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[454] Revelation of Inner Mirror
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There is magic in your lifeyou already knowOnly a need for us to understand this unknown knownDifficult steps to unlearn all the fed beliefs of ecstasywhen all it really was only a reliance on short-lived dopamineFear befalls the fallenbut there is a need to understandthere is night before the lightsleep before the dreamWe’re all in…
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[453] A Reminder For Living
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Above all choose tranquillitywhen the rut is a quicksandAbove all choose chaos when all is already lostBeneath it all, you’ll find the truthOn the side of truth, you’ll find youCarry wisdom in your angerSearch for light in your darknessThe shadow awaits you dailythe stars dance in their past gloryPart ways with your insecuritiesShed the skin…
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[452] The Road To Recovery
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Make me believe in ecstasy I am tired of not being seen in anything other than miseryShow me the magic you see every daySo I can see things I can’t perceiveI want to be able to wantand find a passion to burn,a wind to blow and a storm to fallRare words to fall back onInterventions…
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[451] The Nostalgic Illness
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Disappearing dreams on the edgesof fluttering rotting pages under nimbus cloudsNostradamus rains all his telic propheciesof lost potential when the mind is illCan you try understanding simplicityin all its puzzling complexity ordoes the mind need a substance for it cannot articulate its own diseaseMeditative care or empathyand the presence of mind I am present here…
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[450] The Grateful Undead
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Chronic illness of dancing starsSupernova tirednessfinds us detached from lifeStorms scare the little resolve of the undeadDisconcerted efforts all to keep insanity at bayDrained of whiteI discover a new vocabularythat survival teachesto the ones left alive Painting by Frank Kelly Freas
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[449] The Ages of Man
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Every way that anyonehas tried to show me always ended up in a cul de sac Feverish intensitiesBurnt out cavalryEmotional fallacies I retrace my stepstake a left from the bush of ignoranceand a right from whenever I felt right Pride can lead to vanity and I neededto reach a zone outside of my comfortThe haven…
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[448] The End of Our Beginning
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The birth of the world and its dying echocan be heard in a shellLike that, I try to find the beginning of our endin the silence you left behindI lied when I told youthe first time we talkedwas the first time we metwhen I saw you every day sipping your morning cup through the cafe…
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[447] The Potential In You
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I mask a mask of survival that has overstayed its welcome likedrizzle after a stormThe mask is a shapeshifteran excuse spitter, so naturallyit dreads questions that revealits truest nature, so I dare askWhat do you fear to admit?How deep is your survivors’ guilt?What disappointments do you hide?What memory do you block through denial?Does grief stop…
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[446] The Same Old Song
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Up again I fear admitting that I can admit fear Elongated status quo misery to not admit the misery of my psycheRationale finds me conveniently when habit is found to be absentminded Days flow in a daze Time passes me mesmerisedIn an imprisoning loop of an infinite laughter So I give in… to… sleep. Up…
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[445] The Puppeteer Falls
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How does the common man end up fighting for common air,and grapple for basic necessities provided by conscious comedians When wide-eyed puppeteers find their neatly held strings laceratedtheir grip on their ivory throne dismally tightens seeing our widening eyes gasping… for a mere breath NaPoWriMo Day 26: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write…
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[444] The Festival of Poetry
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In the bloom of Aprildiscipline is cultivated andthe morning light feels curiousHeightened awareness for words unknownfrom unconscious worlds unexploredThe rise of wordsmiths cultivating a culture of rhymecreating a bridge from their abyss to walk into the readers’ soul We dream alliterations in Apriland imagine imagery in its infinite jestWe personify the prompts given and keep…
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[443] The Extinction of Hurt
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There are 17-20 species of hurt alive todayall of which live in the southern half of the heartJust before taking flight in the body, it releases numbnessfrom our rusted feathers to transform itself into painMost hurt swims in the body at a meagre pacebut the fastest hurt can reach top speeds of 22 mphUsually a…
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[442] First Step To Action
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I know, I alonethe feelings of a frozen heartDisbelief and shut eyesNo solace in the inner thoughtOnly I, only IEgo is the real causeBecause the world is full of sufferingand I get to write my demons out. Privilege. NaPoWriMo Day 23: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some…
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[441] Thank Your Stars
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The rough seas demanded a sacrificeThe North Star hid behind clouds in plain sight when the survivors looked for directions beyondThe compass was invented and manifestedto shift the anchor of our gaze down to our fool’s paradiseSailors turned to explorers all in an overnightWe became the makers of our destiny and exploredthe first frontier called…
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[440] Know Your Dreams, Know Thyself
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I am what I end up not sayingI am what I end up not thinkingI am what evades the sightI am what you do not read between the linesI am.Between the lines, I breathe paradoxesBetween the words, I squiggle for realisationsBetween the days, I try to evade thinkingBetween the nights, I dream my evaded thinkingBetween…