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Mind Afflicted

Oh my ignoble mind why must you be so rueful-this sorrowful pity abject-I am not contemptible brooding-unkind contemplations. Oh my heinous conscience dare not mock me-oh the cruelty taunt me-cuts so deep bleed me-I flow dying. Oh my callous intellect why must you yet scorn me-is praise so ugly castigate me-the pain beguiling disparage me-oh your brutality! Oh my derisive aspect dare not deceive me-illusions prison betray me-my loyalty shaken delude me-my truth so naked. Do not do so! Oh my afflicted mind why must you transcend my heart-this raw love overtake the purpose-all consuming of my fierce quest-aching in urgency. Even still with scant recompense I die a thousand deaths in your ideations.

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Date: 12/20/2020 1:47:00 PM
Isn't it ironic to think, that people who go through so much heartache, angst, pain and suffering - in this life - if they choose to turn inwards into their shadow work, are those true genuine artists who contain the sensitive proclivity to write their pain into pure genius works of art, be they poet laureates, artists, musicians, writers, architects, great inventors, scientists, etc ....I love this poem very much. It is genius. Sometimes to burn bright with light, you have to swallow the dark and produce diamonds out the other end. x
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Rob Levasseur
Date: 12/20/2020 4:37:00 PM
Oh, and What You're Able, vicious condemnation of unrequited love. And the incongruities that arise from such an alliance, both in terms of depth and breadth of each parties emotions. As well as the energies spent going polar opposite one another. Ok, that's all.
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Rob Levasseur
Date: 12/20/2020 2:53:00 PM
You nailed it. I don't know about genius though. You either have what I call the trauma strain, or you don't. I can only relate to others of my ilke. I wrote a poem for anyone I have disdain, or contempt for. I'm posting it tomorrow:. Dismissed is the title. Thank you again for taking the time, and for your kind words.

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