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 Mar 17
Aaron Beedle
Justified demise of another set of longing eyes,
is it that I'm comprised of a cacophony of longing lies
telling me I'm no good,
that no one should love me, how could they?
A roughly carved shape of a soul and the hole left by selfish doubt
a window to a world of reasons reasoning why I should be left out.

The continual fear that love is a trap designed to erode the calloused halls of frozen walls that carry reassuring tones that the cold is consistent,
that warmth is insistent on melting our walls and making survival an emotional chore when we could just avoid it all. And yet despite the comforting embrace of psychological hypothermia, we want more.
About: Struggling to trust, having being hurt, being emotionally numb.
 Mar 13
Geof Spavins
Silent board awaits,
Knight leaps over pawns' defence,
Moonlight whispers check.

Pieces poised for war,
Queen glides with regal purpose,
Victory's sweet breath.

Bishop's path is clear,
Diagonal whispers move,
Endgame's silent thrill.

Rook stands tall and firm,
Castle walls protect the king,
Strategy unfolds.

Checkmate declared,
King's last stand in silent fall,
Triumph's quiet joy.
 Mar 5
rick
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .
 Feb 23
Traveler
In the theater of souls,
I am a man!
But I think the thoughts
of a human.
I walk the eternal path
of spirituality,
Reflected in the light
of my reality.

I reached for the higher truth
as the old wives fables disintegrate
into the light of rational thinking.

Our light shines brighter
when we open our minds
and see through the darkness
we’ve been making.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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