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Wendy Stein Poem
She seeks her enlightenment with hunger like a wolf
Trapped in a sacred bubble shrinking with licked wounds
Pushing out the people once vital now twice pierced
With the absence of the presence and the love now just a breadth
Of the time she spent asking mother am I empty?
Fill my spirit forthright with the love I thought I dreamt
For this life is temporary and the time is scarce
And all I dare to do is take your eyes and gouge
Trying to remove your truth and glean mine obliged
You will not waver and even blind I feel the warmth
I will stop you with my fear and my anger and my prompts
How dare you love me wrongly as we live in different worlds
Mother do you love me; are you gone and now an angel?
I am never gone my dear though you thought me a monster
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The yellow cat sits
Staring at the bird outside
Contemplating lunch
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The black cat slumbers
Bathing in the morning sun
Dreaming of witches
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Wendy Stein Poem
biting
into the peach
flesh flailing
in my mouth
crawling inside
melting meat
swallowing sin
feeling it float
further down
pit seeking
sweet sound
vast vibration
roots roaring
up and down
through the ground
picking the peach
squeezing
silky
sustenance
sinking teeth
spirit found
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Wendy Stein Poem
Heaven and Hell are spaces in our mind
Precious real estate taking us over
Seeking consolation never to find
Through senses deceptively hence smolder
Stagnant in solitude, whisper’s wonder
Soothing the sixth sense over senseless thought
Selfishly satisfying we blunder
Can’t purchase the key God already bought
The stretching gate constant thus not snapping
Twisting down earth ravenous for relief
Stabbing stars enraging the napping
Lusting on the ever looping belief
The gate to our hell our mind inside locks
Keys burning our hands as God again knocks
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She skates along the edge of sanity.
The line between disaster and divine.
Heart now tasting the inhumanity,
without the lonely sip of the sweet wine.
Digging whilst drowning the depths of darkness,
rummaging righteousness religiously.
God bleeding sunshine into her starkness,
pruning the soul hath lost prodigiously.
Placing the lotus seed into the earth,
seed splicing and spiraling down and up.
She senses the sprouts swaying, giving birth,
spilling atop the ground below the cup.
Watering new life, soaking up the ground.
Flower below the earth, above the mound.
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I run and I dance, around and behind,
picking up the golden pieces that fall.
Chunk of heart here, a bit of soul no mind,
shedding your glory, constructing a wall.
I follow, needle and thread in my care,
trying to mend you to stop my dreading.
You keep popping back open, quickly wear,
like that old teddy bear you keep shredding.
For I am just stitching crumbling coal.
Daughter are you even mine to repair?
My ship a vessel to nourish your soul.
I feed you with love God gave me to wear.
For I leave my spirit gaping with holes.
I’m threading your heart and stabbing my soul.
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The birds stop singing
huddling under branches
waiting for sunshine
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The rain is pouring
smearing the rainbow colors
into purple haze
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walk
in light
see my shade
dip your toes in
bathe in the beauty of my earthly soul
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