Emmanuel Ayala Poems

How to speak, how to write
To consume or sacrifice the
Ritual is not of any importance.
Decision making is not a step,
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Nights fly away in the tempest of mist,
Evenings go by and reckless abandonment
Traps my body, dreaming without dreaming, sleeping
Without sleeping, heavy breathes are trapped inside my soul.
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Concsious Love,
Constant whispers,
Consistent feelings
Conceal our hearts.
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It seems as if you are becoming more than a poet.
Maybe I am tripping or becoming a prophet.
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From the streets of chi town,
To the corners of our town.
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