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Dear Poet
I wish you could
see yourself
as I see you.
You see
an outcast,
rebel without a cause.
I see
a tormented soul
with so much potential.
Silver-tongued sage,
healing hearts
with the flick of a pen
on a tattered page.
Tuesday 5th March 2019 10:41 pm
Heretic
My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.
"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.
On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.
He...
Sunday 31st December 2017 11:44 am
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