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Feb 7, 2021

Ending Things

Sitting still In the eloquence of silence I’m thinking deep About ending things To be spared of oblivion And the privilege of hope The vain urge to be loved And the placid sadness Beneath the moon of Many tender evenings To be unoccupied By promises of books When today is yesterday And tomorrow is too late We can only give What is already the other’s What more do you want? I am not even dust.

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Poems On Medium

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Feb 2, 2021

Dead.

In this sense, I am already dead. Motionless in the air A pendulum hung Where time has stayed in place Locked by the routine of a clock Surveying promises Predating paradise God is watching In His narrowest light This enigmatic corpse Eternity awaits To be forever But never to have been Deader than dead. 1 Feb 2021

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Poems On Medium

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Jul 16, 2020

A Solemn Child

A Solemn Child

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A Solemn Child
A Solemn Child
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Jul 13, 2020

Painting My Way Forward.

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Painting My Way Forward.
Painting My Way Forward.
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Jul 1, 2020

All the strangest reasons

Poetry

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All the strangest reasons
All the strangest reasons
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Jun 24, 2020

Not my morning.

Not my morning. The sun is up. Not me. I am warped Into a me That looks like me But Not me. I move my legs And drop them to the ground I drop them, Thrusting through The jim-jams, Unwillingly loud. The unnerving first step and the next that converts me Into everything Not me. Just because, Your sun is up I have to be that everything.

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Jun 11, 2020

Blue

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Blue
Blue
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May 25, 2020

The Lockdown

The Lockdown What it was like If they ask what it was like, Say it was like a long pause, With nothing really stops, Yet nothing is really moving. Say it was like An uncomfortable stillness, So still that the air could balance a small world of dirt, So still…

Poetry

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Poetry

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May 25, 2020

My Plastic Tree

My Plastic Tree

Art

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My Plastic Tree
My Plastic Tree
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Dec 30, 2019

Waiting

John M 2019

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Waiting
Waiting
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Beata Beatrix

Beata Beatrix

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From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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