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Nov 2014
Poetry that pulls ...
Me to the soils of the earth
Awakening my soul
Giving life, giving birth

Poetry you feel...
I can't see it, but it's real
An invisible emotional force
Raw and filled with discourse

A core of deadly silence
That holds..
Holds forever..
To my heartstrings
To my violence

Forced to observe ..
Never to surrender..

The center of the poet's being
Filled with fire, magma, depth and gleam
A depth that no other force can deter
It grips, aches, symbolizes ...stirs

We know it is there
We know it is true
The core inside the core
Is the core inside of you

Poetry that holds vast ...
Shapes our futures, shapes our pasts ...
This is the strength of verse
To engage, to immerse

In such a way that reality crumbles...
Thus it keeps us rare, keeps us humble

Providing sanity...

                                        ..truth?

This is the prevailing darkness, the revelations, the reproof.

Pull me to myself. Keep me close to my identity.

Don't    let     me    slip    away . . . . . .
Volta147
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Volta147  South Africa, Gauteng
(South Africa, Gauteng)   
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