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Kamski Mar 31
Death to the Poet!
None shall bellow her words
For they take you to the underworld;
None shall scream her songs
For they carry you to everlasting slumber;
None shall wear her clothes
For they drown you to the sinner's sea.
Death to the Poet!
March 31, 2021
Kamski Mar 31
Ah, the dangerous pleasure of sin
Its bittersweet taste
Why do we seek it so?
Do their rules amplify it?
Or do we simply hunger for it?
March 31, 2021
Kamski Mar 31
Your name is not important
Your dreams are
Your aspirations
Your passion
Let them then
Speak your name
For it'll be louder
Than coming from
Anyone's lips
March 31, 2021
Kamski Mar 31
There shall be no funeral
For my dreams unsung
I shall not weep
For the time gone by
For what worth would tears be
If they honor yesterday's rain
And not tomorrow's spring?
March 31, 2021
Kamski Mar 17
I slept with death
We made love all night
And when the sun rises
We shall create life
March 18, 2021
Kamski Nov 2020
My most insidious one,
How dark my days were
When you floated along
The river of the forgotten.
Memories fall like ashes in the sky
Draping us in their reverent soot
As we lay on the stonebed
That was hardened by our love.
Like a winged creature,
You soar to the ends of the worlds.
You're both my hunter and my prey
And I your warrior and your lamb.
I've locked eyes with you
And it was inferno and green field--
It was lightnings and rainbows--
It was micro of a second--
It was war of a lifetime.
You are chaos personified
That both started and ended tragedies.
And all in the middle you treasure.
All in the middle you resent.
You're bearing on your fingers
The threads that put all in place.
You glow so that you bore the sun itself.
I can never touch you
For if I do so, discord is unleashed
Like gust of wind bursting out of a small bottle,
Sweeping all to the vast expanse
Of unknown and uncertainties
That eventually led to losing.
This is what they say
That makes you turn away
From all you thought was beautiful--
Believing all that there is was that--
For something even more magnificent
And tasteful and holy and wrong.
November 30, 2020
Kamski Sep 2020
Wayfarer, merely I am--
In pursuit of hidden memories
Of the world and the stars.
My feet shall not go weary
Chasing the blinding light
That seems forever peeking
Over the purple mountains--
I take one step forth
And the horizon takes two back.
My hands shall not go weary
Reaching for the hanging fruit
That seems so close to touch
Yet so far to grab with whole hand--
Such is the vicious fate of a wayfarer!
September 23, 2020
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