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Poem Of 3 Statements

Life’s unforgiving emerald eye

Its stare weighs upon my open heart

The forbidden touch of an angel

A crime for which I shall never be pardoned

It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow veins

Screaming at my ephemeral existence

Praying for truth to be negotiable

Pounding on a sound that never answers

Kissing the cold lips of a faceless stone

All these frivolous gestures

Contained protectively within my own beating heart

They are not my final pleas in an all too fragile dream

They are my only conviction

Housed within tears and sweat

Within everything that is fleeting or lost

Within every self imposed lie

And yet they transcend what is possible,

Provable and sure.

Always the eye will linger

No pulse

No blood

No dreams

Except for that which I endow upon it
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Steel mist in a twilight dawn

I wake from impossible dreams

To wade through somber realities

My shallow frame

Unable to pierce through the oppressive atmosphere

A molasses consistency that promises neither choice nor decree

Ahead a sign of pure renewing light comprises my fear

Yet blinds my fatigued eyes into disappointed yearnings

“I do not wish to be here

I have not yet chosen the delicate warmth of hope

Have not accepted what is preferable

Over what feels significant”

Nerve endings ponder my damp skin

Interprets reality like a long sharp blade

I am drenched in the tears of my patronage

Drowned in the cage of my iniquity

Laid to rest in the prison of my own choosing

Because I could not see through that mist

Could not contemplate your open hand

Could not appreciate your persistent invitation

Could not imagine anything better than the cosmos I left behind

An entire universe of one.

With a silent turn I refuse everything

In the hopes of maintaining a needless pursuit

Of an empty darkness I will never again reach
_______________

Helping hands of bliss made of garden greens with a lovely kiss

This is the subtle image upon my waking eyes

I am no longer me

Gone is the thin porcelain façade of a stifled dream

I am the root that embraces an imperfect world

The bud that sings of soft imperceptible assurances

The gentle leaf trembling joyously for a belated ray of sunshine

A warm thought relieving full and heavy pours

Holes closed by a once crushing obsession

Like an all consuming tidal wave of the soul

Tempered by the precious ripple of honest faith

There are no more martyrs on the boundaries of passion

No more rebellion from a seemingly compromised contentment

No more illusive contemplations of the self

There is only your patiently waiting caress

A connection unblemished from reason or purpose

A vitality absent of self-depreciating contempt

And when I am plucked from this healing soil

When my fruit is but nourishment for the heartbroken wonderer

When existence is contained forever within an intangible expression of love

I will finally let go of all that I ever was

And stay here with you forever

kansasdan

@kansasdan

Since there is no cure to the human condition but death, I choose to remain in recovery from life.

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