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Tag: Desire

Overwhelm of desire

We look upon such things
the way a candle looks upon the shadow

Wanting to illuminate it?
to take away the fear of it?
to become it?
to suppress it?

We look upon such things
with a desire, to overwhelm it
with ourselves

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Slave

This slave to burning insanity
which resides inside the very core of me
this slave needs to be released
and so become
to sit quietly and drink tea in the silences of mine own apperceptions
; his own mind, free to converse outside the realms of madness
– with what, but a reflection of his solitude

and if he emits some charge of self
will it not simply be a vapour
for what is solitude but ethereal agonies of desire
where with the quest to reach inside his own mind
and pluck at the very core of knowledge
he becomes the teacher of himself
; my own mind, sat as it is in perpetual darkness, a slave
– to what, but a reflection of my solitude, mine own apperception of life

Sunshine

Candle flame
flickers a dance to kiss
the wax
and so bring sunshine within its cold
and there with the heat
the wax simply acquiesces and melts
forming patterns of flickered kisses
creating reflections, shadows and the breathings of time
and there with the heat
they coalesce into existence
to create silent flames of desire/passion/tenderness … life
deep within the empty
where only darkness rules
creating solitudes of silence where
the wax
is simply wax
waiting for sunshine
to dance within its soul

Ancient Virgin

The last book
found
amongst the littered remains
of a struggled past

a survivor
unread
unopened
an ancient virgin

devouring eyes
pore over

loving fingers
caress

pages flutter
with each delicious
touch

words drip
with each bacchanal
read

Overcome with
saviour’s emotion
the last book
found
crumbles
… crumbles
… … crumbles

no more books
no more pleasure
no more whispers
no more life
no more pain
no more love
no more joy
no more emotion
no more soul
no more words
no more imagination
no more passion
no more feelings
no more death
no more
… no more
… … no more

The last book
lost …

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This was first posted here on September 5th 2011 (edited)

Cloud breaks

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Of rain and bows
and arrows and hearts
Of beats of memory
left behind
Of breath and almost
and something close
Of passion of eyes
behind sad smile
Of cloud and breaks
of silence and storm
Of beats of memory
all forlorn

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