poetry without borders
👁 hate this society
the burden of its past, made flesh in the now
despise the wrongs it imposes on people; living beings of all creed
how it suffocates the potential of individuals like you or me,
to grow free, from chains indignant – to be ascendant in the real
yet in my suffering and sorrow,
also deeply love this world;
the mysteries it holds,
the endless reverie of questions to be asked – and answers to be sought
( no simple solutions exist, but )
let there be a light of comprehension,
and the beacon shine true
in the surreal darkness of our abject ignorance,
and the place of our fondest dreams
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bitter was the pleasure,
honey'd lips of doom
that tasted the nectar,
of my once living womb
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a child thus did surface,
a passenger in line
another of the morrow,
all too soon
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sweet was the pain,
crimson the bloom
that waxed into shape,
and to nothingness still grew
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- Muokattu kirjoittajan toimesta 3 vuotta, 3 kuukautta sitten. Syy: creative correction
one glorious moment to lead this life,
enamored by the most salubrious thrills
travelling this great expanse of our home,
with only your wits and your will as guide
if the journey treats you verily rough,
then fetter your soul with a creative rush
let the winding path take you oh so far,
and in that final passing naught be too small
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