The stripping away of her aesthetics and faith
Waiting in line for the afternoon x-ray
The true search within to reveal everything
Of a doubt that she’s had about Self.
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The Way of the Baby
I wear the coat of one brother
and perhaps even his jocks,
the jeans of the other
but I think not his socks.
My jumper is my brother-in-law’s
and the undershirt too,
but perhaps the shirt only
was bought somewhere, new…
but not by me:)
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Her Mysterious
She curiously inclines herself to look
to search
to seek.
She’s prettied herself right up tonight
to find
to clutch
to keep.
But her face it tells of tears just fresh
that she hides beneath a blush.
And her eyes they tell of painful things
she’ll never to you entrust!
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Gonosz
‘Evil’…just a word
in a verse that could be a recipe.
It could be anything.
I decide –
if I decide,
to choose…
anything at all.
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Guilt
I’m eating her away with the filth of my mind:
at once consuming and consumed.
I relish in the torrent of her flow, from a height,
her head, cascading.
I wonder at the slight valley,
which runs between neck and shoulder socket,
almost broad, almost muscular, always sensual.
I wonder as I drink the unblessed blood of Christ,
the draught that would still water be without Him –
it is not the best till last, but nearly,
it is not the end because the sulking lady’s skinny.
I am devouring the room with my ego,
and the room smiles, stretches, and…
once more enslaves me
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Given Meaning
The meaning of life is to ask
more questions than we can ever hope to answer.
To constantly be curious, to beckon light from the infinite darkness.
The secret to happiness is accepting some questions can never be answered
but will always remain points for debate, for discussion.
To invest too much in convincing others is to deny them, first and foremost, their right to differ, while also ignoring the fact that you may be wrong.
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Friendship
Friendship is the well from which we draw when our loneliness becomes unbearable.
It is the bank into which we deposit without ever a single care.
It is the salvation in the doom,
the guiding light within the darkness.
This is friendship, and nothing more.
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Finally
Fleeting fool forever forlorn
abandoning will to abstraction.
Fool forever forlorn feels
the hollow choices breathing.
Forever forlorn feels faintly
like the nightmarish doubt.
Forlorn feels faintly familiar.
And when the mirror’s dared again,
feels faintly familiar, finally!
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Face Off
The poisoned mind of online clutter, the shift from art to emptiness.
The bells, the lights of bar room games, at least a numbing quality.
Instead in this, a pernicious plot, slowly eroding reason.
And when the anger finally takes hold, I’m still responsible for my actions.
The inner fizz, the steam pipe hiss, the gas leak rising staunchly-
to ruin the air, the fettered mind, alone in the conclusion.
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This morning
This Thursday morning holds the mind entombed in the low hung clouds
Filtered through the grey blue visor into traffic noise and city chatter.
Around about the scent of them: perfumed, shampooed, and after-shaven
A smell of food as breakfast downed on buses, trams to anywhere.
Amidst the motion, a pin-point picture, inside the mind, shrine-like, protected.
A vision as an angel- twee , allowed to flourish beyond the misery.
A dirt encrusted man does roam among the people waiting on.
From up a perch, across cut grass, the writer-watcher makes his cast(e)
And in the mold of pen and paper erects a notion of this day.
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