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Best Poems Written by Skaidiv Morjin

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Halley

Oh shooting star!

Burnt out bright across a sky
thier wonder in your light
a frozen trail of tears you leave behind

Their laughter at your sparks
I have felt your ash
You roam lost within the dark
I run to where you've crashed

I've ran so fast so far to where you are
Oh fickle little shooting star

And

Oh shooting star!

Burnt out lost within a sky
They all cheer
They cannot see you wave goodbye

Oh shooting star!

I sigh despite their smiles 
for the further you have flown
I know the faster you will die

So fly

fly away shooting star 


Love

Sky

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Goodbye

Give me your goodbye 
Give me away

Give me that stone cold expression of your precious face; 
Give me that old, slow confession of your pestered faith 

Give me swift heartbreak;
Give me quick heartache
 
Give me my pain.
 
Give me that runway;
Give me that runaway
 
That stumbled weak kneed;
That "why me?" God prayer 

Give me your goodbye
Give me away.

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Ballerina

You are found at fingertips like a marionette,
Quatre pirouette, coupe jeté, grand plijé, brise amourettes,

Why do you do these:

All the time

All the time

For me

For me 

When There’s nothing that I give
You bent, you bend backwards arriere cambre
Break your heart on display 
leave your heart on the stage

All the time

All the time


For me 

For me

Like a ballerina 

Like a ballerina


     with a one ...two

            a one ...two

            "I want you"

            "I want you"

i can see 

i can see


                       a one ...two ...three
                         a one ...two ...three
                            a one ..two ...three

                        a three ...four

                        "i want to be!"
                            "i want to be!"
                               "I want to be!..."
                         "...Be yours"

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Old Friend

Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts
Memories become passive figurines playing with my hands like a toy
I find myself sometimes inside the guise of a boy

And I find myself a while engulfed in all these times 
Behind the walls of one eyed cupboard doors
For hide and seek:  I’ve blocked myself so many times that I just couldn’t reach
All! of this past 
And I just cannot breach the breadths of casted open glass
That seems to keep me here
Whereby I connect with you always

Inside my heart you play
Buzz, hand tennis and marble games
Remember Mrs what’s-her-name that kept us late after class?
For our handwriting tests and English grammar left unpassed
Old friend?
Remember the Robin Hood play?

 
Remember all that we have done, that all seems crystal clear
And all the time, the good times
The times that now have disappeared

As we stand behind the doors of where we once were found
With laughter, cheers, sighs and dropped brows
Good friend and now
Memories silently glide by behind like little ghosts

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For You Are Art

There may be masterpieces I do not need
They may be thee most beautiful pieces I’d ever see
But they are hallow canvases hung on a soul
Fine bits of nothingness that I’d leave in the cold 

For you are art! 
Beneath your pottered body parts there hides your heart
Beneath your sculpted eye lids there lies the stars
And Beyond your lips lies soothing words unspoken

My love... i hope your heart never gets broken
I hope that these warm arms will always remain open

I hope that your love will always be the message of your art
The premise of your soul
Love i will never let you go!

For you are art!

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In the Root of My Heart

What is this in the root of our heart? 
Anchored like a star in darkest sky 
A Star that Burns in the hollows in the depths in our very own hearts root! 

the attributes of my art of my craft 
Carved, cast, hard, sharp
In my root in your root and blooms through the fruits of our heart
It pumps pulses shoots through the root
Lunges stoops to a truth that you are my youth
In the core in the pores that stands knocks at the doors of my heart, in the root That none can breach loose and in the core that none can remove 
in the deepest part of my soul
There firm in the root of my heart 

We saw joy, we saw purpose, we saw God, 
Upon the banks by the stream within the seams of a being 

And found a half, a major piece, a part 
of you and of me 
Grafted, fastened, plastered
A peaceful path, a raft, a question answered set free 


Love It was me for you, it was you for me
 like the branches that bind a tree 
And like the sheaths that mould an ark
Here within the hollows 
Within our empty hollows 
within that root 
the deepest root 
within the root of our own hearts

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The Victor Frankstien

Charcoal art with phoenix ash sculpt with medusa eyes  
My art runs kicking    
My art beats alive
 
Pluck loose quills up out my heart and engraft my skin with metaphors,          
Mold my debris upon cemented floors,                
Into living imagery, vividly un-simmered! Un-timidly bewildering things livid,  you got to live it,    
It is art entranced in dis-seamed meaning -no strands                         
Like unstrung puppets klopse marched or zulu danced -no hands      
God singing through the Sistine chapel ceiling

Art is alive I heard art weeping on walls -Mona Lisa cries    
You see you may have tried, 
but you can never kill art, Art never dies   
for art takes the dab on the jaw and is immortalized 
Hung merrily smiles swinging on nooses like Tarzan on great vines
un-buried alive
excavated, repeated and perpetually illustrated from your basement to the frames and the walls of exhibition stages ink off the pen on the pages to the corners of a pavement that were once vacant and inescapable escape vent for things felt unseen and ignored from heartbreak to beauty and awe

       
Art kicks out the coffin door and kisses you on the forehead 
throwing dirt and roses at your face
sheds a tear recites creeds & eulogies for ceremonies then shape shifts and trades place 
for art will never be dead
Art defies both time and space 

And

you don't know art
Art is not a concept
Art is not a chord a text a sketch or a complex
You will find "art" within the composition of a heart literally figuratively grammatically reality  
 
you may try to see art 
truth is you have to be art


you just have to be true
art is when you are free to express being the real you

art is alive

art
 
art is a life

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Wave of Fantasy

We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,  
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul, 
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow 
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
 Vegetate a garden of Compiegne lustful deceit,
 And profanely reap the dreams that seem too far to reach,
 Expedite in space time continuums of monads and adversities,
 Validate the limits of Heisenberg’s uncertainty,
 Certainly only to find you with me,
 In hypothetical pasts that existed in these realities,
 In dreams and pageantry indeed and fallacy,
 Magically i.e. quantum mechanically,
 Up up and beyond the pragmatic obtuse notation,
 Lets escape on a star by motions of Schrödinger equations,
 To serotonin states of patience, 
 With excepted placement and by our astral tribes,
 Who could pedagogically prove the metaphor of how two worlds collide, 
 Rotary rotary Concaved, convex photonic light distributer!
 Does this automaton hold my heart within her future?
 The fate absoluter the limited suitor,
 I'd experience this attraction if I was robotic.
 Cardio hydraulics id drowned for you in a heartbeat,
 If you depart this 3-dimensional carcass and were not mine
 Move slower than the speed of darkness and remain lost in the past a thousand times! 
 I'd substantiate the replicas of emotional bliss,
 Though we know that Love isn’t real, I know that this is,   
 And if the dead souled quantized ruled from above,    
 I'd forever encode my hard drive with the algorithms of us.

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When I Think of You Ifl

When you were no more

I felt a distance.
That of absolute solitude
Like lost stars within infinities
That have both petrified and imploded.

I felt like ice.
Frozen, stunned and vaguely shedding.
In a sea of torrents of sorrows and bitter emptiness

I felt like 
The biggest part of me ran off without a goodbye or sign thereof.
To never land
Like I was falling
And I would never land.

I felt like
You
You were that part of me.
That magnified my being.
Made me feel more than and not equal to or less.

And now alas

I feel imaginary, insolvable, the square root of a negative value.
A little less than nothing
A little more than stagnant

This is.

When I think of you

And

You are not.

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Ghost Bolero

Why are you found between the silences after culminations of art?
The pianissimos of ballad chords
I whisper a song beneath the hollows of my lips with eyes closed as if to pray.
And as if to say: 
You are everywhere.

As I ghost bolero alone with mannequins made of air.