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Fortress of night

In silence  I breathe.

The longing to go so deep it hungers within me

Forcing me to tumble into the abyss of loneliness that carves its mark in me

In persuasion, I drive myself to feel happy

To exert myself and tire myself to the point where I shall not feel

Feel nothing…

Where nothing to me is better than all the pain and solitude that crowds my very being

What then can help?

Exhaustion momentarily makes me forget,

People laugh, cheer and in a glimpse of light I am at peace

But once again I retreat, fall back on the only thing that spurs me

One that makes my heart accept this magnitude of sorrow and still love life,

I fall into my world, my peace, my fortress of night…

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Winter

Time, like an aged gardener,

Still tends the garden of the year,

And when the summer sweets have lost,

He weaves the scentless flowers of frost

 

When too the forest boughs have shed,

Their generation of the dead,

And against the stars the sacred trees,

Spread out their naked traceries.

 

And in the night an amorous moon,

Sings to the sea a tender tune,

And all the star-encrusted sky,

Shivers in silent ecstasy…

 

For beauty thus not only grow,

Within the wine cup of the rose,

But like a hermit clad may be,

In the garment of austerity.

 

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Silence

In the silence of my heart, I hear.
I hear the voice of He who brings me cheer,
For my Lord and king is always there.

I trembled and cried and to my rescue He came,
Without even the strength to call he came

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Refusing to accept

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They are two,
Two yet they function as one,
Though they do not accept the need,
The raw emotion that seeps through their beings,
Instructing them to follow,
Still they reject, push pull
And because of their need,
They can’t break free,
Holding each other in sync
they become intimate
going deeper than ever
yet refusing, once again, to accept
so layers by layers they peel
Revealing themselves
still they stay
Refusing to accept

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. . . . .

To enter anew and leave the old,

Not forgetting the pain, humiliation and anger,

He ripped me open pulling it all out in one wrenching grasp,

I clenched at the feeling,

and the intense pain began to wash over me,

Pouring out till numbness took over me.

I fell into a coma, my body shutting off,

Needing to heal, to remove, to repair the damage caused…

So in the deep sleep i stayed,

Even after the body had healed,

The mind rejected, refused to open,

to succumb to the torment once more…

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The Kiss

The passion well spent,

The bitter sweet, aftermath of the kiss,

Awakening the soul,

Stirring the blood as brew,

Releasing the mind from captivity,

Caressing the thoughts in to a senseless abyss,

it begins to drown its possessors in a new sea,

Conusming it leaves no chance to flee,

For trapped within they be,

Floating in a pool of ecstasy,

Savoring its rich taste,

Absorbing its delicious scents,

Growing in vigor within,

One that completely controls the being,

Leaving only instincts it takes over,

Pulling, Pushing, Gaining and Giving.

All in the power of a drugging kiss