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Your words are pebbles
That disrupt the sleeping seas
In the depth of my soul
Causing tidal waves I can
Only drown in
The power of the tongue
in walking through the corridors of earth & space & time
i felt myself a mendicant of everybody's mind
a step away from decency my feet began to ache
was humanly impossible for me find escape
to pave a path then take it back is not the way it works
i hollowed out a trail of holes - mortality, it lurks
so if you see a skeleton or something of the like
the shell i am will one day be a different kind of sight
[ikˈsplisit]
adj: stated clearly and in detail, leaving no room for confusion or doubt
i'd like to tell you something i have never said before
if you are here then listen, i won't say it anymore:

i've grown to see a life through two profoundly different eyes
reality in synch with both beneath the cloudy skies
i've realized the origin of each world that i've seen
and i have put my feet upon the space that's in-between
but i can only stay in here until there's nothing left
until the ground i'm standing on is thoroughly bereft
and whether it is light or dark, my limbs will have to move
with everything inside of me, there's nothing left to prove
from a position of weakness
A cup or two of everything
I've tasted in this life
Has turned into a recipe
I use to make it right
And if you haven't eaten yet
I'll break the bread with you
A daily reassurance
there is something you can do
For if you keep pursuing,
keep a habit such as this
Eventually the mishaps
won't affect the rest of it
The labor I have entered
I will surely leave behind
And hope that someone else
will then continue in their time
their house always smells of freshly baked bread
I came to see the casket
An open heavy thing
And what I saw inside was
Decomposition's hymn

A song without a spirit
That never should have died
Remember when you killed it
Remember how you cried


The reoccurring nightmare
That shook you from your sleep
Had made its way outside of
The consciousness you'd keep

The ceremony's over
And now I must confess
My person is the coffin
The coffin is my chest
Begin at the beginning
in a time where you and I
Were something like a mirror
for the people in the sky
And even when the rain would fall,
reflections didn't change
The thought of something different
would've simply sounded strange
I wondered if your voice could lose
its harmony or hide
The moment I considered this
I felt myself divide
I couldn't hear another word
you'd ever speak again
No not in its entirety,
the way that it was meant
So how do I explain the things
I hear you say instead
Without the threat of adding on
or tearing off a shred
Put bandages around the wounds
we've given to ourselves
Begin at the beginning
only this time, somewhere else
title taken from Kye Kye's, "Reach"
 Apr 2014 Marie-Niege
Lyteweaver
Like a spider on *******
I weave dysfunction
in   a      haphazard    way
My web has huge              gaping                         holes
It continues to u
                         n
                      r
                         a
                      v
                        e
                      l
                       
Stops short of beautiful
I begin one segment
then d
         r
         o
         p it to start piecing together another
My web lacks intricate details
that would make it magnificant to others
My web cannot function naturally
the way instinct intended
The holes in my web
cause opportunities to fly right by and through
leaving me hungry, confused and reliant on you
This web is a silky mess
So I'll just leave it be
to end up
on someone's eyelash
as they acquiesce.
Like a spider on *******
I         weave    dysfunction
        in  a     hap-haz-ard      
                                                                ­    way.
 Apr 2014 Marie-Niege
JM
Down
 Apr 2014 Marie-Niege
JM
Dead of night, warm breeze
Mother Nature's sweet reprieve
Time drips like honey
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