Penned on December 23, 2011 at 07:07
He remains unclean as long as he has the disease,
And must live outside the camp, away from others.
- Lev 13:46
From whence comes this swelling,
This unwelcome, unannounced guest?
Maybe today and gone tomorrow?
But to the elder I must go,
He shall examine it and make his diagnosis.
For six days I am isolat…
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Penned on March 4, 2011 at 18:57
Half a century in days, there's no sage who'd have known
that we'd plot out the stars, and then carve them in stone.
Ebb and flow through the crevices, funnel down glass
slipping silently - clouds, past the earth to the grass -
count the seconds, time flies as we run to the door
dare we walk through to f…
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Penned on January 30, 2011 at 21:31
And she sat there, staring at me –
Eyes black khol
Hair wet cold
I was naked, she was glass.
For the better part of an hour,
We were connected –
Thought mouth word
Sounds not heard
She had lost her mind, I was far from mine;
Cos I dream't I was awake,
But when I woke, I was asleep …
There are some peo…
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Penned on January 28, 2011 at 21:35
Suspended in motion, you’ve fallen like a star
And caught in a dream-catcher’s net;
And somewhere between what is real and what’s not
In this river of dreams I am wet.
Swim through the souls of the living
And find what exists -
What is yours what is mine;
Till I stop at your door and I knock,
And I w…
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Penned on October 13, 2010 at 14:11
They saw me, they know
all the questions I fear;
by this pillar I’ll hide – just a while disappear.
In this moment with you
in this moment alone;
while we pour out our hearts – by my pillar of stone.
Let’s escape, run away
both of us, just us two;
as my pillar still stands – let it hide someone ne…
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Penned on October 8, 2010 at 11:10
Close your eyes, relax, forget;
the hand is cold, the hand of death –
the pulse it fades, the music stops to rest ...
you feel it now – damnation at its best.
Injected for the purpose of relief,
infliction of the pain you felt the least;
and down the hall the swinging doors have closed –
your…
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Penned on September 22, 2010 at 22:11
Humble you stand by your father tall,
But you glow with a myriad hue.
Just as free as the others,
Swaying as the winds blow through.
While mother feeds you and brother,
Father gives shelter from sun;
And you stand there suspended in motion,
Bringing joy to little ones.
Till someone takes you and brother,
To …
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Penned on September 3, 2010 at 11:18
Throw me a bone, let me catch it - it's mine, but you threw, it's yours, please don't take it –
oh no, don't you see that you crave it?
Hands wave through the window, smoke swells as it blends -
disappears to the skies in the midst of goodbyes, shattered tear drops in eyes,
'will I see you again?'…
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Penned on July 20, 2010 at 12:46
The tree was planted firmly
And accompanied by two;
The three all hung together
In the middle was the Jew.
All had a crime committed
But none of them the same;
One had robbed, another killed,
Another said his name.
They had a common father,
Two would soon return;
One would then come back again,
For the other d…
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Penned on May 23, 2010 at 16:38
Inhale, sweet inhalation
Of harsh grey fog – weathered not.
Bring infestation – internal pleasure.
Breathe heavy, soft breath
A whisper.
Release untimely;
Subtle condensation.
I was sitting at a coffee shop waiting for a friend. Out of the corner of my eye I could see smoke, tracing circles in the ai…
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Penned on May 21, 2010 at 14:36
Lie upon lie, like a widow to a
fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feel…
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Penned on May 20, 2010 at 15:06
Is my colour an offence to you?
Do I leave a stain as I touch your white hand?
Is the blood that flows in my veins
black and not red?
Have I no right to live in this land?
Am I any less human than you?
Am I an animal with no mind?
Am I violent without reason,
do I attack without being provoked?
As a…
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Penned on May 19, 2010 at 20:52
All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.
I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there rea…
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Penned on May 19, 2010 at 17:23
Today at 3 o’clock I’ll die,
I’ll say my last goodbyes.
I’ll go to a place I’ve never seen,
You don’t have to grieve or cry.
Today I’ll leave the world behind,
You will all be free of me;
If I hurt you, you may choose to forgive,
Or you can just let it be.
Today I’ll fly into the sky,
And …
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Penned on May 16, 2010 at 18:29
‘they also serve who only stands and waits’
- ‘On His Blindness’ by John Milton
Kneel before me, cover your head;
Take off your shoes.
Ashen your face, beat your breasts;
Mourn, repentance for your sins.
Heed commandments, fast and pray;
Sacrifice burnt offerings – dead animals.
Rest one day, w…
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Penned on May 15, 2010 at 20:43
She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.
I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing…
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Penned on May 12, 2010 at 16:46
Stay alert comrade, keep watch.
Your time draws near.
Watch how the Capitalist depend on the Bourgeoisie.
But who do the Bourgeoisie depend on?
You, the Proletariat. You are under their thumb.
They extract from you to serve them.
Be crushed no longer.
Rise up in rebellion.
Take over the Bourgeoisie and thei…
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Penned on May 10, 2010 at 18:07
High you fly, bound by no bounds,
Silhouetted against the crimson night.
Graceful in thy skill,
Perfect in flight.
What force is it that keeps you suspended?
How do you sail on a blanket of air?
What master holds thy strings?
What master manipulates thy movements?
Do you stalk your prey and kill?
Or do you p…
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