Long Unhealing Poems

I hope you make it by yourself. 
I’m at a point whereby pointing fingers won’t help anymore
A point whereby this vodka won’t help anymore
Sleeping pills won’t help anymore
I can’t fight anymore
Can’t start any war.

I can’t...

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Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit
Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile 
Going back to my roots...

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If only you knew,
How many tears I've shed...
Or how painful it was,
To let you go...

The only way I could subdue the pain,
Was to accept my lost...

But thru it all,
The pain was still deep within...
A deep...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
    keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins ...

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Who will cry for the little boy,

Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.

The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,

These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh

To him are medals of honour

testimonies...

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You left us John, yet life goes on
                        
   ...

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Why give up 16days 
To places and faces love forgot 
To the prescriptions of sorrows choas begot
To the floods of humiliations inspired by turbulent times 
To anxiety dangling on a ledge tormented by the exhaustions...

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Bloodlet me, my precious
You can make this my willing sacrifice
To cure me of impurity, of sickness.
Cut gashes into my face.
Discard chunks of my body.
These cliffs into my mind,
Scars of unhealing, they save me.
Blotch my red...

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Words are double-edged swords

  On one hand, they're used to teach and inspire
       They're used to express love, to charm, 
   To communicate wants and needs...

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Sad the heart 
sick the mind
from world 
of commotion
retiring
past reliving
motionless drifting
to wall mind
hanging museum
odorless images
soundless captions
spirit of senses
still pricking
heart 
joy seeking
switching from 
dreaming
to present of
gadgets unhealing
blowing away walls  
breathing out
relics
dropping its shoes 
of backward...

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Life...
On the wake of a new morning...
With countless hopes ascending...
And endless dreams ever knocking...
In excitement of a new beginning...
By persuasions smoothly rolling...
Sometimes with courage unrelenting...
Other times terrible and despairing...
Into desertions of lights dimming...
Yet in irresistable...

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Temperate tongues mingle and press,
And i cant lick without tasting sweet,
My tongue glides up your leg but not past your dress.
The power of unhealing emptiness needing to be stuffed seems to cross your feet.
Endurance is...

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There is a part of me,
That I keep locked up and have no key,

At least, I say, one can not be found,
yet, here it comes flowing forth, like water from the ground,

Tears I feel weeping,...

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Ending of the thought
does not bring a lull.
It is a sequel beyond 
my reach. An old extrication,
I dig for my roots. 
The forgotten names, 
the unhealing wounds of a doctrine,
a tiny memory of pulsating embryo,
not...

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My Heart is just an organ no memory does it have
The blood it pumps through my viens, is an unhealing salve
I often wonder, what is LOVE; a strange concept to me
Will I ever know of...

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Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heartache beckons me to fall
A river of tears my destination
Do I heed my pain's endless call?

That ache down deep in my stomach
A feeling of eternal loss
There's no turning back...

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Uninhibited violence. The disappearing
she-factor in stem cells at sunset point,
which could not collect the evidence.How
the tomb-sweeping stopped and
candles blown out ?              This...

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I was pierced!
My heart that first time fell in love to a woman of my dream
beyond all doubts, took no shame of any humiliations
But I, who accepted her, felt the unbearable pain of sharpest sword...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded...

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He says he loves me, but I caught him cheating.
So why keep lying, my angers not reseading.
How long has it been going on for?
What number am I, I feel so torn.

Two?
Five?
Seven?

I have to let you...

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