Clever? Confused? Or Just Plain Curious
Prose, Poetry and Wonderings
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Mirror
space couldnt make my troubled reflection wonderful
neither could time
my only
beauty
to be felt by the
blind
see with your hands
feel a heart,
beating
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Cosmic Dancing
cosmic rain
danced
fluently over
sparkling
galaxies playing playfully
tripping
sensually
gliding
round supernova
hop
hopefully
wondering
through comets and
quickstep
fluidly
into
nebula,
drifting
dream
dazez
to stir
docile
memories
into
waltzing
joyfully
blissful
again
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between
minds fill-
ing, letter
s
noth
ing
memories, words
points lost ing
noth
pages filled
. blank . forgetting noth ing
books
here,
gone
noth ing
now
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Breaking Down
a life
this life
my life
plays endless re-runs
of replays,
feedback loops fragmenting nothingness
on blank screens
and distorted speakers
what’s mine is yours
and yours is yours
why couldnt we ever
have, each others hand
,. to hold
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reach
i am,
not being,
being nothing,
begot from
something
becoming
gone wrong
reaching
never
and
nothing
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painting, again
metaphorical textures feel to strong
on canvas meant for painting
will you think what i say is…
right
or has the opportunity
gone
to find a brush
broad strokes
to paint the abstract ideas
of love and beauty
a fine brush to paint
your portrait
then how i realized
how are you supposed to see
a canvas
in a mind
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…theres something lacking
i am knowledge without an understanding
i am sleep without awakening
i am truth without lies
i am everything without nothing
i am faith without a god
and i am love
without you
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moon
o jagged heart,
your pain defies the rest of my body
insecure depths of despair
wash the rocks, threatening on shore
crashing, reaching
for land
until,.
tide,.
goes out
rest, weary, rest
define my purpose
o moon,
divine priestess
or oracle
of doom,
so judge me now,
tell that i am sick
that i am ailing
worn,
that i am out here
alone
but bonded
bring me back to shore
o moon
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a ruby
so the disheveled guest had won, his one normal eye
gone
he traced it to under the stair, where it
shone
His hopes faded when he realised it was,
a ruby
and without
warning
he slept
with no eyes
and
a ruby
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spoken silence
o dear o dear o dear
my dear
speak loudly
and see what the world does,
to quiet things
