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Living Puppets

i once met a young aspiring poet

whose love for the art had drove

him passionately insane with the colour silver.

i met him on a street rampage shouting out his

emancipating parable of shiny silver rings

sparkling with a deep red hue ,oddly spoiling in rust from blood thirst

and out in the clear ,in concealment of human ignorance

a sinister nemesis slowly weaves his hate into ropes,

his hands of fate to stir our minds his path.

thus the pain of the living

the pain is living .

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Enlighten Me

What am i

trapped in my own body

and them mediums to set me free.

to my fortress of comfort

in mine dimension .

mine creation of peace

mine to meditate and free me fully

to my desolate chamber of discovery

my very own doom

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Voice Everlasting Whispers

I fail to sleep by night as

My soul sails away from me

My eyelids collapse, heavy with sleep

As I hear toothless voices

Spouting out truth like a fountain with rusty waters

They inform me of memories I knew nothing of

The memories lost with those who came to pass

The memories of ways healing to my loneliness

And portions to my present sorrows (cause of lament)

Memories of gifts, that promises as heavy clouds promises heavy rain

I hear the lamentations of those long gone as they whisper unto me

Their whispers thin with our desires

Their faces marked with maps of aging

They say child

Long have we sought for peace from the beginning of our beings,

Timeless have we blamed the rivers of being dump purposely because of their everlasting endurance

But now as you can tell, the pursuer has caught up with us, the weary

So we chose the dry shell to arouse

For you the eggshell when planted with the right yolk, the outcome is

Gifts available in abundance

Run and never grow weary

You may live calmly as you please

A life of slow life style

And never hurry or rush

A life of patiency, for you need not hurry

The yoke is in you

As i try to reason all this

I notice that of all these writings I scribble

I am beyond age to understand

For I wrote in ancient vowels everyone seemed to have forgotten

For sure I am a hatchling

Simplify your riddles you whom dust has claimed

For I am a hatchling compared to your knowledge

Pardon I ask

Puzzled as i was I asked for translation

Ask who my child?

The great voices turn to trembling voices as they say

Ask the florist where to find the rose of Sharon

Ask the builders which is the chief cornerstone

Ask the physicians which is the greatest amongst them all

Ask the Einsteins for the source of eternal data

And when you find the lily of the valley

He shall lead you wherever He goes, He shall carry you through difficult phases

For He is the good Shepherd, the greatest amongst them all

He shall renew your shell

Fill in the yoke

And the river of flowing living waters shall flow in you

now voice.

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In This Act of Pain, I Take My Vengence

Beyond the illusion of skin and polite talk a shadow dwells within me, whispering unto me my deepest ugly thoughts, my secret sins, my foul intentions and slowly devouring the goodness in me.

it draws its filth from my chosen path smearing it with deceit.

The stains of the fear of having to lose an anticipated love

loathing those you remember with hate and those whose care for you is bare,

an anger driven by a hunger to care, to feel, to live.

This pain that I alone understand and cherish is master

luring me with an apparition of a budding flower, a beautiful maiden women

who comes to me in full consciousness drawing me to a secluded place

where I am vulnerable with need for company and she feeds from this - my loneliness.

With her electrifying touch, her infectious smile and the maze of her luminous eyes

I beg her to enslave me. Her voice seducing my mysterious soul into a colourful trance of mellowing.

she lived for us, died for us and in death refused to part

in eternity seeking our unison,

in her existing even though beyond this realm

she erupts the fires of a longing an enfolding passion that quickly rises and towers down and over everything I have ever believed was.

From a dull world so familiar to me of grey, black and white she leads me on to a vast land of dreams that fills me with new emotions.

Colours freshly bloom before my eyes and all this for my heart to take warmth.

Now let me alone with this pain I am forever an addict to.

The stab of it stinging my dull being filling me with a high that thrills and fills my vacant space with a loud haunting scream.

Oh! I bleed this poem from my very soul, as she whispers unto me.

My hope in her goodness that shuns out the darkness that seeks to possess my soul.

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Charmer's Touch

So alike to a budding rose, casting out the scent of its unique pollen.

So alike to an unfurling cocoon, before emerges the butterfly.

Sweetest voice that resonates deep, like the showers of a waterfall echoing on the deep blue pond.

The easy way you carrieth yourself through, with a firm sway like a leaf stem grounded where you belong.

Your long delicate fingers with which you pluck and touch, either nipple or guitar, preferably with an audience.

thinketh ye it lies in that tremulous smile she flashes,

what charms she uses that so many men even fair youth stalk her and fall on her feet with long sighs reciting proposals,

 like lovelorn teenage girls adoring the prowess & perfection of the statue of David

Prettiest comments that rushes like a stream, like a waterfall flowing out of my bosom with greasy ease.

was it not i yesterday, whose foul tongue dripped with venom and hate, but now my heart, my mind and my soul, see only the light that is you and i can do no other but impress my veneration profoundly................

by Sean Claudine

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My Music

Need we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn,

to dance to the songs of our fore fathers

In the sacred garden of old .

Need we from the setting rise ,and kiss in the moment the deepest desire of men

An existence beyond and void of time .

A small taste of eternity till the awakening of the phoenix, the golden dawn .

Need we wake up the sacred golden moment in dawn, stunned to silence

As he with practiced easy, gleaming with talent pull string for string ,David the bard with no equal

pulling his strings on the harp merging and pleasing to creation ,a secret set of chords he had

and with the chords his harp reflecting the goodness in his soul ,shunning the ghouls that haunted his king

singing:

Should we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn to dance to the songs of our forefathers in the sacred garden of eden .

should we wake up at the rise, and from the setting to the dawn dwell in a land eons & eons long enstranged,

to be glad, rejoice and dance to the beats and chants of the drums as the psalm of the ancients is renewed ,

to move with the beat of the universe in its harmonious daze .

to remember the dances of old, performed around a bonfire in a thousand forgotten barbaric gestures .

Our tongue's as of fire we chant the song of languages .

bleeding it out of our deepest

holding none but letting go.

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Missing You Madly

Only a meagre day has passed, 
clock ticking, minute hand dragging and winding; 
Twisting, and stretching my longing, I am waiting...
Till my weary heart feels already worn through an eternity
Of missing you, but you're there, always there by my side
Yet I'm not connected.

I've missed you madly!
Yet you're so close my eyes can see you
But still so, so far from me my heart cannot connect.

though so close you were I could  see you
Yet neither whisper from lover's lips tickled innocence' ear
Nor whispered sweet nothings to warm either heart
From the cold of winter's night; with promises that both 'll
Keep the little tinder flame burning bright;
till tomorrow at summer's dawn we meet and start our day.

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Streaming Letter To My Love

As our two shadows meet and new life unfurl.
Death will be undone and the cold of evil maybe draw nearer.
As my greater love for our passion blazes strongest from the softness of a candlelight,
To a velvet fire burning possessively and consumingly with a force to dominate

Yield to me dear if you choose, or stream out of my dry heart hastily,
Lest i take from you till you can give nomore,
Lest i dig within you for treasures to keep, those burried deep.
For inch by inch i am sown to the very shadow you see by my side.
To touch it with soul is to stain within.
To blow like the wind and unfurl darkness within.
It stays by me and tempts in hopes to contaminate my ageless.

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Blood Letters 1

Give me words worthy

And i will spill from this goblet,

Flowing bitterness shall let from my bosom

Hear my outcry all ye victims of my struggles

My scribble dripping in red

My pages drenched in blood

My words shall flow like a cleansing tide

And this i shall call my blood letters

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My Little Bright Moon In the Darkness of the Deep

In my darkest hour my little one.

When all else fails me

When the hour consumes me and all that holds me sane crumbles to dust

And my mind, my heart in like fashion follows
breaking to fine particles of dust

When my crippled soul staggers

Seeking the company of another

And my newest heart begins to beat

With a rhythm of another

When the vast lands of empty, cold, loneliness

Where my heart dwells begins to echo and howl

The sting of the cold haunting and taking foam from dust and wind

To howl and haunt, the whirlwind from the dry sea

Your care bared, your whole being loving all that I am

Is what i call my another and so says my soul

When my heart of hearts breaks apart and crumbles to fine particles of dust

And you my dearest bleeds a tear from your deepest depths of your heart

Spilling the fruits of your grief upon the dry dust of my being

Alike to the rain upon the deserts

Generously giving upon the dry, deprived, desert lands of my dwellings

Just like in magical stories, so is our reality in love

Just like a phoenix of the east, death will not prevail nor will nature keep me cold

Uncaring and beastly

For as bright as the firebird deep in depths of the dark

a flame of hope, so will i soar with the phoenix straight to Heliopolis your arms

Singing like a nightingale to you my dearest lover .