moment, that cannot be worded. But knowing that words can brigde us and help us connect, we try to express. #thekiss #gustavklimt #klimt #poetrynation #poetryoftheday #poetrycollab […]
Read More The KissChannel Shut
Channel Shut . . Poetry is dying. Poetry is leaving me Poetry is aborting The land of fantasy. Now pain, no longer lingers, Creates cracks on soiled clay. To canyonise, this new life The valley opens wide. But, no poetry simply means Your inner ears have clipped Unconsciousness cannot be silenced For it finds a […]
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