and selfless abandon…
and a determined willingness
to listen…
can real conversation begin!
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broke down,
faces peeled,razor knives.hands cut off,feet bloodied.mouths open,gulping air.eyes plucked outby the lies.souls barteredfor a cup of rice.flags burning,bodies strewn.the well oiled wheel,turns in spite.no god,could bear to look!
in your heart
where those withbroken wings go,to rest and to healin the arms of love…may i abide there forever!in your soul a cliff,where the daring goto test their wingsagainst freedom’s skies…may i leap from that cliff,without looking back!
whose heart lies broken,
the faintest hint of light?whose soul is bruised,whose lips are scarred?whose tears fall,like thunder in a cementary?whose silence burns,in the bitter cold?whose breath hanging,like clouds in the sunset?whose hunger sharpens,the web and the cave?whose longing, whose storms,whose desire that howls?whose life hanging,and who carried the cross?who are we if not lovers,if not dreamers who dream.if…
did love then crucify you?
is then the ground you walk on shaken?did the last star fall from the sky?did everything you believed in crumble?did your very heart walk out the door?do the tears you’re crying taste like blood?does the very night sound like a hammer?and now the wind comes as your only soulmate…as water drips from the faucet of…
you are….
beneath the eyes of my heart.words intimately spoken,falling on an empty room.the broken wheel,left spinning in the dust.the letter carried by crows,to the snowbound north.you are…the faucet dripping,the candle hidden in a drawer.the sound of the spoon,falling to the floor.that pair of old shoes,and a copper kettle.the smell of perfume,become the stink of time.you are….
tis the knock on the door you’ve dreaded…
the weary lay down to sleep,snow falls on rust colored leaves.are you then left with old photographs,the sound of a voice you dimly remember…and memories that unfurl like chapters,every time you turn off the light.the tears you cried, for him, or for you?he does not need your tears anymore.he is not dead, but simply at…