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Endless years
Eons
When does it end?
Will it ever?
I have seen empires rise and fall
I have seen lovers meet and break apart
I have seen the life bleed out of so many
Too many
But never myself
I have lived so long
Under so many names
I no longer know who I am

h.f.m.
I HAVE BEEN
pain
sinner
hater
villain
coward
deficit
betrayer
destroyer
­liar
void
depression
hollow

I AM
sister
daughter
child
peacekeeper
investigator
dreamer
seeker
­explorer
comforter
maker
storyteller
poet

h.f.m.
Bamboo groves sing the symphony of winds
in their crackling I hear my heart
on the red lone summer road.

The village woman passes with her cow
she has no time for poetry
yet her radiance fills me to beg life
more..

O Death be a while away
I've taken root on this land.
On the village road, May 11 2018 2 pm
 May 2018 Kanak Kashyup
Traveler
If you could feel
Certain thing I've done
The rush in my desires...
I assure you most
Would cut and run
From the lake
That burns like fire

Dancing to a primal beat
Where life is trampled
Under feet
To feed the furnace
Of evermore
No time for love
Or even war

If you could see
Through shell shocked eyes
You'd know just why
I live a lie
...
Traveler Tim
i feel
s t r e t c h e d
thin,
a thread
u n r a v e l e d
slowly.

i cannot
b r e a t h e
here.

s a v e  m e
please.

h.f.m.
All different, but all the same
Same voice, different name
Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn't it?

h.f.m.
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