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His Laughter Echoes
I feel like I’ve been broken open Split down the center line Sawed through with the Devil’s autograph Claiming, “Now you’re Mine.” There is no more fight inside ‘cause I’ve fought and I’ve fought And...
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First The Hell
I am being crucified Cut by the Sword of the Great Divine A sword sharpened by the Dark Side I have Nothing Left to give You Why should I continue to Try To prove to You – what? Just what? I am only...
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Sweetness Embodied
Will I ever see Sweetness embodied? Will I ever be Who I was meant to be Free of the never-ending Craving Or will I just get used to it? Will it stay with me like this Like some kind of Over-Lay...
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YOU ARE
I am Radiance I am the Joyous Dancer Mountains still the dissonance See your Great Accomplishments! Feel your own Benevolance They speak through me To beg you: Please! Know yourself as you know Me! I...
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A Worthy Endeavor
I feel Hope rise up, filling me Pouring out my eyes Gratitude bursting out of my heart I think it just grew about three sizes At the very same time I feel scared shitless Not a great word for a poem,...
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The Unseen
Something grows, imperceptibly The Great Ones speak of Liminal Space and The World of the Unseen Where so many things are happening Tell me about your world-view Does it include the Truth of the Unseen...
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Unwise
We danced around with blinded eyes Seeking like we do in youth that Elusive serum we call Truth Unreachable until we’re wise And wisdom don’t set in so soon Wisdom comes from a million tries Or,...
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The Cherry Tree
Disbelief, my own believing Chop down the Cherry Tree Remembering’s deceiving ‘Til we find who we were meant to be Another lifetime lost in dreaming Another spent in fantasy – A lie, which claims it...
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Black Poetry
Black Poetry beats in me like a painful yellow fog Murky, pungent, sucking life This is garbage, you think (Or maybe that’s me) For Poetry is the thing Dickenson speaks of! Hope singing, and the like...
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BoundFree
I thrive in You I come alive Through and through you feel me and feed me Truth’s breeze rushes like a ghost through my broken-open soul I will never go back I can never go back A shattered soul is...
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