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 Dec 2012 Kevin Eli
Grace
III
 Dec 2012 Kevin Eli
Grace
III
The lines on my hands are dotted,
and I’m waiting in vain to fill the space with some clarity.

I see a level head, yet my heart line looks faulty and untrusting.
Criss-crosses are etched into the line of my life.
Weaving themselves outward, they touch each aspect of my being-
Representing deep waters from out of the blue; which subsequently alters
until I’m submerged in wisdom.

Although my hands are a gift in the way of my future,
I’m stuck in this present moment- wandering.
I try to listen but fear that I won't hear is trapped in my ears.
I look to my treading feet...
they won’t speak.

In the silence of myself i’ll find truth that not even time will tell.
Seek answers within, search no longer.
In, out.
My breath, eloquent in all its simplicity,
gives me a map of the wind’s movement, the earth’s energy
and my soul’s path.
Life is funny.
There is such
a thin line,
between good
and bad. Right
and wrong. Pain
and healing.

Today I hurt myself.
I watch my blood run
and I smiled. I smoked
a black and mild nice
and slow, thinking
about the benefits of
cancer. Dying.

Today I could have
stopped myself.  A few
breathes, a hot shower.
I could have left
my sharp edged friend
untouched. I could have
called someone to
enjoy feeling loved.

But I didn't.

Today I almost died.
Yesterday I did.
I wonder what tomorrow
Will bring me.
 Aug 2012 Kevin Eli
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Diana.
 Aug 2012 Kevin Eli
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*******, Diana, for everything you’ve done.
For getting a hold on my friend and ******* out his fun
For doing to his happiness what a vampire does to blood
For taking his healthy heart and crushing it into crud.

He used to be optimistic
Before you turned him Chauvinistic.
I promised I’d refrain from calling you a *****,
But thinking on it now, I’d say you’re nothing more.

Now he puts on a façade of a smile
And we hope he’ll be better after a while
But we cannot reverse the things you did to him.
You left with his heart and his world became grim.

You’ve nothing left to say to our friend
You insist that this is the end
Now that you switched to another man like changing the channel,
We all say in a chorus, *******, Diana.

— The End —