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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My secrets cry out in the silence of the night, I have no need for a tongue to voice them, My heart is an open temple, My doors, wide portals. An epic of deep gazes, My love, without mask or facade. My truths float in the ether, This revealed, ravaged suffering. I am stripped to the essence, With my nakedness as an invisible shield. I am what I wear in the spirits of my dreams, I keep myself pure and simple, like a thread of light. My fury will rage for eternity, Deeds will carry the truth on unseen wings In a mystical and pure language. Stopping the lying mouth, My rage turns the crystal-clear cry Into a mute and infinite agony. In the flow of consciousness, I travel through hidden realms, Where each thought is a whisper of wind, And every emotion a rainbow in the night. Here, my heart is an open sanctuary, Doors supported by columns of trials. I see the universe through the eyes of pure truth, My love is an undying flame, untouched by falsity. My truths dance on the thin wire of eternity, Reflecting in the mirror of my revealed soul. In front of this stripped-down pain, I am like the moon on a clear night, vulnerable and sincere, But my nakedness becomes a stellar cloak, An abyss of reflection and self-acceptance. Wearing myself, My spirit remains pure, essential. Fury blooms like roses at sunset, But truth transforms it, purifying it. I cease the lying mouth, Letting only the truth flow out of me, My rage twists the pure cry Into a timeless and transcendental agony. Through this flow of consciousness, I pass through valleys of desires and rivers of hidden hopes, Where each pain finds a corner of the sky, And every joy becomes an eternal star. This sacred nudity, this shield of embraced vulnerability, Is my path through the labyrinth of reflections and dreams, Embracing my fury, letting it breathe in ascended prayers, For in this dance of consciousness, we are Not just poets of life, but also the astral witnesses Of our own essence, wrapped in mystery.
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