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The Farmer

As a farmer tills his soil,

He tires for the work is hardy,

While he plants the seed,

His hope begins. . .

Weeds grow threatening his harvest,

But diligently he removes them,

Saving his seeds,

Hence what he will reap.

At last! A fruit is produced!!

He pauses and wonders what plant he sowed,

For this was like none before,

One whose yields were dark and dry,

So daringly he tasted the fruit. . . .

The sweetness erupted through and melted his body,

Though the harvest was dry and wrinkled,

Its found richness brought peace to his soul,

Reminding the farmer to look not without but seek within.

RAISINS

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Zombie

Like a zombie I roam,
For a hopeless life is an endless life,
Void of all emotion,
Of which you have been robbed,
Robbed of what once was yours.

A soul cannot be replaced,
With cuts so raw and deep the body bled…
Bled, bleeds, bleeding…
Bleeding till you lay in a pool of blood,
Crying out in a whisper to he who cut.

He, not realising the pain he caused, stands.
To him you cry as you bleed,
The one who destroys is he you long for.
Longing for the abyss of pain,
Simply because its his…

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In the night

It all began clear as night. The 5 ladies came out at night.

With seduction in mind, the walked about,

Elegantly like a cheetah on the prowl,

Entering the land, they surveyed, selected and chose.

Unknown to them , 5 greater predators arose too in the night,

With hunger so raw, power so great and beauty so divine,

That one not dare attempt escape.

So they strolled, ready to seek out their prey for the night.

One by one, they paired,

drawn by blood calling to blood as a siren,

hidden under the masterful design of music,

they began to dance, shake and grind to the feel of the rhythm,

the thump of the drum as the swayed,

repeatedly the crashed, ready for each other.

in the music, the began to reveal,

exposing their canines for the animal had been called.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

in the morning all that remained was blood,

as the need was satisfied but in the night once again,

the animal must feed.

engaged

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Hollow

so hollow is the soul that rests within me,
an empty space,
huge but void,
like an abandoned log,
decayed by all around it,
it continues to rot,
dying and dying,
so that in death,
it may bring life

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Express

so long has the need to express been oppressed that it lost its face,
little by little it died, bleeding slowly the creativity in its veins till stone-cold it remained, without an ounce of thought, moving only by direction for its ability to be, was gone…