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 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Edmund black
Searching the whole wide web for my Queen.
           A 100 likesd

A 100 winks
                  
             A 100 waves

                     A 100 hearts

                          A 100 poked


                                A 100 Tweets


                                          A 100 comments


                                                     A 100 Smiles


Have me wonder if my future Queen somewhere deep in my inbox still left unread.
Sometimes what we’re looking for could be right on front of our face and don’t even know it .
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Edmund black
Empty mind empty heart
Got me searching for empty love
In my empty world . Overwhelmed by emptiness, by my lonesome. Oh mind how empty are we in this empty world with our empty heart.
Heartbroken , losing my mind.
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Edmund black
Today I’m
  Myself
Because life
  Chooses
      me
      To
    Be me
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Annie
Angel
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Annie
Once upon a time,
You called me an angel.

So for once,
I'll try flying up high,
Soaring into the wind.
Secretly hoping I'll fall forever instead.
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Annie
Untitled
what is a poet
but a stymied wind
stamping the same soil
seen through polished lens

firing the bugle sound
to reach across some
distant mountain pass
not echo the same

ignite fire
stand strong
find north
refresh

for old paths yield
grey packages
more stale
subterfuge

but honed
solidity is found
in structures
built sound

a new song of old notes
rearranged to yield
perspective
deep
at times we all need to see what is to be kept and what will be discarded, to reinvent ourselves, our lives, whilst retaining solid ground
 Sep 2018 Semicolon
Maya
how to have a good
haiku: make sure you do not
run out of sylla-


****.
Man
Man is strange,
He lives as if he is never going to die,
He dies as if he has never lived.
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