Vision Ghost Poems

So for all the crying that did no good but fertilisation
For the parched soils or so the meaningful desperation
Shivering and wet when reality came down the walls
Slashed these arms to keep me warm in bloodied falls
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Fallen to an awakening to mingle concentrations of the stratospheric
Layers of sleep before the clouds yield altitude’s in a mind’s topic
As an under explored idealism remain, as too many are anti filtered
Relinquished as the impassable fathoming passively lost or tethered
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It’s been so many years and so many unbound fears
Never stopped thinking you’d be there almost anywhere

A tragedy of what must come and I must tell someone
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Water in eyes never explain when words are lost
That too much of an emotion preach to human cost
A stammer and falter in conditions leading nowhere
So much so these breaths are lost in the stifling air
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Have so much of love to give I suffocate myself
A tender most affection but I so dare not touch
Wishing for the jar and put me upon a dusty shelf
Nothing rings true when confusion hurts so much
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When slowly awoken from the dark of her velvet sleep
And the secrets of last nights cyber sex is hers to keep
Not caring for the messages unread for more fortunes
Are so fathomed in the escape of horror and cartoons
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There was no time in this moment of the breathless
Only that which could be for her own eyes to witness
Her children now played in the world of the unawares
As her lover of a time now gone feels and still cares
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Turning the circles of infinities as I am blinded by this confusion
A thousand voices spoken yet I’m lost for an accent’s annotation
Perhaps I’m too blinded, too far for a river to set my vessel to sail
Or else I am too blurred in the perspectives until I so raise my veil
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I cut myself deeper yet the blood of the goat bled first
Christian of indifference would say I’ve been cursed
For a church stands cold and alone within the faithless
Forever their God of make believe for the motionless
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I sit at no pulpit beyond that which is my water
A choir does little to dim the heavy hearts interior
A well of the cup to have gone dry of my mistakes
Through intervention of remorse bears all stakes
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