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Poetry is song
to the music of the mind,
to the drumbeat of the heart
and lungs.

Set firm and fast at first,
but lilting away
into distant dreaming descants,
infused with tears
and laughter of angels,
who do not know what they say,
or what it will mean.

Or chaotic
messes brought
Together
by
Lines and spaces
and pencil traces
In night coloured
leather-bound books
But not bound
to the page for longer than
a moment.

Poetry is song,
Played a thousand ways.
My life is not,
As bad as it seems,
But the thing is,
The person living it is me,

So I exaggerate every,
Little thing,
And make it look like,
It's hell I'm living.

When really all I need to do,
Is put my chin-up,
And keep battling through.
I wandered these lands,
And took to the seas,
With the rage of war at my back,
The promise of blood ahead.

I saw wonders,
And the remains of fallen lives,
For millennia,
I searched - futile.

I stumbled aimlessly,
Into conflict I couldn't understand,
And with one shot,
I was killed at evil's hand.
 Dec 2015 Viola
Denel Kessler
Best to absolve
the guilty
to hold pain
overfills the vessel
perpetrator and victim
awash in the same
liquid shame
spill this sorrow
let it become
a drop
in the vast
ocean.
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
over load
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
I know I have a source of strength
An orbit around the sun
A sum greater than the parts
An inner wisdom

But my feelings are still there
Not some screen in a theater
And the actors exit stage right
I'm left alone in the spotlight

Because even if I'm not there
Rivers run their due course
The sun still sets in the west
Stars still take its place

But my mind is an open ocean
A dark and tepid pool
Mixing feelings of forgiveness
With rushing waters of emotions

And all at once
It just too much
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
damaged wing
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
Like a bird with a damaged wing
I know winter is coming
But I still try to fly away
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
Untitled
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
Short poems
Are the very successful on this site
Because?

People don't want to commit to thought

This is
A chronic complaint of mine
And still

I may be sick, I live on without dying
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
I don't know how it could be
I only understand that it is
That's enough for me
I still am going to love

I don't know when the change
I only saw it later
When it is too late
I am still going to love
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
easy go
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
Easy come
Easy go
That's why I'm glad to know

You were never easy
A more complicated thing
I'll never know

Still you know I love you
And I know you love me
Let time heal all the wounds we caused

And then

Easy come
Easy go
I'm sorry I'm so complicated
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
solipsism
 Dec 2015 Viola
Torin
Because in reality
I'm only a man
With nothing in the world
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