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if I am unbecoming all the words you’ve never read
then I can take my time while I go walking through your head
you’ll never even see me and you’ll never even know
I’ll speak into your body, may it reap what it will sow

if I am unbecoming all the traits in me you knew
then I will be the mountain you will not know how to move
you’ll never even feel me and you’ll never even think
I’ll be with you forever, every single time you blink


if I am unbecoming all the words you’ve ever read
then I will pick my body up and bury it instead
you’ll find me in the in-betweens, in laughter and in sighs
I’ll be in every single breath, you never will know why
who you think i am or who i am
I talk to you in private, more than anybody knows
I tell you all my secrets and it satisfies my soul
you walk with me my daily route and always stop to ask
“I’m here to stay, I’ll always be, but where do your feet stand?”

I’m walking on the soil now, I’m testing out terrain
I’ve walked through some that bit me back and made me feel insane
I don’t know what to tell you now, but I know how to be
I know I am the part of you that I can always see

I talk to you in private, like I’m talking to myself
I tell you who I want to be, but I’m  somebody else
I am not you, your are not me, we are not black and white
I’ll meet you in the middle where the colors come alive
The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
I felt my heart be still tonight, I focused on my breath
I rearranged my thoughts so I could get out of my head
I started building bridges and I crossed them every day
I learned about my body in a certain kind of way

I picked apart the memories I’d never written down
and realized carnality was always on the ground
to go below its surface took another kind of strength
I’d never be this human ever in my life again

I spoke my truth indelibly, with every cell in me
and fell apart in ways I didn’t know that I would need  
I felt my heart go still tonight, I focused on my life
I went to sleep with Hope that I would see another night
on life and death, on every single moment
You pull me down from everything that keeps me in the air
You show me things that break me in a way I can’t compare
You give my heart a reason and the strength to keep a beat
and cover me in Poetry I lay down at Your Feet

You see me in the places where I barely see myself
You hold my hand through troubles unlike anybody else
You recognize the filters I impose upon my tongue
but let me speak as freely as I possibly could want

You layer every fiber of my being on my bones
You breathe Your Life into them so I’ll never be alone
You leave me only speechless but You never leave me bare
if anything, You make me all the more and more aware
“Иисус сказал ему: Я есмь путь и истина и жизнь; никто не приходит к Отцу, как только через Меня.”
‭‭От Иоанна‬ 14:6
if you could hear the dissonance between your mind and soul
would you put up a fight or would you let it take control?
would you give in to anger or be humbled in its midst?
would you consider dying to the things you can’t resist?

if you could hear the voices of the present, future, past
would you become a pillar or an ever-moving mass?
would you pack up your life entire for where you want to go?
or would you turn your head around to everything you’ve known?

if you were offered nothing but a Promise you can’t see  
would you surrender all the things that bring you to your knees?
would you call flesh your person or the part of you that is
a vessel for your Soul to carry out what you let in
“Жена же Лотова оглянулась позади его, и стала соляным столпом.”
‭‭Бытие‬ ‭19‬:‭26‬
it could have been through one of us that change was being made
it could have been through one of us that change was causing pain  
it could have been through one of us that change would make us fail
but change has moved through all of us, together we’ve set sail

inhaling waves of water I’ve been catching all my life
I realized my fisticuffs were never only mine
it’s never been just one of us, it’s always been us all
together we would rise or separated, we would fall

it could have been through one of us that change was never made
it could have been through all of us that change would choose to stay  
it could have been that none of us would ever learn to stand
but we are in the water now, together, hand in hand
my father was a boxer in a past life, and he always told me we are stronger together as a family — fingers pulled in, tight as a fist, ready to handle anything that comes our way.
see, there is a dream that is always in bloom
it's moving in shades of the brightest maroon
while conscious of darkness that comes with the night
the moon has no time be part of its fight
there's something much greater than wasting the air
may breaths we are given be offered with care
intention has painted The Truth on our bones
and waits for your blood to give Life to your home
we've planted our seeds in our walk on this earth
and if they be many let each of them birth
a vine of redemption, a fruit that is whole
concealed by a shell that will shelter your soul
day to night
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