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 Oct 2014 karma is dead
alex grey
You tell me I need to lose weight,
so I do,
lest I grow wide.
You tell me I need to eat more,
so I do,
lest I die.

You tell me I need to focus on studies,
so I do,
to make it to a good school.
You tell me I need not focus too much,
so I don't,
I can have some fun too.

You tell me to make more friends,
so I do,
my empathy stretches to three.
You tell me not to worry about others,
so I don't,
only to worry about me.

You tell me not to boast or brag,
so I don't,
my work should not be compared.
You tell me I should be more like her,
now I'm confused,
two different meanings, so you dared.

Why must you confuse me?
Which is it that you want?
In a world of black and white,
my world,
you make no sense,
but for so long,
I've tried
to make due.

Trust me,
I'm really trying to.

Being two things at once,
has become a game,
don't take me for a dunce,
it is my mind I cannot tame.

So be happy with what you created,
for I am both, the good and the bad.

It's all on you.
So make up your mind,
are you happy
or sad?
Shed some light
On the deepest corners of the mind
So many thoughts still in darkness
Not being acknowledged
For fear of being misunderstood
Injustice meted out to them
Maybe those thoughts
Can transform the present
Give them a chance
And realize what lies within
when life leaves our bodies
are we truly dead
or is it death
once memories of us cease
and our name
is exhaled for the last time

our lives after all
are only memories
so once we are forgotten
we are only then
truly dead

So we die twice
Once
When the final breath
Leaves our body
Twice
When our final memory
Is forgotten
 Oct 2014 karma is dead
Chance
Muse
 Oct 2014 karma is dead
Chance
Is there love out there for someone like me?
As cliche as a small excerpt like this might be
I can't help but wonder
Will there ever be someone who sees me like lightening and my voice like thunder
Following you around like your own personal little cloud of rain
A muse who understands my pain
Its not easy to believe in someone
This i know
For my past endeavors have told me so
I often fantasize about it
What its like for someone to know my demons in and out
Its a double edged sword
It has to be
For another human to understand
They'd have to be as crazy as me
I want to connect on a level where our fingertips create small worlds
And our bodies create galaxies
Just by simply touching

And then there's nothing
 Sep 2014 karma is dead
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
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