falling in love
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On Secrets
In order to be authentic, one cannot be caged, nothing can be demanded of you. You can try many ways of extracting truth, thus raping the individual. I am a creature of contradictions, I cannot be trusted with a fixed state of mind, I live on planet Earth and I adapt. I so desperately wished…
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Bury the Dead
I have birthed the spiritual crisis I was meant to have. The promise of a pending love quickly came back to me and my mind became sorrowful. I felt like a small bird being tortured by the smoke of a chimney that I thought would keep me warm after a long day’s flight. I am…
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The Miracle
I thought I had you back with me, but you have handed me a book and asked me to read. I can hardly see you beyond this cross, your voice becomes engulfed in a speech foreign to me that my mind immediately rejects. It scares me that this is you. I don’t want to lie…
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I Let Love In
It wasn’t a teacup that shattered, it was the entire shelf.I saw it breaking in slow motion and I ignored it. The shards flew inwards with the speed of arrows shooting into a void. I felt them as they entered me. They were more aware of me than you. I was a ravaged animal, I…
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The Custodian
I would tell her about the octopus dream…How the creature felt like family. Was it floating in the air or was I deep in the water? Its eyes were full of intelligence, full of thoughts.It was a moment of divinity.It looked the way I would think a galactic ambassador looks like.It knows you intimately before…
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Light Blue
A desolation is creeping up, I see the slithering snake, gorgeous creature, it thinks ‘here comes the dragon.’ Your eyes I follow, The gargoyles start rushing, they vocalise“Away, o,From spell and raptureBreak it now, shatter the vase.” A string was attached, like puppet and puppeteer. Master and animal. Unmet l*vers. I took you seriously until…
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L.O.V.E
You have brought back a childhood tender loving care that appears to me was absent every night, there is a vacuum negating joy every step of the way for my little self.I have felt the pitchfork tyranny about four times total since we met. Triggered by my own inadequacy, by the sadness of unbelonging, by…
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You
How would I dare question these links?The inner workings of universal law beat our greatest comedians.Good luck dissecting mystery, as the unknown and unknowable prevail, trumping every seat of power.Amassing ignorant following, for what else can the following be?These inner workings are not a guessing game, nor a science.The inner workings demand submission, not theorizing…
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Dunas de un Cuerpo
I upset the emotional body and destroy democracy. It all burns an eternal flame. I am seduced by the Dunes that have kissed my neck and hair from morning to dawn. Large still paintings adorning a Hamlet flash memories of women souls whose frames I see randomly walking past me. I saw one of them…
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Don’t Beat a Dead Horse
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
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