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Poetry

Only And Always

The wind cannot be caught.

It cannot be moulded to perfection,

scraped and gutted

and made to be something other than

what it is.

The wind is only, and always, the wind.

And you

are only

and always

you.

Flow as you will.

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Poetry

Like I am

Deep within my heart

there is a river, raging on.

And I ask this river to be careful.

‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath.

‘Sway me,

always,

never to rush me,

never demand.

Hold me carefully, river.

Hold me carefully,

I am not like the others

made of brick and bone

and steel.

I am only like I am.

I am only like I am.

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Poetry

Beneath The Sad Moon

What is this softness

that takes my heart dancing

beneath the sad moon?

When aching life pours from the sky,

and my heart cries

to be heard

for once

without question.

Will I listen?

No.

I will hear,

but I will not listen, for fear,

of what?

The heart needs too much.

The heart needs too much

that I,

whoever I am,

cannot ask life to give.

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Poetry

A Little More Than This

I do not care to be seen.

I do not wish to scramble,

do not wish to fight my way

to the top

to be seen,

to be loved

a little more than this.

Perhaps I should try harder

to care.

Perhaps I should wish

that I might choose,

one day,

to fight like them

until I have been

chosen

and loved.

A little more than this.

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Poetry

The Clouds

Somewhere in the clouds

is where you will find me.

Am I broken,

or am I just me?

Floating,

somewhere beyond the day.

Floating,

not quite flying away.

As humanity goes,

I am far from normal,

and yet I’d not trade a cloud

for a rock, and a chance to be

normal.

What is normal?

What is this broken world

asking me to be?

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Poetry

It Seems Simple

It seems simple.

To live

as I am

always.

It seems simple.

To live.

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Poetry

All That I Am

I am all that I am,

and wherever I drift

on the wind of today

is as it should be,

is all that I am.

As it should be

is all that I am.

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Life

The Wilderness

Mmmm.

The wilderness within.

Let her rise

above the soft waves of propriety.

Let her unleash her greatest longings.

Let her fall into the darkest of nights.

Set her free, see her run

beyond form, beyond care,

beyond life.

Let her rise.

Let the wilderness

slowly

rise.

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Poetry

Yes, No, Life

Am I a good

and proper

human.

Yes.

No.

Life.

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Poetry

This Quiet Storm

I am me.

Just me.

Not who you think I am.

Not who you wish I would be.

Just who I am.

This quiet storm.

Me.