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Give me a moment to breathe, please.

Until the sobbing is
heard under sunlight
instead of closed moonlit
prisons, assaulted by figments


Motions practised to
fool those who judged
based on agreements to
convince they see the same vision


Rage that defies
the image of a world
that seemingly feels its
perfect to the person most rigid


A hand that strikes the canvas
marking it with a souls pigment
a breath between lives movement
feel there's more than dark moments


These are my thoughts, I guess,
A pause so I have a moment to digress...
To ingest,
and address,
that we're blessed,
but obsessed,
with the best,
without rest,
Always have the right answer because life is a test.
Surely this must be some form of jest.

A lie? Okay, tell me why.
Hmm. Okay. Listen to the Rhye.
or Rhyme?

Stillness brings a sense of interlude
Contemplate what will be left as residue
When Chaos defines what's the norm,
and Peace is overdue
Attempting to reconcile
what's old and new...
What a view.

Our actions are crude.
personality that's ****,
treated as askew,
spreading bitter news,
pretend we have the clues,
for a world that's filled with the blues?

What a truth...
And still,
we have to worry about
the pearly gates interview?
What a zoo.

Let me not assume,
Is this you?

Boards, first cause, by-laws, cars, mars, spas, bourgeoise, laws, closed doors, outlaws, applause, paws, claws, jaws, gnaws, gauze, grandma bawls, falls, withdraws, in-laws, clause, chainsaws, bedstraws, grandpa roars, draws, broken doors, floors, gauze, self-applause, laws, clause, outlaws, closed metal door, applause.
I pause.

How are you?
Giveon - Garden Kisses
You are unbelievably valuable.
You are the diamond discovered in the search for gold.
You are the breath of fresh air when one is drowning.
Pit your will against this world,
Your will is mine.

To live, to be,
is an unbelievably difficult thing.
Beyond I and you, person and world.
To place yourself as you are,
in a world,
that functions,
on how we are all the same.
That is a sign of unbelievable strength.

To love, to laugh.
To know without a shred of doubt,
that this moment, shared with this person,
is shared with my people.
Is shared with people.
To pursue that -

Fight for life.
My will is yours.
Your will is divine.
Sculpt your life so that,
Love, purpose, possibility, ability
Is the matter that makes your reality.
Make your love tangible, real.
Your love is mine.
Absent Moniker Sep 2022
Silent goodbyes taking the longest to arrive
Like old things,
fading from memory

Some things can only end in silence
Words cause pain,
for those unwilling to let go

It's strange how certainties can become naivety
We can love,
but love can be revealed as a delusion

I no longer miss, think of, nor want you
I love you,
yet somehow I know that I'll forget most of  you

At least you'll be immortal in my ink
A person I no longer call home
Absent Moniker Jan 2021
I dreamt I killed a god,
withstood the scorpions of his mind,
woke up in his body,
turned his face into mine.

I freed his slaves,
healed their wounds,
tore down his churches,
erased the sound of his name.

I found a desert,
with a broken people,
made a sea of pure water,
a grove of endless fruit trees,
and a mountain of black stone.

With black children,
I surfed, I climbed, I ate
I took away fear, I took away pain,
I took everything but death.

I fell in love with a black queen,
who had no kingdom,
her being filled with more soul,
than some family trees.
She sung only truth

We danced under the stars,
she asked me:
What do you stand for?
What would you die for?
Are you willing to love?

I kissed her skin,
made love to her scars,
listened to the music of her,
tasted her hidden tears.

I awoke alone on the beach,
everyone sleeping in their homes,
protected from the morning cold,
peaceful for the first time.

I waited at a bus stop,
climbed an empty bus with no destination,
watched the beach pass by,
and all the other infinite landscapes.

I slept and woke,
sung and wrote,
watched a thousand people come and go,
found myself sobbing tears,
how lonely it is to be god.
Dreams tell a thousand truths and more
Absent Moniker Jan 2021
The sun has risen,
Bathing the world.
More life is given,
The flowers stand bold.

It strikes the earth,
The rivers and the lakes.
The animals search,
The world awakes.

The vivid colours,
The scents of life.
The heat of summer,
A giving light.

It strikes soft skin,
True shade of brown.
Alights a scene,
Beauty in bounds.

Cloth of auburn,
Elegance and storm.
Colours of autumn,
Kissing her form.

Daughter of wisdom,
A beauty hidden,
Forgotten queendom,
A thought unbidden

I am LOVE,
she says.
She is LOVE,
No word play.
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