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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty,
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its infinite choices can so portent be.
To swim true and graceful towards what you're made for,
mind not yet its depths while you train your own stroke,
deep torrid allure appears life's most sought out shore,
yet master no stroke and so soon wind up broke.
Just as a hatchling trains it's wings 'fore first flight,
never hatching from egg to jump up with wings spread,
for if this way was true none's thoughts would hold fright,
to practice and learn will allow that fright shed.
Doubtless those greatest in life's endless ocean,
or even the ones which most deem as gentry,
always proceed with true sense and good notion,
else they be sea choked or smashed onto jetty.
Youthful minds might think this way slow or a bore,
but to jump in the depth they sink, gasp and choke,
that path shall alas lead them straight to Death's door,
mind, body and spirit soaked, bloated then broke.
So watch and learn careful from those who've done right,
respect to learn best gain great wisdom, lose dread,
these words if so heeded shall bypass much blight
tides pushing you forward to life's greatest stead.
Copyright © Kalmiqaz Proliterate I | Year Posted 2016
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
Forever held in heart and mind
Day by day for all my time
Unjust, unfair and so unkind
Wishing this life could just rewind.
Never fathomed such lonely times
When you and I could not confide
Hopes and dreams which cross our minds
Our greatest fears, regrets and binds.
I know you now watch from above
Forever sending down your love
Spirit soaring above like the holy dove
And when I slow, you give a gentle shove.
In time I know we'll meet again
Your wisdom guides me through my pain
As rays of sunshine that break the rain
Somehow I know it's not all in vain
Yet, still I wish that on this Earth you did remain.
Dedicated to my baby Sister
Kali Raalene
Taken in form
Everlasting in heart and mind.
There are many who will always love you for who you were and how you touched their lives.
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
For those tortured souls who have inadvertently become an embodiment of life's most derisive and diminutive emotional degradation...
Look no further!
In teaching those
whom you love above all, in this great life of ours...
to speak out of the heart
These words we learn,
Do not bind us against, but rather incline us in:
Seizing the day,
Therefore,
Finding a way - or - making one!
From nothing!
Therefore to dare create, something,
From nothing...
Is to remember to live...
In the absence of,
Having been caught!
In the act of one's:
Greatest work!
That.
Which is...
Most important!
To one's...
Future happiness!
Et cruciatus eorum, qui in errore facti esse formam animae, et diminutive irridebant vitam scriptor permotionem turpis respice non ultra!
Docet!
Quos praecipue in hac vita nostra,
De corde verba loqui discimus.
Non curabit nos potius viam inveniam aut faciam...
Hodie capere ex nihilo?
Ergo,
Audeat facere...
Aliquid ex nihilo est meminisse,
Vivere sine detentus in actu:
Unum maximum opus est maxime!
Pour ces âmes torturées qui ont par inadvertance devenir...
Un mode de réalisation:
De la dégradation émotionnelle la plus moqueuse et diminutif de la vie...
Ne cherchez pas plus loin!
Dans l'enseignement des hommes.
Que vous aimez...
Avant tout dans cette grande vie de la nôtre!
De parler du cœur ces mots,
Nous apprenons...
Ne pas nous lier contre,
Mais plutôt...
De nous incliner saisir le jour,
par conséquent!
De trouver...
Un moyen ou faire,
Un à partir de rien!
Par conséquent,
pour oser créer quelque chose,
à partir de rien,
est de se rappeler de vivre,
En l'absence,
De, après avoir
été pris en flagrant délit...
De, son plus
Grand travail!
Ce qui est le plus important...
Pour son bonheur futur!
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
Faint and ghostly, its light silver shimmer,
So nearly eclipsed by life's hell-pitch river
Barely shining through, as arrows tucked in quiver.
Just the smallest, slight, slim glimmer
The faintest wisp one can remember
Of a time long-past, alas that time of no surrender.
The time of a boy, so young and tender
His mind still gleams, still dreams forever
Now somewhere lost, bereft, and left untethered.
Whisked away by woeful winds of change
And times foul weather, always unchanged
Like the light-white fluff of a young fowls feathers.
He first takes flight as wind softly blows it off forever
One must recall their own childhood dream
Or else so bleak and with such ill-reprieve, this life will seem.
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
It starts out small, just barely there...
Though not unnoticed, most, just don’t care.
A miniscule prick, a tiny tear,
Little lacerations, all to often, go uncared.
In each and every case I’ve seen,
In life, in death - from dream to dream,
On all the world’s torn blue jeans…
There burns the memory of that first bust seam.
So with this said I lend my care, and urge that unto me you bare,
Your every sadness, your every tear,
Repent them all, let fall each tear,
And as so released upon my ear...
Let wounds be closed, now someone knows,
Then every pain so long enclosed,
Now let release, those doors you open, now I close,
Or else what next shall be what you've chose.
None can suppress those pains, do not try, it is in vain,
For if this you do, soon find will you, all you've retained,
Naught but true pain.
And where now you stand, despite whatever greatness planned,
Now small and maimed, just an empty, lonely pane
No longer grand, without life's stain.
For what's kept inside, soon shall reside, as broken glass,
Just one sad pile of empty dreams, not still reflecting your colored past...
Now I sit beside what used to be, you that I knew, now just a dream,
This shattered mirror, be all that remain,
Of those lonely remnants of your in-turned pain.
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
Now, sitting here...
Entranced in the endless depths of one's own thoughts and fears,
each dipped through vats
of thick sap like tears...
Ahhhh...
Perhaps at a later time we can continue with the endless intricacies of ones own mind... But at this time, that is, just days ago, although, nay more then four, may 5 or so...
Depressed I sat alone with grief, a decades pain within me steeped, then stirred,
as I weep for her, as molten magma within me deeply stir,
from darkest depths of under-earth...
A sudden sound just then I heard,
A sudden CRACK
now realized, just then as cloud met with eye
The pain out came, due drought of time in such expanse for such young mind
So long repressed, in self-defense...
This most painful question
one harrowing quest
so thought it best left at rest,
An answer filled with dread, one guessed... at best.
At worst, this hurt, a young boy's thoughts could not infer.
And at that moment like sweet low sounds of some unsung sonnet.
An answer came as if so long I'd known it, just now suddenly allowed to hold it.
Now in my grasp I could face, and show it...
thereby now erased when enabled to throw it.
So deep in darkness 'twas it encloaked, just now unmasked
So true then harkened, like a book now known...
A tear, a sigh, the words ran dry...
and...
like a book,
I finally...
could close it.
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
So crisp, so blue.
Such mystery, such magic.
All this so true, so fleeting, so tragic... These moments of history, such energy, none stagnant...
Plenty which touch us, gush power, shoot static. Nature's simple beauty, her true-natural-habits. With this simple shot, hope that for you, I have grabbed it...
Her sky's endless wonder leaving eyes lost in color, such days as on this-one.. I'm amazed, nay, befuddled.
A state of staunch bliss, with us stays, in us sits...
In the way does a small, late-morning puddle, so clean and so crisp...
So real, so clear, and yet still so subtle.
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Kalmiqaz Proliterate I Poem
Might I'm wielding,
Coping dealing...
Blight unyielding,
Prying, peeling.
Writhing turning,
Twisting churning...
Mindless yearning,
Lauding, purring.
Stomach keeling,
Curdling, reeling...
Now repealing,
Good sense of being.
Thoughts reverting,
Sleepless, spurning...
Legs-a-stirring,
Nae adjourning.
Whipping wheeling,
Grip congealing...
Hope that healing,
Smites these feelings.
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