Best Scarified Poems

Pierced by shards of shattered glass 
Deeper and deeper you stab me 
With lies and venomous words 
Dissecting my heart piece by piece 
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose 
I’m dying … 
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul 
Drip 
Drip 
Drip 
Into...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered...

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Snowfall In April 

 The snowflakes that fell this morning were big 
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and 
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already...

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the fires of punishment growing cold nightmares cracking
houses on the edge of sound howling silent hosts flashing
scarified hands fashioned like relics on the fringes of reason
exploding emotions in a caravan of lost whispers penetrating
the logical laws made for all to perish within evenings of flies
biting...

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The longer this remains
The wider, more acute the chasm.
My rendered heart
Split like axed firewood
Becomes a torrid canyon 
Numbed by disgrace 
Scarified, picked clean by despair 
The walls steepen 
Slippery with sweat
Glistening 
Like my eyes
Though I say nothing 
Though I look on, calm
As one who finds...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No human hand shall guide the contraption
Though flesh of the wretched...

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I will rise when my People return. 

With hard eyes,
clinched fists,
and a cold heart. 

I will paint myself for war.  

With feathers tied in my hair.  
Scarified and singing of the old days. 
A whistle and blood for the old ways.  

I...

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Startled by the pack as he awoke, he froze,
eye's darted back and fourth, Dam!, no where to go,
a mists his hazy wake a shadow drew near,
he sensed familiarity, but move he did not dare.
The shadow spoke so softly to him in his mind, 
reminded him...

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I BELIEVE EVERY WORD WE WROTE WILL FILL EVERY SPACE IN THEIR THOUGHTS
IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE TO MAKE OUR PENS BLEED
LIFE IN HIS OWN RIGHT HAS BEEN CRUEL TO US LIKE MOTHERS WHO WILL VIOLENTLY 
DENY THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS THE MILK IN...

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I once thought of running down the street and facing the on coming vehicle, 
I once had the thought that I was all a bad luck,
I once looked at myself In the eye and said am nothing but a failure,
I always run cause I know...

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A great wall covers me.
Hiding and hindering me.
Speechless, powerless, and helpless I grow.
Too fast, too good to be true.
With no hesitation, not even one minute was wasted.
Swept me out of my comfort zone, like a strong desert wind.

I become zero.
Living a shadow.
Hollow, and sorrow germinates...

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The Voice that spoke into being
Before the world began
Everything we see around us
He spoke them into being
The stars, the moon, the sun that shines
Birds and beasts of every kind
Created at the sound of His Voice.

The Voice that said one day
“Let us make man”
In Our image,...

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the Cain and the Abel,
appeared at the love contest,
for a beauty!

oh! scarified the beautiful dove
both of them
on the sake of the Examiner,
they expected good result
though one of them was not perfect examinee

ah! became disappoint the one!
won one the beauty
(cause beauty always for the beautiful mind!)

oh!...

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Your face I remember clearly as the sky that I once saw

The color your eyes turned as the sun hit them

Amber, like the sand on the beach where children run free
The way you made me feel free and childish
Amber, like the fire that would burn...

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