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Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
I try to express myself with my words
I try to put my thoughts into my words
I try to inspire with my words
I try to help with my words
I try to educate with my words
I try to pass along wisdom with my words
I try to solve problems with my words
I try to show different viewpoints with my words
I try to show love with my words
This hate desert was once a place where love reigned
A life shattered was whole ,clean, un-stained  
This skin was once smooth without a single scar
My cloudy life was a clear sky hardly lacking a star
My journey was once an inspiration that stirred faith
It was joy but now feels like death
My future was a place where ripe promise draped
Before my beautiful butterfly escaped
My past,a melancholy history book with tattered pages
Yet magically each page fixed It's crumpled edges
Right before your departure, before my spirit died
Time was a rollercoaster and we were thrilled to ride
Peace was the rising sun casting her rays through the curtains
And your embrace more comforting than mittens
Days were longer while you lingered in my head
But nights brief with your body close by on my bed
We were warm from January all year to december
Hard to believe the joy makes me cry to remember
Looking at those moments we gladly had together
I feel we deserved to flow past rapids and falls to forever
Like the Nile all way to "happily-ever-after" Delta
For an ending, think we probably deserved better
I still strongly doubt it was all but sweet true lies
Only the last hurt me among our many goodbyes
I just want to write

Until there are...

    No words left unwritten,
      No feelings left unhidden,
        No voices left unspoken,
          No hatreds left unforgiven.

Because this is my avenue to express...

          hope and despair,
        happiness and sadness,
       loyalty and betrayal,
      fantasy and mystery,

    And everything in between.
  All in one **poetry
Invisible wounds that are more painful than wounds that bleeds,

Are wounds that slowly kills me to death, unconsciously.
I might seem fine,
I might feel happy.
Yet my inner self is shouting in grief.
A pain where I could no longer locate its origin no matter how I tried because I'm tired.
And the only feeling left I could distinguish was none.

If this wound would cost my life then there's no point of staying.
The road to recovery is quite far from here, I must keep going.
It's a long run, perhaps I should detach myself in reality to suppress pain.
And embrace this cold bandage to somehow soothe the pain.
I wish I could have possible shortcuts towards the other end as I go through.
Because this wound is causing too much of me.
But it's my fault.

I should have avoided that *thing
which now wounded me deeply.
An empty Soul that doesn't bleed
A marble mind that won't wreck
An elastic heart which doesn't break
To fall again, It's what I need

A temper that doesn't fray
Is something for which I pray
Tenacity past the sticks and stones
And an umbrella through the storms

A mind ready for whatever comes
Skills to negotiate past the bends
Stone deaf to rumors by friends
For those are the sunder drums

Eyes blind to indiscretion
A Mouth that will not question
Feet too crippled to walk away
With patience to take it day by day

Amnesia to forget that I am torn
The belief,nothing's cast to stone
Yeah,for me to fall again
I need courage to face and bear pain
So many times I see people, who treat pets as humans,
Then I see people who treat people worse than animals
How is it that we humans can have so much love for animals?
And have so little compassion or love for Humans?
We see cats & dogs of all sizes and shapes
We see people with reptiles, turtles, snakes, lizards
We see people with fish, birds, tarantulas and mice
Yet some of these people are hateful when it comes to work
Some of these people are racist and hate other humans
Yet these people have been bitten by dogs and cats
While people just try to be friends and work with them
I sometimes believe that we need to learn to treat people right
Before looking for a pet…
There would be no way
To determine it's course
Unshackled

Love, be it called
Screaming without a motive
Dripping in tears
Unrivaled in fear

Underfoot lies hate
Decaying in self deprecating
Beauty
A book
So misjudged
By it's cover

Glorious, and oh
So glorious love

To be set upon
By flights of fancy
Gold, lace and all

To be a spectacle
A beacon of the triumph
Of good over evil
Light over dark
Yin over Yang

Yang over Yin?

Silly ponderous mind
Queer that one
Would meander
Outside the box

Do not forget that poetry
Is only here to
Accommodate your
Flair

Perhaps I
Am the box

To think
Of boxes
Perfect little squares
Perfect exhibits
Of a mistrial

To wander
Look away
To see

To think of subjection

To think...
Be free, darlings.
oh dear one
lost across the sea
so unknown to me,
how fair thy little mind
thinketh and playeth thy harp!

no man shall raise a hand to thee!
least ye scorn him,
banishing him
and his brazen knuckles
to the brazen edge of
the whole brazen universe.
shy be he not!
lameth shall he be forever.

but two shovels should be found
and used for to dig unto the ground,
a new grave: doubly wide and doubly deep
for two of the fairest of them all:
the maidens lost to the wilderness,
left to her own devices and thus
self-deprecating her selves
into planetary alignment
with that new planet they just found
that's like 1,000 times bigger than Saturn
and with millions of icy rings.
forever cold shall she be!
forever unknown to me!

bear witness to thy handiwork:
my shoulders, lips, and toenails are all mine;
for a moment they were thine
and in breaking my peace
i thus aireth my whine.
and i'm fine. really, i'm fine.

taketh no liberties with me!
giveth no light,
shareth no warmth!
beseech me no inquiries!
for i have not an answer that makes sense,
nor a limb that works perfectly,
and not a day goes by
that i don't ponder you.

yet
the
moon
pondereth
the
sun
forever
and
ever
and
ever
bu­t
never
the
two
shall
meet.


wandereth, fair maiden,
and i shall wander, too.
but should you face about
my eyes will surely see you.
"a dog in the hunt doesn't stop to scratch its fleas."
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