#cure
Anger against rage
Rage against doubts
Doubts against ignorance
Ignorance is combined with impotence
Impotence
That of the soul
That of the heart
That of the body
And especially that of speech
The words are spinning in my head
Those of misunderstanding
Word and words have so much power
They hurt
They touch
They tear the body, soul and heart
They are weapons
Poisons
They influence emotions
Death and death to these words
But also dead in silence
Because I have no more words
Nothing more to say
Nothing more to think about
My words are dead and the silence of the world is my redemption
Silence reaches me and strikes me with its ignorance
Ignorance kills
Tell me then
Talk to me then
No need to repress
Find your Words
Find yourself
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
Interesting how nature made things… isn’t it?
How snake venom
becomes the cure for its own sting.
How the dock plant
grows beside the nettle’s burn.
How poisonous berries
turn into medicine for the sick.
How the fallen creatures
Feed the earth they left behind
How our problems.......................................think,
Cure might be within you or near you
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
Sento il respiro denso,
Avido cerca aria.
Sento i Pensieri
Frenetici e convulsi,
Eccitare il mio ansito
Sento la mente fluttuare,
Dispoticamente velocizza
I miei fragili pensieri,
Quali come delicato vetro,
Cadono,
Frantumandosi,
Sento la luce
cercare spazio tra l’oscurità,
Raccoglie con ponderazione,
I cocci frantumati
del mio essere.
Sento il mio io egemone,
Concedermi la forza,
Frantumare con calma,
la mia malattia,
Riattare la mia essenza,
di essere Umana.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
Nostalgia’s not for me,
The present
is where I long to be.
But when Robert sings,
the past takes wing,
And memories bloom
Like lipstick
they cling.
A tear may gather,
though boys don't cry,
His voice, just like a dream,
drifts through the sky.
Each note,
a thread, weaving time and space,
Binding my heart
to a fleeting embrace.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 5:09 AM UTC
Love is a pain!
End of the day
found the cure
that too was love!
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 1:20 PM UTC
Bones decayed
Muscle & skin flayed
Near decade long agony endured
Endless wait for no remedy procured
Persons laugh and gibe
Hellions unable to repent or apologize
Lovers leave or never give a chance
"Meeting you was an unfortunate circumstance"
21 years of life lived
Nothing but difficult and destructive
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
As a child I was told to take shelter in a storm.
"Wait for danger to pass, where it's safe and it's warm."
Was the plea sent down wet steps and the outmatched door
To chase my staccato strides.
I'd lose it, if I could help it,
In puddle waves and wind-whipped tides
Over rocky shores and steep divides
Then stroll down the lane with thunderstorms n' hurricanes.
While the sky cracked with tension and the red oaks strained,
I never felt small nor ever afraid,
Of the forceful rumbles their limbs obeyed,
I felt alive n' emboldened by every squall
Raised higher and higher by the climatic cure-all
Until I could meet it face to face n' eye to eye
And hold its gaze, as though it were mine,
Until the blackened-beaten town and the next day's fight
Seemed bold but inviting, a blinding light.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
~
If Only Tonight We Could Sleep...
I'm as Scared As You
Hidden in The Upstairs Room
One Hundred Years
And A Thousand Hours
From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea
Please sing me a Lullaby
One of Faith and Doubt
Or of How Beautiful You Are
Dream with me One More Time
Underneath the Stars
On A Night Like This
Far removed from The Empty World
Maybe Someday
We'll be free To Wish Impossible Things
Like Dressing Up in our finest and dancing
Where the Birds Always Sing
Or picking Bloodflowers
On The Last Day of Summer
It would be Just Like Heaven...
~
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
Let scarlet feathers go
as love does exiled too
One hundred leagues
One hundred Roman feet
One hundred prosody
For Augustus' dreams
condemns me treacherously
and I cannot breathe
Each gasp for life is death
Each death a new stanza
Let scarlet feathers go
as love does in exile, too
across white cloudy fields
beneath the asphalt sea
Let scarlet feathers go free
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
I see a candle
Losing its flame
Losing strength
With every drop
Of the pouring rain
Others see it and pity its demise
While others murmur
Judging what it did so wrong
No one will ever understand your problems
Because no one will ever be you
I wish I could solve your problems
But who am I,
To cure you
But when the waves come against you
Don’t falter
Because you’re more resilient
Than you’ll ever know
I’m looking for comfort
In all the wrong places
I’m searching for comfort
In all the wrong times
I try to find my happiness
To patch this hole in my chest
Never mind the cost of time
...
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. When we are together, I can't tell if you're even there; I reach out for your hand, but you pull away.
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. My eyes begin to water then I hear you say. "Ty, be a man and put away those tears. Or are you still a boy, even after all of these years?"
No amount of wisdom could have made me prepared... to wake up in the morning and realise that you weren't here. You said that we'll be together forever, so did forever end yesterday? Does the end of forever, begin an eternity of pain?
You don't even love me, o you don't even care. Yet I'm still wishing that you were here; you're the cause and cure of my heartache.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
While world hovers
between
uncertainty and hope
Distancing is the new Cure
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Sunday night
fever dreams grip
as Monday sneaks its sickness in,
The working week, an ague
of shivered sweats and broken thought
without the salve of your talk,
your medicinal tongue
Longer days hide Friday night
and recovery
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
The symptoms of pcos are endless,
It causes many issues for the ovaries,
There's no cure for this but there need to be one,
It makes it harder for her to get pregnant,
It makes it harder for her Emotionally,
It makes it harder for her Mentally.
God has the last say in all of this,
Don't worry for those who suffer from this,
I know it's painful and draining,
Don't give up on having children,
It may be difficult but it's not impossible,
Never knew much about this,
But wanted to speak about it.
Many women are battling with this,
It can be easy but in due it will get easier,
Hang in there and keep the faith,
God has the last say not the doctors,
Anything is possible through the grace of God,
Miracles happen everyday.
The anxiety and depression can get the best of you,
Hold on to your faith,
Stay prayed up,
The symptoms will have you Emotional,
But there's nothing you can,
This is a test so just keep fighting,
God will see this through.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
You're my malady
You're my cure
When you cause me pain,
I wait
I know you'll find a way
To make me smile again.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
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reel rush electric thru bloods furious vein
flush nerve flow once stung to phallics blackened bee hive
now sweet suckle to babes lips honey comb
tickle throne to snakes hiss kiss at queens heat
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
Love is a cure
Still don't overdose
Fatal it is
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
The world has turned
upside down,
distancing - is the new norm,
We are not supposed
to shake hands - anymore
The Paranoia has the world
In its claws,
Survivors are quarantining - at home,
and fear is running
through our veins
but we don't really need
millions of vaccines
that I am Sure
if we could just
have "A Contagious Cure"
that we pass it on
like a Virus...
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
As I listen to music
My heart begins to steady
Patience begins to run thick
The stress isn’t as heavy
Starting to think of her
The girl of my dreams
For she is the cure
For life’s negative beams
I wish I could talk to her
In this very moment
My eyes are filling with tears
I would give every cent
To fall in love with her
All over again
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
You drink
You drive
And ruthlessly try
To have a good time
Down slicken oil streets
Pavement like a pistol
To my temple, meets
The cure to my cancer
And the answer
To my every problem
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
as its culture creates on demand
belief is the condition
the cure keeps looking for
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
You are disconnected
and the cure for that is
to fill yourself up with loss as love
and not wait on an experience to make it happen
or others to fill you in
only you can make you happy
by your own will and desire
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
Call me a medicine man,
and yeah, I'll be there for you sure,
dedicated to you only,
to help the one without a cure.
Once I step inside your heart
you'll begin to doze off,
and those shaky hands will be soothed
while letting your head rock to and fro; can't be helped.
You'd be my tiny little sleepyhead
holding that little dose in your palm
and you'll soon wander off
deep into the neverland of your own version,
forgetful of human senses:
the striking smell, the taste to savour,
the sound the music that is ever whimsical,
the bright light and the dim dark.
And I reckon you already like it
all surrounded by the forgetfulness
—the numbing sensations nullifying your will to rise,
and the pleasure finds shelter within you.
Then in your dream
you start to want me more,
not knowing the impending consequences
of forgetting all about yourself,
of drowning
further into the river
that we all call the sorrow,
and of falling faster and farther
until you know nowhere to return.
I call out "Wakey-wakey," then,
prying open your eyes and every doors
that'll lead you outside with haste
—the light shines upon your pupils
still drowned in tears,
bewildered, with your legs wobbling.
Yet you're no longer my sleepyhead anyway,
so walk on, off with you,
carry on with your stiff legs
—though you pretty much look like
you'll need a stick just to stand upright -
and do come see me
if you ever need me again.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC