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me talking to my family about social issues
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
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.
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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