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"unassumed" poems
We shut our minds from the reality of that which there is, then we delve deep into unassumed perceptions, not without thought but with utmost self denial. The truth becomes art painted by our very hands, which more often than not is the abstract we do not comprehend, but yet smile in appreciation of. Not to be considered foolish, we succumb to this.... pleasurable nonsense of being one like all. I look at us and I smile because I see that We are frail, we are weak, we are foolish, we are human.
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
We.
You need me but I don't need you In this old and dusty room Cold, quiet, overblown and unassumed My old lovers heart whispers to her open wounds Hazy and angry in late summer afternoon Hot, heavy, weak, few Lost your true love, 'only to succumb to hate and fear All I loved about you 'now only exists in a faded photo, 'My Dear
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
My Dear
scrolled shavings feather light take flight captured on breeze in graceful fall. skinned by deft hand working the blade whittling dormant shapes made awake with each stroke of sharp edge upon wood. I'd watch his rough hands move with an unassumed dexterity and gentleness born from experience of one gifted in perceiving the form hidden from all eyes but his. This time bringing to life a song thrush resting on a rock.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
Whittling
My mentality focuses on the time Unassumed the undefined Leave behind the unconscious mind Therefore malevolent For when compassion comes around Don't feel solicitude
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Monster
*The winds of change are coming Feel it in your bones Summers blistering heat Says goodbye Welcome in autumn's chill The heart that felt cold Even with summers blazing heat Now becomes warm Upon the autumn breeze The book that's been worn So many times re-read Pages of past fall out Blown away by the autumn wind The unassumed campfire Now becomes the pasts Celebrated funeral pyre Acrid smoke changes To the sweet scent of freedom As the past burns The heart is warmed the soul set free Upon this autumn's Winds of change*
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Wind of Change