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To be born, is to emerge as a soul within a verse existing through eyes, ears, nose, and feelers. Persistent as the bindweed thriving in a blind spot and the rat-fleas riding around in the cellar. All life contains this soul, it’s in; the drumming and the drift, the way one shifts to their feet when battling the throes, and the persistence of plague, which encodes each cell with a rhythm and a role. To drown in a river is to **** that portion of the river’s soul, as there is no way; no lungs, no mouth to resuscitate waters that can no longer flow. The soul needs a body to show; the body needs a soul to breathe out to be re-born, is to re-exist in recurse of a soul already given, that is, unless, the soul has already been driven out. S.L. Weisend- 2014
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Symbiotic Flux
Only my heart could tell What my face could not express Though,I smile as if at ease But only my heart could tell That truly I miss you so often Often As my heart beats, It plays a blues encodes With passion Its rhymes you could hear And slowly dance together with my heart Although, The lip expresses a happy face But deep down my heart I'm hanging.. Its like suicide.... Yet,I'm not dead... This distance is becoming unbearable, To see you becomes my dream As long as my eyes re shut And my fantasizes Even when they re widely apart I tell you again, Only my heart can express this feeling, The feelings the face can not tell The light of my Hope seems burning out My faith diminishing... But with Love I believe Its liquids will regenerate it That long lost hope... Will burn again Ravishing us and tighting our bonds And together I believe we will walk through this Because, All will share is true Love And true love,I believe Live happily ever after.....
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
Heartfelt
So the Datamaster encodes the Fray And tried to submit those Terms with you Two What once his Morphing Body by Sons decay Threw the Keys to Salt the Sugar in you So why do you think I try to avoid That Swollen Army grossed to Petition And signed, perkept, smiles the Avenging Void Then pins it neatly in Recognition You're not alone, Madam, for it to Stop Which I too want to end this Currency Tell him now! His Black Shy Trumpet a-top Will finally hand this Insolvency. I try to avoid it; You know I do I only just wish you do your Part too.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - SEVENTY-TWO - TOM DALEY
Whilst licking the salt from the niche betwixt thumb and index my eyes tilt into your mutually skewed gaze Your tongue grazes your fleshy recess in unison. Escapade gleaned From occipital across somatic plane Wanton brow flourish signs antic invitation Insistence consortia encodes in labyrinthine circling hips Rushing urgency surges in acknowledged wake
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
Salted Gaze
*Night falls through a brooding glass Owls carries the fear of the day through an eerie sight Moon shines on and consoles the forgotten souls A Wolf howls from a Fearful hill The night takes its form and structure Ends and a new day begins* *A child is born and cries, he begins to die as each day fades Setting sun fades into*  COSMIC DEPTHS  *to rise again Sky turns from grey to silver, then black, then silver again DNA encodes within a man to start another clone of his Father Heart beats over and over again Yet the heart gets the smallest amount of blood All these Ends and a new life begins* *Birds tweet away the night's sorrow at dawn Rain cascades and falls on Earth's landscape, as it romances the air and kiss the window pane Families on sundays visit St Patrick's Cathedral and pray to God As they did four years ago and still do concurrently Women go naked to feed their damaged ego The little children watch them on TV and go with the pace Evil Fathers behind close doors Romance their little daughters And shut their mouth by threatening them with the knife While Mothers pray and intercedes for the world on bended knees While the moon hides and shy away from earth's darkness While no*  STARS GUIDE AN EVIL NIGHT All these too ends and begins in a never ending stream of continuity as long as we have breath ENDS AND BEGINS EVNA-LUNA© 2016 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
"ENDS~•AND~•BEGINŠ"
Green grass decoding shapes of flowers it seems there's only sakura in the parcel of time a gardener encodes time into petals and gives them to trees a planter planting grains of words and fragrance of dew into the fleeting sand of time.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Planter of poetry