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« Reply #3510 on: April 07, 2021, 18:53:35 »
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I love the mysteries
Of the wind
Whisperings

Even if cold and biting
Wet with angry kisses
Still
It brings
What the human world misses
Out on
It makes accepting
The flow
Of atmospheres
And how easy
It is to break
A human skeleton
For them

It makes space for
Accepting
The pressure
Of things beyond us

Nature
Is not harsh
It just doesn't care much
For anyone in particular
A strict nonempathic mother
To an oversensitive child
Of humankind

That kicks and bites her back

When I close my eyes
I see the skies
Continuously
Rolling
Their cloudy wheels
Over the grasslands

Bringing peace
Of the scarce land
Nurtured
By the spilled blood

And yet still it's less crimson
Than the lands of previously
Immense wealth

Than the lands glorified in death
And still complaining
Over their own blindness

I love the mysteries
Of the wind
Whisperings
How it clashes
With the man-made
Artificial lives
Testing everything
Till the end

Picking apart the right
From the wrong
Because you can't pave
Your way through the wind
Unless you accept
All that it is
And all that you are
Strong at or
Missing

I love
How it reminds me
You can glorify in your lies
And bend people by them
But
There's always time
And nature
To set things straight
For those forgetting
Their place
In the true realm
Of objective
Life

So I love the mysteries
Of the wind
Whisperings

Even in their cruelty
There's beauty
Of the intense
Inhuman
Reality
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3511 on: April 11, 2021, 19:28:52 »
Spring

The silence of winter
Is getting covered
By splashes
Of color
And birdsong
Falling onto its greying canvas
In ever-increasing frequency

Drop by drop
Until it’s a waterfall
Of everything changing
Into the summer clothes
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« Reply #3512 on: April 13, 2021, 20:07:12 »
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The more I see you
As just a woman
The more my heart
Is breaking apart
Over
Your and mine
Suffering

And the deeper it gets
The more I know
How many there are
People in this world
Seeing it as a cold
Hostile place
For the reasons
They never chose
They weren't treasured
So they value nothing
Of life

They want to drown
In their senses
Blunt their senses
Melt their senses
So they envelop their feeble bones
Like a molten metal
To become sharp
Razors
Of unbreakable protection

They cannot hoover
Over
A moment
They fall into it
Like a stone

They cannot feel
Responsible
For anything
Really
It's too unbearable
To just be

This state I am in now
Is not shattering
It's a feeling of being filled up
To the brim, to the end of my eyelashes
With the tears of compassion
And sadness
And hope
For a way out
For another story
For everyone
Suffering

As always
I'm just crying
Just crying in general
For no one
And everyone
For no one
And you
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« Reply #3513 on: April 14, 2021, 10:58:56 »
Tragedies

She said
"After this tragedy
My father became a different man
He learned how to love
He hadn't been shown before
How to
So he never knew
Until she killed herself
And I'm still afraid
To lose someone suddenly
So I don't initiate
Any contact
With any friend
What if they disappear?"

She said
"He was a kind and gentle man
So sensitive
So fragile"

And I'm reading
How he was a violent man
Because of so much bottled up anger
How he threw stones at his friend
And cut the face of his girlfriend with a vodka
Bottle

Some people look to me like
Fuelled up tanks ready for combustion
At any moment

And they might look gentle, too
And have a mind-blowing amount of anger
Towards you

It's not you, really
It's just you paying for it

And I am also
Scared to reach out to others
To maintain contact
I feel afraid to lose people
It happened always so suddenly
And I felt so guilty
And I feel afraid of gentle people
That harbor much anger
I tasted their violence
The mind-tearing controversy
Of a demon springing out of the angel
And of it being spoken
As something normal

I'm so afraid of such people
That I question any motive for action
That I have

What if I also can be so?

And it seems that tragedies can teach us
But I'm not sure it's the same lessons
That we learn
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« Reply #3514 on: April 14, 2021, 21:05:53 »
Time

Back in time
All that while
Extended like salty
Stretches of barren earth
Still, these views were sultry
To me, they were welcome
Because I was at home

Back in time
I believed in what was a lie
So I learned to fear the truth

Back in time
All that while
Take your treasure troves with you
What’s the point in wealth or fame
If you aren’t you?
If you sell yourself

Back in time
I recall the horses’ hooves
Measuring up the distance
Chunking up the time
Between bravery
And blindness

All those people knowing the harshness
Of elements
Could be much kinder than those whose prayers
Adorn the horizons

You have to know yourself
When your entire life depends
On what's beyond your feeble
Scarce imagination
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« Reply #3515 on: April 15, 2021, 17:12:50 »
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Trees look like people
People look like trees

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If a tree is like a person
Then what does lie in its heart?
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« Reply #3516 on: April 15, 2021, 23:14:53 »
Muses

Some see their muse
In the tragic beauty of how transient
Everything is

Some assign someone else
To be their muse
Putting her into a cold place
Denying her human existence
So everything is safe
Everything is
Under control

They do not question
How does it feel
Having your naked skin
Touching a stone of their
Vision that confines you

They will strip her and bare her
And not let her hide
She has to shine

To be so
She must not be alive
Not really
As a memory
Of what used to be everything
As memory
Of one’s childhood
She has to be effervescent
Omnipresent
And inhuman

A goddess
Can’t be weak
Or she can’t protect you
To feel safe enough to live

And it can be different
It doesn't have to end in death
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« Reply #3517 on: April 16, 2021, 09:34:53 »
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This morning
Looking at my body in the mirror
I asked myself

Would I have ever called it easy
To be a woman in the still so male-centric world?
Is it truly us
Who can change it,
Or is it only how it's made
To look like
What we maybe
Want to believe?

Is it truly as easy
As saying
"If only..."?

This morning
I recalled a story
Of a woman that was a poet
The first and only
Widely known
Woman poet in the steppes

How she was challenged
By the male star of her times
Into a poetic battle

How, losing, he made her
Choose between
Betraying her husband's family esteem
Or betraying
Her very own
Poetic skill

This morning
I'm asking myself
How many delusions
And avoidances of the truth
We are still contending with
Daily
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« Reply #3518 on: Yesterday at 15:56:12 »
Sometimes

Sometimes you feel so guilty
So afraid of something
Going wrong

That you feel like your tongue
Twists into predicting
Things you yearn for
Deeply
To be doomed
To fail

So then if they fail
You can say
You maybe were guilty
In speaking
About them in this way

As if you had the power
Over inflicting
So much pain onto your heart
And you could have avoided
Things going this way

That it was insane
To believe
It could ever end
Differently

You tell yourself
You shouldn’t have dared
You shouldn’t have tried
After all
It must have been like that
Because you don’t deserve
Being cared for and loved
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« Reply #3519 on: Yesterday at 20:01:30 »
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Calm, tender things
Intricate, interweaving
Aren't they what we look for
To soothe our heart wounds
To salve our sores

We search for
Some kind of proof
Of continuity of being
Expressed through
The wisdom of flower stalks
With their heads and bodies
Doomed to die quickly
But their blooming heads
Shining
Into our living
Moments

Don't we search for
Proofs of feeling
That we're here, still
Accepted in our being
Through so many
Various forms?

A scent, or a sensation
Of touch, or color
Intensity, or line
Changing its path
Everything that eyes can follow
Everything that moves the heart

And I wonder
How bright natural beauty can shine
When you detach
From your ego
Dissolving in its pure light
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« Reply #3520 on: Yesterday at 20:49:44 »
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I've read from one man
How low self-esteem can make men
Enjoy the suffering
Of their partner

How it gives them the injection
Of the I'm worthy drug
How it feeds the pride
And in that, makes such men happy

How self-hate makes such men
Look for women that would give
Them the special looks
How they are pleased
With women acting like they want to seduce
Them
How they would stick
To these despite whatever given to them
Spiraling deeper
Into self-hate

And this man
In his honesty also said
That hurt never justifies hurt
There's no point
In suffering
Because of such men

If they do not change
They just would not
You can change an entire world
But not someone
Else

So, maybe everything has an answer

It maybe will make me calm
About so many things
When things go bad -- do something good.