Rachel Aurelien Poems

I meditate under a Persian blanket, hidden in the distance are many diabolical wars.
Quivering at its own filthy diseases in the heart of unruly death minded men holding chokebores.
It's the end of my peace and an escape for caged freedom but only to the end of mankind.
Then the angel of freedom can stretch its wings and breathe without the birth of limitation.
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Big eyes got me hiding phobias.
Closing doors to begin the unruly searches.
While my spirit Nurses.
Shyness scratches its head and Sympathy looks away.
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I hate this place
Buried under a mess of filth, bundled in secrecy
Misery and love they defect me unequally
My kindness dies every time I awake
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A worry sat on a ledge of insecurities and judged me with its never-ending howling in the sweetest voice hiding behind a wall; Holding the hands of fear,
laughing as I got near
A dozen pictures rest, but my minds hardly clear;
I stand still waiting for the muzzle to appear,
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My strengths are too short to reach a star
The same star I've been chasing like a million miles that's how far.
I'm in the land of nothing, digging deep with twenty dozen sows to weep.
My left hand tied behind my back with 101 types and one button working right.
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Lives in the world in lavishness, closed in the world of comfort
Not seeing through the window of many suffering in the real world. Selfish ate him whole and all he sees is himself now he eats in greed. He is rich in himself and poor at heart, you can't take your wealth to the grave.
Circled in a crowd of snobbish behaviour, but hugged by emptiness. Sits there with is his soul half eaten, counting his money with the smile of immorality.
He walks in the shoes of arrogance, stepping on the poverty-stricken. He thinks the unprivileged is beneath him, laughing unconsciously, wiping his feet in vain.
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I've never seen the face of freedom
But I've touched the breeze of its smile
Captured in the brace of its happiness
We held hands and danced
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I would travel around the world
I would even dress as a girl, if you like
I would take a hike with just my bike
I would cross the 7 seas
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In the deepest corners of my stomach lives hunger
That hunger that divides me from satisfied men
Knocking through the thick layers of its dwelling, wherever my hunger settled.
Losing my satisfaction along the corridors to a banquet of many dreams.
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I hate this place
Blinded in a hidden crack house
Cracks on my floor, cracks are the one I try to ignore
Cracks are structured in my foundation
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