Best Inner Poems

I leave the daily hustle and bustle
and the cacophony of city sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one else is around.

When I'm alone, I experience peace
that raises my soul to a higher plane.
And anxiety's attacks slowly cease,
free from...

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I don't want to be your sister

I don't want to be your mother

I don't want to be your wife

nor your mistress or a lover

I want to be the child

you birth on a wombless night

Sucking on your needless thoughts

Playing hopscotch in your mind

Building castles in your...

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Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into my consciousness
My heart 
My soul

Speak to me.... let me hear you
Your deep voice
Your warm breath
I feel you on my cheeks

Memories...

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Unspoken word
Nothing is heard
Thoughts now deferred
Float in my mind

Safe from all harm
Peaceful and calm
Soothing with balm
Time to unwind


7th December 2014


Theme 1 - Remember what peace there may be in silence...

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Written: January 27, 2024
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"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you. Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle...

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Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name, 
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity of a heavenly place,
Strumming beats esoteric, vying ataraxis of ethereal grace.

Reserved for you and I, is a secret temple, tolling...

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It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!

Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my chest?

Or do I strive to improve myself?
Or do I accept you as you are,
Or love me for who I am?

Should...

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Everyone has an 
inner child
My inner child
Is apart of me
When it is quiet
I hear hew speaking

Sometimes she will cry
I do not know why
Why she feels this way
Only she knows why
She could be happy 
That is rare for her

I  would speak to her
Finding her reason
When...

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Growing out of childish pranks,
With the storm and stress of turbulent teens,
I locked within my mind’s cupboard,
A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished.
Rough it was, though fancifully done,
The silhouette of a masculine figure,
The Gallant who would reach one day,
To hold my hand and own me...

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I ride the vibrant crests
Of a tangerine moon
Glowing across stardust ridges
Where inspiration tickles
My heart with laughing dewdrops

I drift on the edge of a smiling
Emerald forest filled with
Whispery pines and strong oaks
All the trees remind me why
The birds make a home on branches
With their bristling, dancing...

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All people,
Are born with an inner voice.

Those, 
Who delight themselves in listening to it,
The voice becomes louder and clearer with 
The passing of time

Thus
 
Indicating the path one should follow in life 
For the light of truth to see

While

Those who ignore it, 
Or shut their...

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THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand here longing to slip underneath your decades of cold-rolled steel armor and touch the real you.

Your soft underbelly where your...

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Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.

In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world...

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When you look at your reflection in a mirror, what do you see?
I see a failure, and that failure is me.

I feel like I’m stuck yet I pace up and down.
My face is etched with a worrying frown.

The problem is I tend to fester and...

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Adrift in sweet reverie while composing my journal
I sense myself wandering streets in solemn austerity
'Tis such a blunt shift from my usual musings nocturnal
To what do I owe this odd disturbing disparity?

In this vision I plod narrow alleys austere
A familiar dream within I-him I'm now...

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