Long Unheld Poems

Broken wings 
slurred speech
 cracked halos all around me
Shattered heart
 unmade plans
 fake apologies and unheld hands

To many hurt to many gone to many kids continue to be taught wrong
It's said many ways blamed on...

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I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well

I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which...

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The air around me is cold, a hollow ache within my bones. 
Darkness consumes my vision, my dreams are ink spilled on a page.
My shoes are filled with stone, my eyes adrift in a river...

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Every day I awake in a place where the sky
is a mist mourning sleep. I stumble on a tower—
leaning, broken, alone. Its stones call my name 
like someone trying to rouse me, like someone 
who’s...

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Helplessness seeks help in despondency
When resources slip out of porous hands
A tacit realization of innate inadequacy
Devours the dregs of impaired self-esteem.

The feeling sinks in the pool of pale psyche
Averse however to breathe the air of...

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I truly sit and I ask and think why me?
For all the good I put in the world I gotten bad double in return.
I feel alone, outkast, not right in my skin
Its so hard to...

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In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her name resonates gently 
recalling moments,
of cheek touched whispers 
yet hands...

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THE NEW DAWN


Sitting, relaxed, atop the cool grass-filled rock,

Jutting out proudly over the calm blue ocean,

I stared in stoned-wonder; held captive 

By the magnificent rising of the yellow sun, 

Ascending, gracefully, across the serene horizon,

And...

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On a frosty opaque day in windy winter 
I, an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil 
by the young aggressive ones spreading branches,
walk out of the green forest in sheer desperation. 

Crossing...

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The poet had said :
The world is a stage.

The stage

First Scene
Flood of spotlights
The actor in centre-stage, walks straight
The eyes looking up to the sky
The hands intimately hold, and held
The footsteps close, walk alongside
The figures liked,...

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Is there happiness in the finite?

Of course not.
How could there be?

Like a cup too small for the ocean,
like a clock chasing its own hands,
like love letters
crumpling at the edges,
their ink fading into longing.

Happiness—
if we must...

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No Imposter, I

Should I once ignore your smile
Call the undertaker
For I be dead unless I be
Imposter fraud or faker

Yet should I be, blind to thee
Even should a fraud I be
Interloper still would see
The beauty that...

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No path exists that has an end
Nor soul can bar the way
No horizon with a lonely heart
at end of every day

No course unfolds without a friend
Nor hand to go unheld
No world could be that tears...

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On a frosty day in winter an old defoliated tree 
denied the sky and the soil by the younger ones
walks out of the green forest in sheer desperation.
Crossing barren lands goes to a modern city...

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Today while walking together with reverent hands
There are so many unheld books within my unkempt dreams
to the wonderful man that bestows my passions has worn
as we walk together holding hands, in the dove-gray sands

Within our...

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