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My Truth
I have found
A new truth
More times than the days
I have seen pass
I have taught myself
And fought myself
And with every battle
I have avoided
The chains of mediocrity
In the darkest corners
Or on the highest peak
There has been no cavity
Large or small enough
To trap me
And therefore
I keep rising
Or keep falling
As my choices
Belong only to me
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Chase
I rode my bicycle
Faster than the wind
Branches and leaves
Of an olive tree
Grew out of my pants and
A giant black cape
Carried by the wind
Cracked as
I escaped
The dislocated world
Chasing me.
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To Love
I might be dead
As I feel your hand
I might blindly die
As I feel your hand
And you might live
And let me live
Alive or dead
As I feel your hand
Without a smile
Without a cry
As it touches
Soft and warm
At my throat
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Made In Humanity
A seven-year old child
Blew herself up
On the news
The next day
Minds were sharpened
For the lunch-break talk
To save us
From ourselves
Before we went home
To cheap wine and
Free Internet porn
And turned in
To the late news
Showing a man
With a really big dick
Who fucked everything
For the next child
In line
And we applauded
As we watched
What it was like
To be made in Humanity
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Fellow traveller in the shadow of life,
upon the awry spires of despair,
let not your spirit be rent,
in dreams misplaced.
Midnight sun of agony sweet,
and morning stars of blackest hope.
Embrace they beacons of suffering
and lament the truth.
Shed the poison of indifferent solace,
For you fellow traveller in the shadow of life,
who has suffered that has not lived.
Morsi
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