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 Apr 2020
HRTsOnFyR
It matters not what lies behind
Or what may lie ahead,
When waking dreams and evil things
Reside in each man's head.
They rattle chains and haunt our brains,
They feast upon our fears;
Consuming joy and hope and trust,
And all that we've held dear.
We hear their cries and stoke the fires,
Descend with them to Hell;
We share their shame, but not in blame,
Then fight amongst ourselves;
'Tis rare one sees
That which he flees
Is but a timeless mirror.
From brilliant men, to hapless hearts,
To wicked, wretched souls...
They are no more, nor less, than we;
But fractions of one whole.
Though he may lack in this or that
While others seem to reign;
With better looks, or smarts in books,
More power, wealth or fame;
We mustn't bend to arrogance,
Nor envy, just the same...
For he who dims his brothers light
Still hath no brighter a flame;
Instead he lessens all our sight
And squanders his own gains.
Have faith in ALL that's here below
Was ordered, first, above.
And suffers much, the eldest man,
Outliving all he's loved;
While rich men live, as paranoids,
And poor men toil in pain.
The simple man, a laughing stock,
And genius feels insane.
While beauty's forged the darkest hearts,
As shallow, they became.
And lives of ease have yielded sloth
And left good bodies lame.
So none can measure, nor divide,
The worth of Moon and Sun....
Like bird and beast,
As Earth to Sea,
Dependent on the One.
The seasons change,
As well they should,
And ne'er can we forget....
We're nigh but little cosmic spokes
Whom churn the Infinite.
And so these planets and their stars
Keep wheeling 'round the sky,
The watchmen keeping track of time,
Our souls all keeping ties.
 Apr 2020
Nylee
I wish the end will be better
There is a chance if I push through,
Conditioned to happily ever after
I expect this will work out.
The God is a better writer
The ****** is stretching longer,
Soon things will fall right
There is an end to the night.
But as I open my eyes,
Nothing has changed
I have to repeat my belief
Believe that maybe
One more day to see
The end is coming
Let's do this again.
Wait when it begins
My real life movie
Is more than three hours long,
The drama won't die down
I should just switch off the TV
Wake up the next day and see
If I want to even read my book?
 Mar 2020
zebra
Truth is too simple for words
before thought gets tangled up in nouns and verbs
there is a wordless sound
a deep breathless sigh
of overwhelming relief
to find the end of fiction
in this ordinary
yet extraordinary moment
when words are recognized
as words
and truth is recognized
as everything else
if i cannot sing
Β Β Β Β Β Β and cannot touch
i will prove that
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β i can heal myself
through the act
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β of healing others
july 11th, 2017.

scribbled truths gleaned
from six years of recovery.

kalica delphine Β©
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