Tag: mystic poetry

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Haunting

Smokey listeners

Reaching for the shallow limbs of black

They sink and wail to discover life

And so I remain, printed and somewhat flaky 

Together, forested in fictions

I lie to myself when I stretch out of the hopeful comforts

I’m picked as bark

The dog days are quite holy; haunting 

The body was muddy and dug out of void

Being, holy as well

Peer through 

Identify me, then leave me to be, leave me alone

As I grow feral to the moans of cicadas 

I will touch the golden skies in faith

The ones I indulge in and tell stories about

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Black Sheep

I can go anywhere and find home on my skin
Resting in dew
What’s new
When strangers are blue
Sketched and watercolored onto blocks
I’m an iridescent rock with moss
I wrap my locs when I’m around em
Pretend I’m Medusa, not a bit hesitant
And my shadows vow to move exactly how I move
As I pretend to blend in as if I belonged here
I dodge small talk
I know real voices, true hearts
I’ve mastered how to mirror; starting over less foreign than I
I knew I was alright
I was a locust bite, bitter
In the cool hybrid air
I made my way through the stolen
What I gave away could never keep up
My gift was melted and sculpted
Sometimes I’d call it love

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Out

Spread out

To disappear

I’m distracted

My mind’s not near

My mind’s tuned in

Tuned out

I’m not walking forward

Spaced out

I’m a broken clock

A broken record

And I’m upside-down

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Secrets

They would call me insane if they knew of the voices I have above my head
They would call me insane if I told them of my enlightened mind
So they want us to think aloud
And share all our secrets?

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Lifted

Hovering by my bedside

With some lips that tucked me in

Nothing special to keep us up all night

We made sure when we’re together we’re lifted

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Still

The window is broken but you open it still

Creating mass and spaces to sit on

To worry about; challenge freedom in

You help me speak and understand nothing

There is no right or wrong with you

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You

The mystic, the wonder

The ending of my cycles

Severed as selfish stings of venom

It’s you

It’s you

You gave, oh yes you did

Fickle flavor created my taste

And as my appetite fluctuates

I choose to starve

Washed over in drought

Sand dunes and Florida watered illusions

I see you

I saw you

I thank you

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Persistent Light

The light stood erect in the moonlight

Attempting to project its glare

Onto the damp bay

Struggling glint cutting in bits and pieces

By the selfless oak shining in the spotlight

And as I observed through broken glass

I raise concern and a sense of identity with the persistent light

If I should admire all that survives

all that clears the ridged paths

In vigorous praise or failure

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Rupture

My reality squirmed and dripped

Spawning frostbite and shower

On an ego so willing

Soul winning

In admiration you’d twist

Once more strong man

Earth’s rider

Street survivor

Drink up

I feed you hidden disaster

Hoping to expose you

Piece by pieces

I overflow into you

Gargling and painfully saturated

You chew

And may your heart set before your stomach ruptures