Deviously Poetic week4

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Another week and another awesome collection of beautiful poems that I fell in love with :

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My SunYou would think for all the light in you,
I would be able to see the stars.
But darling you burn so bright
You've left me blind.

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Cut DownBeautiful and strong she stands tall,
Branches gently swaying in the wind,
Absorbing all of her surroundings,
Her roots are firmly planted.
Seeking nourisment, met with insults,
Poison, pumps through her veins,
Slowly killing her from within,
Standing tall, seemingly unaffected.
Branches fall, appearing as cuts upon flesh,
Those who surround her look away, denial,
Never noticing the pain so close to the surface,
Dying from within, with insults never-ending.
Finally, she succumbs to failed attempts,
Cut down in her prime,
Questions abound.
Don't you see?
It was you!
You, cut her down, so you could build yourself up!

Amarantheans 

MorningMy patchy kettle sulkingly burns my coffee residue
fresh-hot from yesterday's muck.
I gratuitously choke on it,
easing smoke through my gullet
like that pervasive daily sun eases mulishly
lace snagged and uninvited;
slick into my newborn retinas.
I can see in the white, bleach-light of noon
we are sick of the birdsong;
the light shaking disappointed fists
while I sit, my bed-sweaty back braced against it:
I wheeze through my coffee and sit vigil.
Bedding coils in dormant patience for the night;
viper-nightmares snooze, folded in my sheets -
damply layered,
they awake only to my scent. My daytimes watch them,
my nighttimes are their reign.
I sleep alone, these days -
my covers feathered hell-fire,
pillows fattened with shame.

entropy.
I have a heart of
Entropy forever to
Search for constant peace

The Crow
The Crow
Perched on branches watching
The world pass by in the cold.
Eyes gazing at me returning the
Stare analyzing curiously
Cinereous feathers fall from the skies
Tormented by a ruinous cry
Resting in the white of the snow
With the first black wing-beat.
How sad is mortal destiny
The crow eventually announces
How vain is the long strife.
Futile is despair, grieving man
The better place your heart seeks
Lies helplessly in the candid snow.
Il corvo
Poggiato sui rami osserva mentre
Nel gelo del mattino il mondo passa.
Con gli occhi fissi nei miei ricambia lo
Sguardo dalla curiosa analisi
Piume cineree piovono dai cieli
Straziati dal gemito di rovina.
Nel bianco della neve si posano
Al primo battito delle nere ali
Come è triste il destino dei mortali
Il corvo dà alla fine il triste annuncio
Della lunga lotta persa in principio
Inutile disperarsi Uomo afflitto
Il posto migliore a cui il cuore anela
Giace inerme nella candida neve.

old clock chimesin the olden days
back when old Mule used to plow
five o'clock a.m.
was when the Cats would wake him
and make sure he got going
after all these years
old Mule still rises early
but changes have come
meds for himself and the Cat
a poem and back to bed
now he is retired
from the ways of the wide world
trying to hide out
new centuries unwind
leaving old Mule far behind

Nothings       Across the void
       Away we'll go
       To where
       To what
       We cannot know
       Where do wasted moments go?
       Ask the Nothings
       They will know.
~
       Down to Nowhere
       Fast and deep
       To venture what
       No mind can keep
       The Everything
       Is vast asleep
       Chronicling where ere they meet
(Their) With eyes that see
(Their) and hearts that beat
       When no one asks
       Then no one knows
       What Everything might seek
~
       Across the void
       Away we'll go
       To where
     

III. Sweating-Out the FeverConstantly something is wrong,
Whether it's us or ours;
No matter how hard we play it strong,
We wait in the waiting room hours and hours,
Darkest days until dawn.
Guilt raids all our kindest powers.
Musty sit-rooms and pill-coats roil getting sour.

Night
I have not called...
you come...
presence in a desolate place...
desolate feeling on somewhere...
cursed your name on my lips...
poor show woven around us...
frozen facades in meaningless drawings...
Attempts to dissemble the highlighted truth...
Burst of images, dizzying succession...
mantis of the white ocean on the bone sea...
pride of a mirror, a missing land...
on the other land, has found...
Wireless doll... soulless...
back to the past and navigate to the future...
fall under the present... lamented dream...
Am I going too fast for you?
Origin of a missed conversation...
Absent  interlocutor... forgotten self-speaker...
Rivers aimlessly... words without meaning...
Scent of rain on dry asphalt lost...
Lust is not present...
Witch that you're gone...
or perhaps you've hidden...
negative influence of an accumulated time...
Straight verse... or agitated language/pencil...
strange night and weird being...
grateful or fucking absence...
missing in this now...
...True that only th

UntitledThrow my heart into a fire.
I want it to burn like the sun.
It doesn't matter if I dance on the pyre.
In the game of hearts, who has only one?

how i want youloneliness is a matter of erosion.
of sawdust on the wooden floor
and spiders in the wooden corners
of the creaking cracking wooden house
full of relentless prairie wind.
i would open my ribs and unseat my lungs
and create a cavity in just your shape
if i knew how.

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