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anticipation-of-religation · 2 months

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My little cousin asked me

“What do you feed a flame?”

“Their is many things”, I told her

I suppose that most are tame…

Their’s

Sticks and leaves, logs from trees,

Hay, bark and cones,

all make for good ashes.

Their’s

Lint from your dryer or Overdue bills

Dreams long departed and empty wills

Their is old love letters, or records of crimes

Prayers you wish you’d never written, small objects you now despise.

If your stupid, you will fead it time

Although memories will not blaze.

There is little you can do to escape a hateful loving daze.

It is this very flame that some have feed books and things alike. And when the knowledge continues it’s people they will lite.

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anticipation-of-religation · 3 months

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It lacks something golden

A warmth to the face

Speeding down a highway

At an ungodly pace

And if they had to dig my clip

out of my lifeless skull

At least for me it could be said:

“She drove fast to cope with living slow.”

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anticipation-of-religation · 3 months

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See the way the light moves

Didn’t mean anything to me

Not until the world went dull

And luz moved away from me

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anticipation-of-religation · 3 months

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I split my soul apart for you

Forgot the meaning of my words

I thrust myself into your void

What did not fit was purged

I sit here in the dark,

Grasping at syllables,

Desperate to find an ounce

Of something genuine

You never asked this of me

But you watched me do it.

Like a voyeur, you watched me

And you’ll watch still

As a reclaim every piece.

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anticipation-of-religation · 3 months

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I dare not bite an apple,

Lest I be like eve.

Instead I’ll slash off pieces

of my favorite delights.

Small and harmless

to the naked eye.

Did Godiva call for a blade?

I wonder, if she was like me.

Severing pieces of forbidden fruit,

Before riding through the streets.

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anticipation-of-religation · 1 year

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Is it pride or pitty

I feel within the bridal e’er?

Do the bells ring clear with purpose

Or clang loudly as an error?

Perhaps all promises splitnter

A fleshy intrusion to be plucked.

Why then does the pain linger?

When the parting comes abrupt.

Are the stubborn true loves author?

Who simply weird what most can not?

Is the magic in an heirloom?

Or in a lesson most forgot?

I’d think the secrets in the cleaving

That knot to be apart

Whether gifted to us by Frigga

Or the apex of man’s art.

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anticipation-of-religation · 1 year

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I’ve held paper cranes now.

It should have taken me time to count but

I am more familiar with the number than I would like to admit.

Their weight brings me little comfort.

They could be ablaze by now

And how would I know?

Protecting them from a breeze did little good.

I think I saw one once.

Crumpled and soggy,

Caught in the laps of a pond.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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Your a lucky one,

If they cry for you.

If they close their eyes to see your form.

If they try to conjure you,

Hallucinations of your laughter

Predictions of your turn of phrase

Embraces you’ve shared a thousand times over,

longed for.

If they close their eyes to see your form.

If they cry for you,

You’re a lucky one.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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I love the pungent taste of lights strung above. Strange that you can taste them. Like a well brewed tea, bittersweet.

On days like today, when balconies are in use and breeze decides to visit; she’s exceptionally kind, leaving the trees undisturbed.

The emollient, unending chirp of night.

Comfort has been personified. She feel in love with me instantly. We have been wrapped in one another for hours now.

Tonight: an aberration of June

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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Cogent, confident

Tightly secured

meretricious monologues

Compunction runs wild

A huberous trick

woven by faits:

Truth to be found

in the words of a page.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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I fell in love with a man who thinks in two dimensions. A patented blessing. I can chose when to unfold my origami heart and then refold it quickly, without suspicion or questioning. Instead he offers me awe, the rarest of commodities.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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The inhibition of my anger is pointless

and poisonous.

It would seam that I am restively, inveterately addicted to my own rage.

I vilify my own needs

I grow fractious and indignant.

Yet, when it comes time to chose a recipient for my manifested malediction I masochistically, jealously, select myself. Every time.

Besides, It would seam on one else has the fortitude to withstand my blows.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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Have you seen the ones who comfort the weary?

And bring them from their knees?

I have heard they dress in mourning robes

and their eyes are filled with pleas.

Some call them the intercedes

for their prayers are never gone.

They live on within the aided

as if they’ve done no wrong.

Is their hair bleached from the morning sun?

Or dark as the raging sea?

Perhaps it’s both, or none at all,

since they are never seen.

Their might it seams is never felt,

and their bravery is denied.

But when the world comes crashing down

with fait they fear not vie.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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I am not an opprobrium,

I say it cause it’s true.

My life has been innocuous

dispite what’s said by you.

I may be idiosyncratic,

but I am a zephyr in the wind.

You on the other hand are surly,

and a blight to your own kin.

I have no more forbearance.

I’ll be obstreperous this one time.

It would seam no one has the gall to tell you…

You are a pain in the behind.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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Cowardice camaraderie,

the base of our worst fears.

One heart corrupt with mallace

prompts the actions of its peers.

Plently more than impudent.

Officious pleas aside.

Bystanders claim non-exigent,

specious minds abide.

Haunted by the vestiges:

poignant and a light.

They plead to end the enmity

of what once was “not their fight.”

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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So certain, confirmed

by my own mental state.

Something sinister

has been planed for this date.

First, I think I feel it.

Some quake within my soul.

And now, is it that I smell it?

Lips pressed against hot coal?

And then I know I’ve seen it.

Hands clutching charon’s toll.

And then the bells are rinining

And I’m running for the door.

To find the ones I love too much

And pray for one day more.

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anticipation-of-religation · 2 years

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Letters in gold

Inked out in black

Amended extravagance

Redacted attacks

Extended necessities

Paid in overdrawn time

Casual expectations

Turn on a dime

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