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As what I am keeps wearing away rubbing my face in muddy times counting days and waiting for the grain to grow, and grow, first the blade, then the ear, then the harvest and the joy of measured life. As harmony in the heavens sings judgement. How long ago did all the noble knowledge cease being useful for reaping and sowing? Egypt's rich, black land, pre Aswan damming, got flooded each summer,  shortly after solstice,  you know, Sol stands still, seemingly, triggering rain in the high Ethiopian plain at Nile's head as the Dog Star appears in the dawning all a man could ask was heard, all a man could pray for came, all a man could think or ask… balanced in the stars. Old shames, you remember, you feel embarrassed to remember, the tie, the tug toward regret remembered too late to heal the rift/ the couple split, because the couple split. That's as reasonable as it gets, remembered too late to ask pardon, too late to pay the debt, pain for pain, for pain has multiplied today, my enemy died, my conquest, my contest, my pride, again, I remember, not you, old shame, another, I owed a debt of gratitude, at least, she did not **** me, she just hated me until she died. Stanzas, orderly arrangements, first thoughts first, lasting just as long, as verses, as if they both name thoughts informed as ideas, conforming the shape of things to come, thoughts let live by letters, as sacred values used in exchange, this for that, you think.
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
Each day's worth spent
Calm, and solid, never a riot Heavy like a weight on a string Muscles slow and mind quiet All this a little pill can bring Soft and slow like a winter storm Freezing over a mind and body Altering the natural form Changing for better or worse That is unknown Whether it be a blessing or curse No matter at all ‘cause emotions are alone Stranded, but free Heavy weighted body, what a cure Walking through water, maybe Sweet, blissful relaxation for sure
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Medicine
It's never been "just" poetry. Its self expression. It's art. It's comfort. Writing my feelings, Putting it into words Detailing life's milestones, Time's I've felt My life was essentially, drained Emptier than the most empty well in the Sahara But also the Times my life was full And overflowing with joy When my heart Expanded with love And inevitably exploded Into heartbreak you were here  to pick up The pieces. Without you, My mind would Slowly begin to Unravel, Become bogged down With poisonous thoughts, And Self defeating prophecies... This is why I write
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Released
Honesty is draining and i'm mean real heartbreaking truth the stuff your afraid to admit the things that scare you to your core. That's the honesty i'm talking about. When we admit things were afraid to say, the things we've held onto for so long we become released from ourselves
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Released
He calls himself a runaway, A bandit, a thief, a liar, But I have seen a sacred place Trapped inside of him, And he is just as human As he claims not to be. He wanders the backroads at twilight, Whistling, wondering, waiting, Watching for a double rainbow; He’s seen six, and is living for the seventh, “Another sin,” he’ll say, And maybe he’ll never find it, Or perhaps he’ll be released, somehow.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Another Sin
In the coffin bear You will find it there If you want to know All the secrets it will hold All the sorrow and the strife Will all end in the passing of life Take a look at the empty shell It's been released from it's cell
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
The Coffin
On this day The world can see clearly The lies That we knew Were told And sold To the people On this day The photographs Tell deeper truths As bereaved mothers Hold pictures of their departed sons On this day The self righteous leader Is named by one as The worst terrorist of all On this day The people Are at a loss To know Whom to trust On this day Although my heart sinks low And I grieve At all loss I will try to believe That we can change
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
On this day
My ears bleed This ******* noise Eardrums bursting While I beg For Silence It creeps and crawls Each wave crashing Against my last nerve Pushed over the edge Diving head first Into oblivion.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Noise
______ stop. *don't give in, don't let them, make your worst dreams, come out,* shout, *as loud as you want. as loud as you need. but make sure you,* stop. before the demands on the inside get released,
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
stop
Unleashed She is finally freed from her cage Her flight feathers grew back Her wingspan impressive like the dawn of a new day Flighted, and ready She takes to the sky An eruption of beauty Never to be seen again.
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
Flighted
She Sat with her bank statements and other bills mass of paper and debt too easy spending using credit cards realising after several years of denial pressure from debt recovery firms increased just wanting to be realised! Eviction from her home was almost certain yet still had the urge to spend from a young age she never went without brought up n a material way never knowing hardship so grew to expect with money came respect! But those days went when her father died and mother had a breakdown committed to an institution and remained leaving a young woman totally unprepared for a harsh actuality she to struggling with sanity! Never making friends and the only child the family home a trap yet containing many happy memories deepening the melancholy beside her containers of different pills some laying on the bills! The doctor did not seem to understand said take the medication for a few weeks and return just a phase was his not so wise words leaving with her a dilemma unanswered her desperation not heard! In a daze took the tablets lonely confused going onto a deep sleep the mobile rang loudly it seemed distant as her worries began to fade it became bright and there was her dad to be with him again so glad! Debt would not bother her any more! The Foureyed Poet.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Debt!