My Poetic Perspective

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Month: July, 2016

Knowing my Language

‚Äčmy voice muttered through

the realms of cluttered air

I could say

anything in


the privacy of my mind


without the sound


of throat and


distracted tones


I cried real things suppressed 


and confessed my


turmoil in silence


and quiet


burdens


there is not a peace i find


than here in


the chamber


of grace where you


hear me


and know the machinery


of my being


and every time I come and kneel


You make sense of


all that that I cannot say…







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True

The rules to live by are becoming grey And I question my life 

If there is meaning 

And if there are falsities 

Dressed like truth 

But if every thought 

And every word could really live

Honestly in its stark breath

Maybe the ears would hear their

Own lives being said

Maybe barriers are 

Not as 

fashionable

As we make them

And maybe real living

Is being what you are right now

Holding time as if to grasp 

The moments that 

Remind you 

That every minute lived up to now 

Points you to be 

More true