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Why fear death, for your death is certain,
Why fear the unknown, for your fate is known,
Why fear the dark, for the light is within,
Why fear ignominy, for your ego's a prison.

Overcome your fears and you will be liberated,
Love without constraints and you will be exhilarated,
Submit to The Supreme Will and you will be exalted.
Fear not, instead be free
 May 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
Mikaila
Away
 May 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
Mikaila
This last thing.
I have one thing left to hope and work for.
If I do, in fact, lose this last thing...
I will take it as a sign that I need to go.
And I will go far.
Probably across the sea.
I have been saving up every single time I ever wanted to walk away from something, all my life.
Every little time that I wanted to break and just run from whoever was hurting me,
Every time I just wanted to cut my losses and quit something,
I restrained myself, because I knew
I could never run far enough to truly leave it behind, shackled as I was by youth.
I saved them all.
And if I do lose this, I will let it all out, and walk away for the first time.
And when I walk away for the first time, you can bet I will do it spectacularly and completely.
I am not afraid.
she thinks herself
as my messenger
I am the mirror
she reflects
on which miraculously
the revelations
regularly appear

whenever we meet
we talk in the lingo
of wind and water
we walk hand in hand
along the bank of
our favorite river,
that none would find
in time and space

we love dancing around
the fire we create for ourselves
she turns a singer
only when the urge
fully overpowers her.
we know no anger,
we embrace
the winds of change
like it's a long lost brother

I am her song with
the words she perfects,
meaning I make sure
goes beyond and hit
the center
in our town there isn't
any pair like us,but we've
never thought that way
even once
we aspire, never despair
we are children of nature
cosmic love bug is our signature.
..    
                    I                                Li
                 ke                                Li
                 ste                                ni
         ng   To                       Music
      In A Vo                  lume So Hi
    gh
That I                  Can't Hear  
     My Own                      Thoughts.
                              ­                              

Or so I think...
"I like listening to music in a volume so high that I can't hear my own thoughts. Or so I think."
.
My attempt at concrete poetry.

My thoughts scare me sometimes.
have you forgotten me
or lost the path here?
i wait for you
all day, every day
but you do not appear.
A year passed by and now, all I know are your words,
the beautiful sound of your laughter and all
your other little habits that make me smile.
All I know are things like your smile, your voice and
for some twisted reason, along with your voice, there's another one,
and this one wont stop laughing and it keeps whispering into my ears,
"You're too late."

Guess I was too overconfident,
I'd thought you'd stay forever.
I was too scared to accept the truth.
I never knew that you leaving would hurt me so much.
Now, you're right there, but you're too far away.
I can't reach you now. I wont be able to. And I'm too
disgusted with myself to even try to reach you.

And for some twisted reason, I agree with that voice in my head,
the one that was laughing and whispering into my ears,
I am, indeed, too late.
Well, just realized what heartache feels like.

I hope you're happy with her. You deserve the happiness. And I'll just like you from over here, silently. 'Cause in that silence, no one can say anything to me. And in that silence, you can be mine and you'd be able to stay for all the time in the world.
Two were suffocated
One stabbed
Four drowned
Three broken neck.
A massive shock for her,
articulated.

10 were over
None are forgotten,
7 irrelevant
but 3 where all 3.

She was asked to
portray all these
in a pie chart.

While he was eating
a blueberry pie.
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