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submerged in a life with no todays
a submarine dive in dank water
a muck and a murk that can’t be shaken
awakening to a déjà vu
unviewed in an era or two or ten or when or
then but not now and never next
electrical fences building themselves
unyielding as we scale
flailingly failingly toward
a date and time and place indeterminable
subliminal signposts spray-painted by
anarchists railing against awareness
obscuring and obfuscating
translating into languages undocumented
concocted from alien metals and foreign shrieks
weaknesses in the armor show like
rusting bruises on the intangible
cruising through an imaginable maze
while memory like a rabid wolf bays
submerged in a life with no todays
themotionless May 2014
Will
the magic,
the tenderness,
the caring
still be there
when next
we meet again?

Has
too much
damage
been done
to this heart
of mine
to let me love
freely--
as in the past?

I think
this time
I will
venture
slowly
into this
relationship
called Love.
I will
remain alert
and wary
for any signs
of wear--
and if in fact
I find
that my heart
cannot be
repaired
then
I will
transplant
myself
into a state
of unviewed
emotions
and vow
to never again
fall for this
journey
we call Love.
I wish we could speak to each other. Lord knows that ain't happening.
Khoisan Oct 2022
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502 sacked & hacked
Lexie Jun 2015
before the golden un-woken dawn
I stand measureless in time
the days unknown mysteries
in strands start to form
the un-dried dew in the grass rises
to create tendrils of life
the birds unanswered cry
sings forth into light
the uncapped ocean tides
reach for the mornings promise
in all the unviewed beauty
nothing is ever lost
in this undefiled moment
it doesn't come with a cost
Qualyxian Quest May 2019
the terrifying power of chosen silence
more dreadful than visible violence

who can fathom?
what does it mean?

does She care?
are things not as they seem?

still United, but hidden too
Unknown, Unheard, Unfelt, Unviewed

when we enter, will we emerge?
to speak with us, does He have the urge?

She hides Her face, her voice as well
Is this Heaven? Is this Hell?

                       Eternity
                Only time will tell

— The End —