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Fractured SoulAll that I am has become shards,
Lost pieces of me floating down
Like autumn leaves upon the ground.
Of golden plans and fallen dreams,
Of lost hope and future schemes.
All that I am has become shards,
These shards of me they are my soul,
Watch where your foot will fall.
You walk on all that once was me,
All the thoughts that guided me.
All that I am has become shards,
So what is left after shards are gone?
Who is this person who goes on?
All purpose gone they cease to be,
What then, remains of me?
Elemental SonnetThe eternal earth moves with passing time,
And beats the rhythm of retreat and release.
A shifting dance between land and sea.
To build is fleeting in her diocese.
The wild wind chills the fragile heart of Man
And sings the mournful note of long ago.
A hymn of bright hope and heartfelt sorrow,
Of ages past and a dawning tomorrow.
The searing fire of summer's heat and passion,
That fills the forge to heat steel and timber.
From heart's love to hate and rage to ember,
Emotion's dance through every flicker.
The untamed water of life's first soft steps.
From whisper to shout you always hear him.
The song of new life and deaths mournful hymn
Harpy, and mermaid and call to all men.
Elements not of science and reason,
But nature's passion, soul of the seasons.
Dark SecretsI have a little secret,
Something no-one knows.
The darkness that you thought was gone,
Well it just grows and grows.
I think of endings all the time,
Some good, some bad, some final.
Of opting out, of letting go,
Of colour on the vinyl.
I wear so many masks a day,
That some become my face.
But deep inside my heart you’ll find,
Only dark and empty space.
I have a little secret,
Something no-one knows.
This life you think I live,
Well I just hope it goes.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
A Move is MadeA silence descends
So quiet it echoes in the dark.
The message is sends,
One of the ending of a spark.
All may be lost,
In the game of the heart.
To win at what cost?
For you may lose before you start.
A move has been made,
In this strange shielded game.
The hand kept in shade,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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