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me talking to my family about social issues

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I'm shoveling food in my mouth just to keep it stuffed. The front door ajar, God's tears fall, it clicks to seal shut. An unfettered rooster - unruly, but yours truly - ready to be snuffed And like a snuff, charred and burnt dead, crack open the skull, it's in his head And it's in his head that we're born dead And again, and again he abides by this in his head: Born a sinner, yet taught to commune at dinner To pray by day and expel words to say And day by day by day We forget the things we need to say. Till we collapse to our knees and part by seas while the world makes a spin around This way, or that way, which way is the right way? We forget the things we need to say. And day by day by day To pray by day and expel words to say Born a sinner, yet taught to commune at dinner And again, and again he abides by this in his head: And it's in his head that we're born dead Crack open the skull, it's in his head

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Maggots

Maggots pouring into my head

Scavenging debris along the walls

A cup of sewage to the brim,

Ready to spill in a whim

Ripping out of my skin to breathe,

Oxygen often brings my lungs to seethe

but broken hearts sluggishly carry on

and broken records skip on melancholic thoughts

I rock on graves

Depression comes in waves

I don’t know how to feel humane

But humanity preaches to feel the same.

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London based Studio Ayaskan were inspired by the art of origami for ‘Growth’ a pot design that grows alongside your plant, accommodating more soil, water and expanding roots as it unfolds. 

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Please Open

I can tell when you close yourself off from me

I come against a locked door

If I were to peep in the keyhole

I find that you have blackholes for eyes

And when I press my body to the door,

I cannot break through to the other side.

If only you knew how to be vulnerable:

Show me your skin

Your heart

Your mind

When you find your emotions to be personal.

I won’t wear you as a jacket,

Beat irregularly at your drum,

Or mutate the way you see things

I won’t break your walls down,

Because I want you to open up to me.

I need to know if you would cry to me,

Tell me the truth,

And ever fall for someone like me.

I wait every lonely night

And howl for you

I watch the moon chase the morning sun

And every once in a while

when you feel at ease to crack open the door,

I see light and the full color spectrum in your eyes

Which I vow to wait till you let me in.

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From Sun to Moon

From sun to moon

From east to west

The sun will rise

and it will set

Life needs rest, must death confess

of lost loves and broken egos

May the moon catch the sun’s blaze

to boast amidst the stars gaze

And the cosmos will shake

to your present wake

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I Only Wish I Could

If I could, I would pick the stars like flowers for someone like you - perfectly imperfect - who is perfect to me.

If I could walk on water, I would grab your hand and prop you on my feet so we could dance together on the big blue sea.

If I could create with my own two hands, I would build you a palace that would reach the clouds, just so you would know what you mean to me.

If I could make you smile all day, I would surrender my pain and let all my worries wash away.

To show you my love like I know I should, I only wish I could.

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Carpentry

Would there be justice if criminals were in charge of the law?

Where an astronaut could defy gravity, he cannot defy biology

For a man born with a green thumb would not butcher his own talent

As The Son prayed with hands of carpentry and creation

And every working day I try to answer the question:

would pen and paper ever harden my hands?

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Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Wake up. But I’m still dreaming.

Posterior to closed doors

Involuntarily breathing

Blind to my own malice.

Voluntary action

But on contrary belief,

Primal feelings dwell in the surface

And in reality, I have no choice

Where freewill lies

And bureaucracy exists.

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Barefoot Sole

Flat feet led by curled toes

No arch for support.

Walking in a pair of shoes

Leaves no footprints.

Stepping on tippy toes,

Achilles in stilettos.

The heel makes no cadence

When it is bare of shoes.

When I wear a pair of shoes - a single pair,

I wear them down to the sole.  

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I Feel New

Childish confidence broken by Love’s first heartbreak

Reborn spirit in need of divine guidance

Startled reflex rooted to Life’s renewed promise

Naive admiration for work unfinished

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Uneasy Thoughts

Words, phrases, meaning … Amnesia.

Conscious, not, dreary …Dreaming?

Up, down, stoic … merry go round.

Whoa, bro, though … so?

Caught in flight, snatched in air

I just want to go to the fair

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I Know Myself

Strife for innocence

Shots of Absinthe

Calming the rain

The Self to reclaim

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