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Enlighten me,
For my stellar light turns feeble.
Do I want to see?
I’m trying to find shelter into my own shadow,
For it drags me to The Hollow -
The hungering night that bends my mind.
Myself…
Will I ever be refined?
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light is flashing,
Do I really want to see?
Instill blood into my veins,
For I have been dehumanized –
I’m tangled up with an eternal haze.
Myself…
Only the darkness remains.
Sweet departure,
Imposed enclosure…
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light has died,
I don’t want to see…
For my stellar light turns feeble.
Do I want to see?
I’m trying to find shelter into my own shadow,
For it drags me to The Hollow -
The hungering night that bends my mind.
Myself…
Will I ever be refined?
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light is flashing,
Do I really want to see?
Instill blood into my veins,
For I have been dehumanized –
I’m tangled up with an eternal haze.
Myself…
Only the darkness remains.
Sweet departure,
Imposed enclosure…
Enlighten me,
For my stellar light has died,
I don’t want to see…
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Delusion becomes me
Delusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
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On my corner
I stand on my corner
sometimes with a sign
sometimes with my voice
sometimes I don't stand at all
but today I stand,
I stand on my corner
and scream
I scream warnings, tidings
blessings and curse
in the hopes
someone will hear them.
I stand on my corner
and no one walks by
I see no one near
and I cry out
for someone to come
for anyone to help me
to offer me something
even if its just shelter
from the downpour cascading
down my cheeks.
I stand on my corner
and no one stands with me
and the crushing truth of that
forces me to fall.
No one offers me a hand
I have no way to rise
and so I sit on my corner,
sometimes with tears,
sometimes with scr
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I look on with pestilence
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
with optimism
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not m
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Very familiar concept! Beautiful words.