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It would be a shame To leave this dagger to a newly born spring Merge into words, longing, and heavenly tricks

Turn prose into poetry Fire into a bloodless thought

Between the worlds Nothing was artful about silence It had a body, was a trapped animal

Lure the breath back in Waiting by the door again - shame Leaving them ajar Just enough

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Through the woods, racing Hunter on our heels Will you hold my bloodstained hand? Illusions splatter like rainfall Against the window pane Plain is your touch, your kiss Yet it leaves my heart more than pacing Shooting stars overhead may fall Plummet wishes into longer days Interlaced fingers counting minutes Wake up, wake up, wake up! Minutes pass too soon The rain won’t wake, nor take long to dry If you will try with me, you have my number to call February, if you marry me – Too soon a thought, and yet Why not admit That although this thought is fantasy Its clear to see how much you are to me The soil the sky the sweat upon my brow Crest the waters with the prow Full speed ahead Level the forest and the playing field So nothing blocks my sight of thee Will these rainfall tears cleanse us of our past Give us tomorrow's hope, at last?

A Feud to Carry Vol. 3, 2.1.25

“By Daylight "

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Spilled Inktober, 10.9.23 “Repetitive Bookworming"

How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be To gnaw such scholars to the core Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty What knowledge to use to wage this holy war Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on Knowledge and spirits as well Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell Again, the words are missing, where did they go? Father, mother, gone to the flame Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam Flitter, flit, and flick each page Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam Oh, the flame should fill all with rage Red and bright, oh, burning light Where gentle souls seek out to chase Pass on, you weary readers, into the night Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace

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Wanting only what you can't have

That which evades your grasp

Hungry for fruit on the tree

Farthest from reach

Breaking a sweat, finding footing

Unsteady, off-putting

Obstacles to get around

Chance of crashing to the ground

Inching closer, almost there...

Gotcha! Now where to?...

Nowhere left to go

But

d

o

w

n

Fait accompli

Somewhere else to be...

Untouched fruit, new tree

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lifeline

Why did I let this fog veil my eyes? Rain from the gaze of a wounded god It seeded an almost tangible light - still bloodless; its heartbeat A lifeline on the ledge A cure drowning

I wanted to meet silence Maybe a poetess

Well-earned shame

There is a shadow right by my bed Did you come for my breath?

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this truly is an act

Young Venus loved her serpents They breathed life into an act Sedated the lost mind A mind begging for a straight path

Blood congealed by fear Would flow with ease never heeded before With a drop of venom A drop or ten

A small price for a world redreamt A price that shapes her courage and perverts it Lingers and colours divine tastes She may not be woven from this grey fabric Not entirely Still, the threads are braided The droplets dissolved - unseen, yet here to be felt

I only catch myself as I am falling When it’s your name that I am am calling Leaping at chances with permission All it took was honest admission Stairwells, oh-wells, heavy sighs And delayed, delayed goodbyes Parking lot sunsets Head on your shoulders I’ll never forgets Effortlessly you spin through my mind Top of my thoughts turning on rewind Playing back every iridescent moment I crave you as my opponent I weep and I ache every second I see you For the longing without you has me left inside the queue

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daughters like sons

What is this brave new world inside me? Does it have blue eyes? Will its voice sound just like my own? Who is it that hides under my bed? Why does he celebrate every drop of courage Leaving me at once?

To answer his grin: you are in the wrong These are not my palms, not my hips This is the stance of a mind Immune to self-harm It has crossed its own Niles and Amazons Stared at the Sun This run is no different - only more delicate

Blue like all dearest heavens Gentle like the melody of sunrise

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