Tag: life
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Class (Poetry)
Happiness Undressing in the back seat Slip a strap and heart attack StonedWhere it all began Replaced with semantics of class Sleep The death recovered The body buried in a dream Found Within a violent sunrise The ancient rite, silent ritual When you ink the pages of your life -KMO
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Drink (Poetry)
The Earths face cracked and crippled The age crumbled like a desert clod We are empty, again we start With the rain of heavens woman Can I bend for a drink Lost, wandering the cracks for days Like the driest drop of water Walking blind, took the easiest way The sun held me too long…
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Temporary (Poetry)
We live in temporary hours Within the numb minutesTaking stock in the mirage of seconds The water, a collapsed vein The blood, a well run dry Seduced by the man made clock Operating within the confines of physical fantasia Take hold of this singular motion Swimming with the current to escape Collecting clues along the…
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The Young (Poetry)
The young bustle in a barrage of responsibilityThe younger coagulate like clots beneath the pavement Trying new things to entertain the broken hearts they inhabit All the while the new generation of feet above carry the worldThey’ve learned to keep their vices neatly tucked into back pockets They’ve learned to enjoy the feeling more than…
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Morning May (Poetry)
You lift your face from the shadow to coax the timid morning Miraculous vision, now I see The silent praise of natural order The stiffened back of elemental pillars Resolved, yet again holding another spinning day Dry our tears of morning may -K.M.O
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Questions (Poetry)
Where did you come from? I rode the first ray of sunlight that kissed virgin land Why have you come?Like a bird from its nest I was nudged, of which I only accepted What will you do? I will live and die, returning to my fathers hand Where’s your father? I am here therefore, he…
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Guilt (Poetry)
How many men will scream when the end arrives to collect Tell your brothers to bundle the guilt scattered across the world Don’t be like the one who creates himself a bastard With your head in your hands, the world spins forever Like the hum of plans and fools We can burn the effigy, no…
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Web (Discourse)
The great behemoth, the towering giant. Flowers burst from the palm of its left hand. The hand is open and gives. A sword of fire clenched in the right hand. This hand takes and manipulates. With modern tech we are left with scale and choice, as we are with all things created by man. Will…
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Piebald (Poetry)
Across the knuckles of a single road Cutting the crumbled bank The piebald fawn was last to follow With a sobbing winter Shivering and shaking Down the apple valley Cradled into mothers wooden hip The women dance naked The men chew their trips Shivering and shaking Leaving the body for dirt With humble courage, cross…
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Concerned Citizen (Discourse)
Celebrate the differences. Conformity eats away at a man’s soul. Forced equity smothers the nuance of life Yes, we’ve killed God. Yet if you roll the stone away you’ll find yourself, wrapped in linen, hiding decay. Absolute truth isn’t something you create. The first truth is something searched for. Feeling has become a God. Building…
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