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Hireath
Though the cord is indellible The road to elsewhere Cannot be walked Iāve longed To explain my wishing Iāve wished To understand my longing For a place I donāt know And remember having been Only in memories At once clouded and shockingly bright Like a clearing in a wood Now unchartable If it were It is no longer If it werenāt It is no matter Homesick for the nebulous Nostalgic for theā¦
Gods on God
We are all gods In one hand holding creation In the other, destruction Fist closed, blood seeping through finger gaps Unable to hide the truth Of which hand we prefer We are not God That is amalgamation Alchemical assimilation The wise and the violent All things to all people Vanilla, lukewarm, dairy-free Now, the gods claim God The promise of power Through subservient facade Though chosen, setā¦
Silver Linings
It hits you all a sudden. A kick in the fucking teeth. The idealism you were born with Just ignores your reality. You believe things can change. Itās more than simple hope; Invasive visions of futures That, if they happen, happen slow. When the silver lining Is all that lines your pockets, Youāre always left spent. Reframe the worth of energy. Giving up wonāt bring you down. Theā¦
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Worn Blanket
Many days I feel like a worn blanket Tossed around and only used for picnics Used and abused, but thankful for the company Relieved someone still finds warmth in me Even if it's only fleeting Once or twice a summer
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Old Walls
Stare at the walls The floor is in motion This is where we make our stand The doors are the gates Portals to a world thatās crashing We had the strength to move the mountains We let them eat it all away Iāve got to get a hold of my self I canāt keep screaming into the pillow Paranoia creeps its way into my mind Somewhere on my bed Iāll find my heart The beating of the pulse The burning in myā¦
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Leaf
The scrape of a leaf against the sidewalkRough, cruel, even inhumaneYet somehow thrilling in the breezeIt is the knowledge of what something representsThat is stronger than the impression of its actual form A person who cannot speak or gestureTheir mind firing on all cylindersOften viewed as that fleeting, long-dead leafYet filled with the color and beauty of autumn
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Crowd-Sourced Fears
Falling on ears that cannot hearĀ An understanding of the spheresĀ Is null and void "A life mis-steered" The voices of forgotten seersĀ Learned beyondĀ years Lessons from familiarĀ tearsĀ Are cast asideĀ by crowd-sourcedĀ fearsĀ
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The Hill
A facsimile of faithless nights She was the tyranny, you the rights You canāt forget your blinded sight When she lit the room with dim gaslight The hand was dealt but she slid one more You were eyeing futures, she the door The truce became a seven year war The hill you died on were the vows you swore
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Carpentry
Iām told you felt the clothes I wear. Iām not sure you inhabited them differently. Was it without a stain on the collar? Is that the way it had to be? Ā Iāve read your eyes became a well. Loss grips the strongest of hearts, Changes the heartbeat. Blood and water wrenched apart. Ā I know of your fury towards the takers, The highborn, the one percent, The prophets of profits. A zealot in name andā¦
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Is It?
Maybe weāve taken a long hard look at ourselvesSeeing with dry, burning eyes that this is not who we areOr is it? Cynicism is the tissue that surrounds the scarsConspiracy is the gauze that fills the void Is optimism a shattered virtue?With enough substance to make out the shapeBut not enough to piece it together?
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The Movers and the Moved
The Movers and theĀ Moved
Consummation of the highest order Binging, now the expectation Savoring the work of other hands Daring now to make demands Ā The ancient chain lies muted, still Some arise to sow and till While others reap the harvest Some expose creative light While others flee the darkness Ā Conceptual beauties stand in defiance Against the snare of ease, reliance Ever-raging is that eternal feud Between theā¦
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Embers Embers and sinew Voices resound The fires of progress Met with boots on the ground None of us can breathe Until all of us can breathe
Strange Rituals Strange rituals The beaked mask Is donned no longer In its stead Plexiglass and cloth The same wall Between sick and well Will the hazmat suit Instill the same terror Centuries later As the plague doctors of old?
Change
There is never growth Where the ground is not readied Untilled soil Is never ready for change
Descale the heart Raw and afraid Is the only way to listen The only way to pray
Feel more than you think The fear felt by others Making your own heart race Your feet in the same place
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Other Minds I suppose we all have visions That we carry to the dirt High minded goals and creative urgesā¦
Concentrate to the Quiet by Dennis DeHart, 2013
