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Silence of the Dammed

If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
 
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.

Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.

The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.

Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.

Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still! 
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.

Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.

To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.

Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.

All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.

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Shilly Shally Way

Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't  really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power. 
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!

This blanket does not warm you. 
The bed it has been made. 
But lying in it is your choice. 
Fly away fly away fly away.

Find the inartificial being hidden somewhere. 
Why remain incognito?
Is reality to much to bear?

Dicovery a stangest stranger
inapt of complement to one I knew
For a soul as wonderous can not covert.
This being is not you

Shilly shally all the day.
Tell me why I cannot pervade 
Do I sear also?
Being part of your pain? 
If that is th case I cannot remain.

But where will I go, 
and where will you be,
when and if it's discovered,
that we are a we?

Shilly shally I say !
I must go away 
I am the unreal one, I cannot stay
no longer shilly shallied way

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Stupor

Youth I say now, How?
Is it possible renascent.
One cannot understand, one cannot remake.
Can one pay for others crimes and mistakes?

So sad to remember the impact just now .
For decades have passed of imperious vows.

I feel it, I taste it, I see it, I hear it.
I breath the foul aroma, the stink.
Are their perpatrators who go free
at the expense of you and me.
We sink.

Oh regret, go away I beg.
Be not a dwelling place in me. 
Resileant be the ability. 
Cairn is past.
Sprit fly free.

Mirror, I searched and examined and gazed.
Realizing such I admired youth and all its desires.

But who am I now?
No longer scanty.
I'll become an inducement, I will yield

Do I long for discreet thoughts somewhere burried? 
Why bother now?
If indignity I have married.

Now aware of what comes to my brain,
I take a bag and breathe laaborously.
Recalling words said to me
"My tender If only I knew".
It is finished.
I am sorry.

Going in shame.
Knowing I'll never be the same.

No please not yet. 
Pushing shouting..oh no!
Enveloped in sweat,
an oh so gentle pain.

Back up! stop! oh yes.
Oh touch, oh surprize, oh the eyes.
The insincere show of such love.
While I die, yes just die.          
And yet corneous still abides as I run to my closet to hide.

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My Mom

How fortunate to know 
a chairwomen who sings.
One scrupulous in nature and 
conductor of our being.
 
We the railings. 
She the baluster.
For we know where we stand with her
ascending or descending.

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Witches Brew

Is the witches brew through?
The stirring seems endless.
The turns ceaseless.
Heat so intense, sitting apon 
such hot, hot, ambers.

The pot is heavy and old,
its handle weak.
It seems to be hanging on a thread.
Over and over the stirring does not cool.
The bubbling is hindered instead.

I am not the stirrer really .
I am not the pot.
Nor am I the ambers hot.
Nor the brew I'm not.

Ah!  these are things that come from where?
Not from me is what I care.

Where do I belong?
Why stay in this fire?
I am free.

OH do I say I am useful here.
I lie!
For I am not vetable, beef, poultry or sea food.
Nor am I a spice.
Where do I fit in?
Well! in my own life. 

Its ok! you will make it.
Prepare your own brew.
I now know which is mine.

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Empty Arms

It wasn't very long ago It seems my heart does say.
I felt another's beating on my breast  thoughout the day.

I'm lonely for its friendship and its
longing and its need.
I am missing all the warmth it gave 
its desires so to please.

Arms oh empty arms, 
what are you holding now?
They are as they would have no child.
I am still... and wondering how. 

You see they carry sadness 
For nothing can replace,
the beating heart of a pure child; 
head and shoulder of pure grace.

It wasn't very long ago it seems my heart does say 
I felt another 's beating on my breast throughout the day.

Oh empty arms longing to be filled;
the memories cause tear. You are missed.
Happiness has been stolen, and there is no place for bliss.

With memories of the past thats gone and me the heart demands,
You reclaim what has been taken, and fill your empty hands

Oh its gone I know! I know!  I cry!
Oh! How deep the sadness be, I wish it me that died.
So difficult the sore, the void, Oh one desires to sleep,
and wake up just to feel the heart, the loss that made me weep.  

C. SwAk & L

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Misguided

Taste, bitter taste,
swallowing such effort,
chocking would diminish
If death came.
To be only death.

For I have tried to understand, and my tears diffused. 
My eyes and my heart bulge.
The oposteriori words are void
to my precious.

How can I sing an athem of pride.
when the eves of my larenx collapse form my tears,
and the music is dismissed in the rubble.

Not accepting or drawing my sword toward 
the heaviness and undesired sorrow,
Desease...distress?
Who inflicted?
Who lied?
Who decieved?
Who?

Not really known, 
yet the burden of responsibliity accuses.
I have committed a crime!
I wonder will you too charge me?

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Grief

Oh abyss!  
The breath deep provides no alleviation
of this painful thought of loss.

Oh Relievo my presious!
Oh Relievo my love!

If only to briefly hear my lamentations
and witness how it fails my pleading heart begging your recovery.

Carry me off, away, I must not know this sensation.
My mind, my limbs, my spirit, and where they abide desire no words,
but only from the familiar lost.

Depart not you, but pain!
Please wake me from this dream!
This dream is horror.
If not such, put me there!
Quickly I charge the cause.
This absense, this longing, this lacking does'nt pause.

Memories do not hold me well. 
You are in heaven now. 
But I, I am in Hell

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Past

Grind Grind oh mind,
and hear the restless breath. 
Experience the impatient eye
wanting all and yet preserving its fate.
What and why? 
Bewildered at what your mind may state.   

Some hands are pure.
Some care but so very long in time.
Worn and faint,
for  the impertinence of the inflictor is unveiled.
A striped searched soul shouts
"This is not so!"

To find one is cursed with a tender heart and pure hands,
only to have been waisted on the folly of wickedness,
So late.                                                                                                        

Realize only true desire satisfaction hindered is anguished for the lacking.
Either way there is a penance to pay
While in the troubled water of ones mind and discontent 
I see no Try Sail but me.
So ...you did not think,
nether did your fail.

Past, you're over 
Celebrate now !
Postpone now you're agony of things no longer real.

You have waken from a long sleep.
Yawn, stretch, arise,  the promise of love to yourself please keep.
And  into your future take a leap

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Co-Dependence

Whoa......Whoa......Whoa......
Dwelling deep in thought.
Time of realization of the being within frustrates.

Is it a curse?
As I wonder and wonder and fiqure to solve.
Why is everyone glancing at me so?

The mirror says "quite normal,"
but nothing else I fear.
Slower are my steps than yours.
But my patence, endless...see.

I am me not you.
But so many, so different.
I hunger for my ailing differences.
keep me down.
So...So...low.
Falling continually deeper and farther.

Wondering, 
Will I ever eat the fruit of my being as everyone else has.
I am not you, or your keeper.
I am not your commodity.
Yes I am very needed, yet the world rejects my type,
except a clothe to cling some dirt.
A rug, It has it's uses,
But me... much more.

How can one take flight and fly out of the pit?
The dust clothe, the rug, are not laundered ever.
They are heavy with dirt and sticky with element that never leave.
And what does one do with stains?

So cursed, so sad,
So co-dependant.

Yet so needed!

Yes I need me.  Take flight.