Tag: world
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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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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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Satanic Trap (Poetry)
Look at the water From blue to pitch black I think we’ve been cursed Satanic trap Banish banish River choke to sand The tongue kills man Bring your crosses Bring your holy assemblies Raise God from the dead So we may kill again -K.M.O
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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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