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Best Poems Written by Julie Forbush

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Inspiration

Always fleeting,
you tempt me with beautiful words from nowhere,
convincing me they are my own.
In the corner of my eye, a Muse
& suddenly anything is possible.
You haunt me;
sending visions of dark ink 
flowing from poised finger tips.
Finally, i give in,
relenting under high expectations
& promises of genius.
Reluctantly, i put pen to paper
& find that you've moved on.

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The Flowers of Despair

On wicked wings, in silent hours
comes this deadly, perfect flower
To steal the breath from sleeping Kings
& tear the hearts of porcelain Queens

With pale skin & sorrowful eyes,
in the dead of night she flies
Through any window, any door
& if no opening she finds,
she'll steal her way though quiet minds

Not a word does she speak
but with her eyes, your soul she'll reap
As far away, on distant shores
a soundless bell keeps count;
Another soul for her collection
as mourners weep in recollection

The Flower of Despair, she's called
& in the end, she'll reach us all.

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Beltane Chase

Hid in the dark pretending to be blind
& you found me with words
Clothed myself in light, thinking you’d search the shadows
But you knew my thought
Took shelter in noise to shut out the silence
& was revealed when no sound would touch me
Embraced the silence & refused to speak
But the words began to haunt me
So I stood before you 
& spoke my story
& you made it rain for me

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Cracked Headstones & Unfinished Thoughts

six writers in a cemetary
each scribbling at the ears of the others
focusing through drunken desire
what could be better?
these casscadeing lines, 
broken sonnets
shouted into fields of dead
cracked headstones & unfinished thoughts
Where have i been?
so many years squandered
i've sat here before,
in this very spot
& felt that somehow, 
it must be my own
i've read these lines before,
never quiet giving them life
now with the sound of name-dropping poets,
listing every friend, financer,
first love, & false start,
i realize
someday we will be the name-droppers,
recalling the first times
we spoke, read, felt
these words
or that line
never quite finished
with the list of beginings
first times

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Made Whole By the Destruction...

i climb the Mother's trees
& watch Her waves return to earth
as She cannibalizes Herself
& we are made whole by the destruction
we are the fruit of Her Death,
the life of Her seed
sewn into it's self

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The Infinite, the Indistinct

let the world fall
let light extinguish
let the beauty of all 
truth, life, nature
decay & fall
in slippery chunks 
past the windows
let the world bleed it's self out
in dingy-dark water color
& slide like rain from the rooftops
our rooftops, our windows
our world
falling 
graceless & graceful
over the last edge of sanity
the precipice
of all finalities

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A Fragment of Thought

wouldn't want
to give the world away
& those questions
they cut deep;
not the surface
but the center
without trying,
without looking
we reveal far more than we say

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Hieros Gamos

from the chalice in your hands
pour out your life to me
with this fluid essence
award my heart the potency
to conceive
the truth & light
the center of the sacred rites
of night
& all you are

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Other-Wise

you try on the horns
they never settle just right
you remember the first time
nervous long night
of sacrificial insights
silence shattered
by shrill screams & blood spatter
you try on the horns
nothing is ever like the first time
voluntary or otherwise

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Dark of the Morning On the Dawn of Your Lips

dark of the morning
on the dawn of your lips
words spoken
waking the world to worthiness
hours
broken with doubt
spilling over the edge,
somehow in feigning to fall
i’m caught
(but never captured)

i spill over
bursting
beyond speech

liquid
as understanding
moves quicker than thought