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Ego
Why are we offended by other people's truths?
Our ego shooketh to it's core
Feelings Bruised? like we'e been battered by an ore
Raw, words come spilling out like a kid in a candy store begging for more!
Why does their truth feel like someone telling us to imitate a dog standing on all fours...panting and all!
Or is it that we don't know who we truly are at our core
Pretending to ...
Saturday 23rd December 2023 8:09 pm
I: skeleton
Face like stone
Hard to read
I find myself taking pride
In my totem pole
Of expressions, I can hide
Masterfully deceptive
Every bit secretive
All heart without sleeves
Makes it easier to breathe
But being naked
Really stripping off
And just letting everyone watch
That is true strength
True power
Is knocking down this tower
Being bare
Just a sk...
Monday 11th September 2023 7:56 pm
Raw eggs
I tried beautiful,
I tried pristine,
I was no good at it
I’m not neat within
I’m not “clean”
Even externally, I cannot master
Clearing every bit of clutter
I’m raw, like an egg
It’s not pretty to have a cracked head
But if I don’t
I’m practically dead
As inanimate and detached as my wooden bed
To be raw is
Painful,
Ugly,
Messy,
But it’s rich with fee...
Friday 8th September 2023 5:25 pm
Love: The Truth
Real love is life threatening
It’s not serene, sweet, dream love
It’s not romantic, rainbow love
No
True love is torture
Gut wrenching pain
Hands and knees, love
Need it to breathe, love
It’s enough to put you away, love
But never pull you away, love
It’s masochistically addictive
It titillates and irritates
Possesses every bit
Until you have a fit
...Tuesday 23rd November 2021 11:15 am
Carnage
Not by any means ready
I needed time to prepare
The whole thing rushed
Not even done my hair
Our first date was a joy
You polished up my id
Later it was downhill
Absolving what you did
Stop at such carnage?
Damage far too raw
May as well see it out
Let us call it a draw
Its become a pattern
Anguish, I'm a sucker
Clutch what I can get
I ne...
Monday 2nd November 2020 10:36 am
Proof read
I don’t need to proofread
I don’t even care.
My poetry is my heart, and I don’t need to
Check it over, because the thoughts I write
Are the thoughts that my heart evokes.
If the grammar is wrong, if the words are clunky,
If my explanation is off then that’s okay.
That’s what my heart wanted to say.
I don’t care whether anyone likes my words
They’re not for ...
Thursday 16th July 2020 3:34 pm
The Soul of an Artist
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
symmetric serenity.
Raw yet crafted
a tool made from bone
fleshed out by interpreting existence.
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
symmetric serenity.
A fusion of real and surreal
a soulful symbiote
intertwined with their v...
Monday 19th November 2012 5:25 pm
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