Monthly Archives: July 2018

The Freedom To Be Kind

All these recent happenings, these certain incidents sinking into our world where our own decisions are unexpectedly deprived. Yet, we continue to move in the motion through our good motives and the freedom to be kind is an act that … Continue reading

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Suddenly Something Comes Out Of The Ordinary

Unexpected in the way that we cannot fully understand. Surrendering to the better option, to the better plan. When there is something that makes us uneasy, when things can be difficult to handle, when we had enough, what else do … Continue reading

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Down In The Pouring Rain

Down, down on the ground. My feet on the mud. The rain is massive. The world is drenched. A night in silence, the dark without stars. Full of many dreams. Full of many fears. Down, down in the pouring rain. … Continue reading

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This, & The Trepidation That You Know

Flame of the midnight, burning your skin, your skins are burning in the night. Terrified, flight from the evening rushes in, the stars are never seen. With the devil’s laughter tickling your ears, those are the words that infuses fears. … Continue reading

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Colors Turn To Grey

The wilderness is bare. Some foreign hands steal all green, the blue and we are disregarded. The highway is desolate. No cars, no noise of an engine, and nothing at all to see, to hear. The home becomes a house. … Continue reading

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Old Songs In The Air

Old songs in the air, a melody carried on and on. I used to be that way, an image made by those who cannot turn their lives into something, something in the level of greatness. I struggled, fought what I … Continue reading

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Glacier Of The Dawn

I commune with the glacier of the dawn. Shivering, the cold penetrates to my bones. No one knows where I am except you.   2018

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The Proof That Grief Is Not A Friend

The silence is not calm. My head is a load of chronic noise. Images of broken mirrors, of dull colors, a savage burden to the blood and bones. Where something turns into nothing, a crude transformation in the circle. Slowly … Continue reading

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