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 Feb 2016 Pia
South by Southwest
The sadness
     was a completion
            a satisfying thing

The emptiness
     was all embracing
            and held me tight

And in nothing
     I found all

When finally you've
     Lost everything

You've got everything to gain


And when I awoke to my morning
The sun was setting on all my pain
 Feb 2016 Pia
bones
Stories...
 Feb 2016 Pia
bones
Falling leaves hurry to gather
at one worn headstone after another
like a funeral party uncertain where
lies the lost loved one it grieves;;

Time and wind tug on the memory
left in this absent minded cemetery
no one comes visit but weather and me
and the dead lying under the trees

have stories nobody can read.
 Feb 2016 Pia
Cold-Bones
You're all I hoped.
           But tergiversate gave me this
rope.
 Feb 2016 Pia
Cold-Bones
Everything has become so  irrelevant.
I'm searching for an explanation but it doesn't add up. Nothing does.
  I stay Comprehensive but nothing suffices.  Its a case of reversionist logic.
     A impending cycle with no absolute meaning. Fog seems to cloud my judgement so my conscious doesn't comply.
Loathed anti prescription swallowed daily, while the white walls and blue ocean make it's scenery.
The voices try to compromise,  but it's a debate that holds an never ending rebuttal.
Always forced into the unknown.
  But a understanding of me, my voice, my demeanor, and my place in this bounden life circle is lost. So you must believe that no one will understand me.
  I consider my self a ancient relic.
I'm one of a kind but not rare.
Cause once someone sees something extraordinary over time, it looses it's taste and someone becomes tired of seeing the same thing over time..
logic at it's finest.
We all soul
search to fill life's embrace of these mixed emotions.
To experience what keeps my sanity afloat. 
 My vices keep me intent.
In a way of keeping my head up and realize what power Im withholding that makes me immune to unknown circumstances.
But the path to the void is too simple.
My courage consumes and corrupts my will of giving up.
But yet again,  it all seems irrelevant. Maybe your point of view on these lines I speak is a clear one. But then again maybe manipulative resources blind you. Or do you see my point?
In this peice I insinuate how no one will ever understand your pain or your struggle.
 Feb 2016 Pia
PrttyBrd
Your presence is tangible
Across the vast expanse
Yet, I hear not your voice
I feel not your longing
Mine, is the only heart I hear
Alone, for the first time in eternity
Alone, wrapped in your essence
Just a whisper of warmth
A choice all your own
To be alone
A choice that you have forgotten
Includes me
For we flow throughout each other
Still, here we are
I feel you trying not to feel me
And I close my eyes
Praying death over a life that begins here
And ends without you
'tis not a choice could I make
'tis not a life...alone
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I adore you
 Feb 2016 Pia
Butch Decatoria
Un-parch and part our seas
of need
              " Be True  "

All kisses kismet
For your being
In my motives, complex

And your presence resolute
Is like Moses to mountains absolute
Defiant to pharoahs fleeing as they wail and wretch

       Dry reticent's / fake to make
Gilding what they deem
In themselves as golden truths
A society unseen with no relief or boon  
like swarms they only teem
with beauty in masquerades,
still sly as any thief like

A house of cards
All ready for the fall
Weak in their deceits... Replete
Of teeth
and walls


Build me instead no regret
No slaves / compelled or bade
But choice made resolve / tentade*
In devotion's open season  

Not entombed / embalmed / awe of death
Rather a heart in spades, life with breadth  
No commandments made  barricade

But our names reclaimed instead

No fear of dark neverwas yet
Alive even unto death.

For we are freedom
We are loved  

A nest, a hut, a cave
A tower, skyscraper / a home
Our kiss in the shade

A Genesis

Resurrection roads
The Universe / all oceans of O
Lovingly we will wade

Again and again
inhale
sweet life's rhapsodies
and the rose...
again and again / our song
at the up-most

Understanding without anger or books
Conceding and agreeing
It is all good

This is us
And now in hush
Eyes beyond sight must

Open / See : the Empathy
questions keeping note
asking not acquiescently
In who's company?

Why,  by Love's infinite dynasty
Now know

No one is lost when already home  
Love is much stronger
Is further thrown
Than any tablet made of Stone.

                   " Be true "

And in this moment
Awaken
              Absolute  
Now go
Always not almost

                  " I love you so ..."
Tentade - Swedish pronoun, or my slang version of tentamount
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