Feelings
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The Path of Agony
In purgatory we are suspended. Anguished screams are the byproduct When the spirit is wilted. Epitaphs are written and rewritten With each changing season. The anxious and depressed are listless; There is no room for anything else. Constant torment of the soul causes scarring. She is beautiful on the outside, But on in the inside Continue reading
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Residue
The residue of you lingers. I am infused with passionate thoughts; I must purge myself, but sensuality taunts. I taste of you, and your flavor is euphoric. To let go I must convince my heart. The strong potency of memories Must be diluted with current reality Lest there be an overload in sensory. The recipe: Continue reading
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Eyes that Hide
Torment and agony are the portion of the afflicted. Behind the eyes is where it lives. A smile can be deceiving, for even in the warmth Of good company she is naked in cold winter winds. Words sometimes cannot be used to express true feelings. In whispered utter these are the only words she could Continue reading
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You
You long oppressed; You anxious and stressed: You night walkers with glowing eyes; You precious children whose eyes have cried; You whom dwell within the corners of dark rooms misunderstood and in agony; You who have endured but hope for more; You who are listless and constantly contemplate death; You mothers who are postpartum depressed, Continue reading
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Oh the Weeping of Men
From his soul he weeps. Tears in the darkness are unseen, But heaven hears his cries. The wailing of white doves Carry the song of his perpetual pain. In eternal rain, the heaviness of his cross Is saturated with water and dragged in mud; The presentation of his torment is the shedding of blood. The Continue reading
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The Musings of the Beloved
How can I ever repay you? Your spirit is a deep well of refreshing water. I draw from you. I drink of your essence, and I am resurrected and replenished. My heart belongs to you. I am dedicated to you. You have become a part of me through and through. But my heart, Are beautiful Continue reading
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For Michael
As the moon reflects the light of the sun,So are you also my light, my son. Continue reading
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I Burn
At night a jealous tide rises. Looking at old pictures my mind drifts. A flood of torment then comes In the form of ‘what-ifs.’ In the arms of another she now abides; Memories hearken back to that Loving gleam in her beautiful eyes. My spirit must be tempered, But my heart tells me otherwise. Many Continue reading
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Illianna’s Lament
Illianna’s lament: I have given of myself, yet they betray me. I have loved them unconditionally, yet they would slay me. I have comforted them in winter’s bitter cold, And from me they have taken and stole. I have nurtured them and held them closely, Yet they harbor ill will toward me. I have laid Continue reading
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On that Day
Life’s poignancy is steeped in stark reality. To keep our sanity we shield our eyes from the underbelly. When we cry alone, on pillows, tears are dried; We sleep, we awake, and then again we cry. Season after season in listless state we lie. Born of our mother’s womb, but alone we die. In a Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 