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Kayden Duale Poem
Graceful curve of the flower enriched with mystery
melting away any bubbling misery
walking towards the beauty.
(I'm looking to pull this special flower today.)
Wait shall I praise the wonderous bloom
with fragrant colors infused within me soon
something to admire on a daily
choosing between multiple types that look equally lovely.
(I just want to love you.)
The vanilla scent which never fades
you rose from a bed of vibrant shades
to hold and caress -
in your walk stems artistic introduction
keep me within your symmetrical seduction
And in your radiance glimmers across the horizon and seas
its in your nature to please while you tease -
but i cant lie, your approach continues with ease
to compare your style with nature only makes sense.
How lucky can one be to build a connection that's so intense!
I pluck the fascinating petals of an orchid.
Copyright © Kayden Duale | Year Posted 2025
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The end has come while the rest wasent found.
Lurking truths have seeped into every sound.
The misery is loud.
Trying to wash the wounds from all my cuts.
It rises from the bottom of my guts.
Why was it not written to remain as love.
Looking for the answers beneath each cup.
Never knowing if it could have been.
This entire saga has been one bad dream.
Now I must keep walking into the abyss.
Will I ever find true bliss.
Missing each and every kiss.
The journey was bumpy to say the least.
The arguments generated an uneasy feast.
Creating constant agony as we never stayed happy.
A lonely path was written for me, As I spill the tea.
I thought I was in control.
Her words were strong in packs as they whispered to capture.
Did she realise that her weapon created the demolition of chapter.
Copyright © Kayden Duale | Year Posted 2025
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A ryhthm playing without any percussion is empty.
Sleeping on the mission, theres too many three's, unequal to twenty.
Break free while you can, Chocking to the music, save me with harmony.
The melody has become evil, killing when heard, dress me with armory.
Never fear, that my love is endless, hold on to time.
Waiting in the misty gloom, drained in energy, cannot hear that heavenly chime.
I wonder why, abandoned a long time ago, the beasts have risen.
Their presence have decayed the soil, buried deep in our minds too far gone to listen.
I want you to hear me, like you've never heard before, keep that thirteen indoors.
Joint ventures adapted into demonic deals, mastering the art of hiding within floors.
The deal continued, it reached the major end, one where it spread as wildfire.
Bellowed help across the abyss, shadow in front, and yet he whispered liar.
The current playlist is now rigged with messages, poisening in depths.
This is where the reboot of a new piece shall be created, in uncontaminated breaths.
A peace and loving begining, darkness is past now, awaiting truthful smiles.
Uplifting with detailed words, understood by everyone, let us flee from known styles.
If I make my way to the top of the chain, will they embed me with scurrilous fiction.
At the full moon, words being yelled into the night, their brewing the haunting malediction.
I continue to ignore their ranting, its this current creation I've considered a work of art.
Its ready for release, in order to dine for victory, it all starts with a secret song in your heart.
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As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay.
Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray.
Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan.
Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’.
All my concerns point to the future.
People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture.
Every aspect of what’s known has been taken.
Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken.
You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired.
Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope.
Its okay you don’t have to be scared.
When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty.
That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see.
Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters.
I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters.
Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains.
Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.
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Creation is something that many have embarked to acheive
My belief is to get out of the way of trying to create while rolling up my sleeve
The next step truly has its own journey, distance yourself from thinking too deep
A great idea or creation could end up as a technique too steep
It looks amazing once I eject myself out of the anomaly's plan
Where do these ideas come from? could it be my mood or my hand
A trust needs to appear for it is all that works in a moment of creation
It will happen once all the elements bind together when it comes into fruition
I'm proud to call myself an artist with multitudes of talents
Whether I'm sad, depressed or just joyfully absent
Infusing tricks that remain tacky or cheesy has no place in my arsenal
Or should I just be and allow without a mehtod that's enforceable
Creation is the process of channelling a wave of discoveries
Marked in crystal birthing of artistic prophesies
They already exist in disjointed pieces
My job is to unearth them and assemble the
Art.
Copyright © Kayden Duale | Year Posted 2025
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