Mozo Void | Poetry

Tear down minds and build up hearts with poetry. Toronto, Ontario

[mozovoid]

An Unfinished Life

If only I could reach into your rest; I would pull you from that broken graveyard -  A sin that none would ever dare protest.

With love and kindness, you were so possessed, Life breathed back into your body once more. If only I could reach into your rest.

My close love for you was never professed; Yet nearly it did behind those closed doors A sin that none would ever dare protest.

What I would not give to be your behest Come back to us all - through me I implore. If only I could reach into your rest.

Own my soul, it is only second best; I repent my silence for your encore -  A sin that none would ever dare protest.

With the wrath of gods, I would dare protest, The pain of a loss I cannot restore. If only I could reach into your rest; A sin that none would ever dare protest.

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Been a really long time since I posted a photo of myself on here

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Love Lost in the Woodlands

It’s too often that I Sit in the shadow of grief. My heart dips to a pale hue As I mumble a sigh For that pretty doe-eyed thief Who stole this love for two.

In the throes of passion We could catch and hold lightening - Like mortal gods, we did live. I didn’t learn to ration And so I became frightening As I had too much to give.

Too much to bear too soon; Excitement tired out her heart. I tried to fan the flame within To hear her subtle swoon - But I blew away the spark Before the cold would set in.

The sleet spears me from above, The cold aches in empty bones, The silence deafens all cries. There’s no coo of morning doves; Only shadows this grief owns As all hope finally dies.

- Mozo Void | Love Lost in the Woodlands

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Fly

As a child, I dreamed I could fly.

The tender embrace of the wind beneath me, The light bending into a painting as it casts wonder across the horizon, To taste with the tongue of a soul unbound, To revel in the glory of shared glances with strangers newly met.

This dream of mine, born of a child's pure heart, could never have died. Out of love for that innocence, I promised with pride -  For you dear child, oh for you I will ride.

- Mozo Void

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Not a day goes by where I do not yearn for your laugh to fill this cold dark room with its music.

Blood drips from my back as you slowly pull your knife away - the final lie that burried my spirit. There is a darkness that looms around you like a predator. It exists in the pillars that hoist your greatness. It has infected your tongue and absessed in your mind.

There was once I time I looked upon you like an angel. Daily, you rose to challenge the black pitch of night, fighting with grace and beauty... until one day you didn't.

And the next...

And the next...

Once you were an angel but you fell to the deceit of the Devil.

I feel as a lone man in the thickest woodland, the wolf pack closing in, hunger in its voice as the Devil keeps calling my name.

[cacioybebe]

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35mm 2015

[mozovoid]

It cannot be mere coincidence that the Proto-Indo-European word for sun is 'sol'. Phonetically speaking - a term we use to describe our very essence of being; our soul. I find it beautiful to imagine ancient humans describing their spirit as the light within them, illuminating their lives, filling them with warmth and life itself. In this way the idea of a soul doesn't seem so farfetched.

Mozo Void - The Sol

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“On a Saturday night you’ll have nobody to call and your heart will ache to escape these four walls. They’re gone I tell you, they’re not coming back. You’re all on your own down the winding sidetrack. Alone is a word you will have to get used to, it’s less of a place and more of a virtue. See they don’t really care if you’re sad or on edge because you have a role that you play in their heads. If you break the script and start going off trail, you can bet that’s when nearly all of them bail. And I’m sorry to you if all of them left, it’s a sad world now and it’s not at it’s best. People are fickle and just put themselves first, though you try much too hard to help them at their worst. In the end they all fade, even your greatest lovers. They’ll hide from the pain they don’t want to discover. Yet you will push on though the world’s dipped in lies. You’ll make it through all without any disguise. For you’re a great person of courage and love, you don’t run from hard truths, you just see from above. It’s life’s simple meaning that they don’t seem to see, we die alone always and never are free.”

— Mozo Void | Alone

[teapalm]

[pinewoodcomposts]

[softwaring]

[punk-]

[mozovoid]

Perhaps if we pretended that family had to be earned as much as friendship - we would all suffer a little bit less.

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[mozovoid]

The Thief

Like smoke exhaled from the lungs my courage has dissipated to the wind.

Alone in my mind yet surrounded by a love I can not seem to grasp. My mind jerks back and forth violently like the train I ride back to where I found my soul. The wild air calls back to me in these times of turmoil and tenderness. The unforgiving wilderness feels more a home than the city of secrets and political wounds. To stare into the eyes of the wolf is far closer to comfort than the dead eyed look of unrequited love, locked away in the safe of pain.

I thought myself the greatest thief that ever lived. I had been able to break into the minds of so many before her to expose their secrets to me and find their gold. How could I have known that to try and steal her heart would be the task that landed me inside a prison of my own making? Days turned to months as I sat patiently listening to the sweet tumble of gears in her song-like voice. Every whisper was a symphony of pain masked by the beauty of an orchestra. Yet locked inside that safe was a little girl screaming and whimpering for the loss of her childhood. A loss that came by a thief just as I: Death.

I turned the dial around and around all the while believing I could hold that imprisoned girl and show her that love is better than fear. Once I'd discovered the first letter to the combination she fled like the wolf; gone into the breeze to find her own way out of the woodlands.

I thought myself the greatest thief in the world but a thief can not steal the wild.

[mozovoid]

On nights like these I wish for the sun to never find my face. Leave me unwanted in the darkness.

Mozo Void

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There are angels and devils amongst us because we are both.

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I'd endure 10,000 sleepless nights if it meant I could spend one more with you.

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