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POETRY  (2021)

FATED

 

The texture of you

Is like a that of a dragon

Armoured

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You smell like triumph and sound like balance

Wearing thoughts around your neck

So proudly

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Your proximity causes my quiver 

On a scale of Great

And I can't deny I fear

Collapsing in your presence

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Like a Redwood

Stiff and

Graceless

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Yet somehow you give me peace

And comfort

Like that cozy white blanket

In that place I call home

And I feel your softness

Cocoon me

From your distance

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The Grecian vibe of you

Feels like before

And I missed you so

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But you don't know

You won't know

Its truth

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Until you're breathless

Weightless

In the space of my eyes

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Somehow, I feel

You fear me, too

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And its as senseless

As the sixth circle

As wax wings

As bee stings

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We've both had enough

Haven't we?

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But if not this time

The next will do

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Just know

I miss you

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The details

Are irrelevant

To our eight, for

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We design our own fates

We are patient

We can w8

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Next

When it rains inside my mind 

as it does sometimes

I think of you and the sun

shines its light inside me

and it's blinding

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It's rewinding

And I see the eras passed

And I feel free at last

because I see infinity

And through it

I still want to be here

with you

as you are this time

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and the next

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and a thousand nexts...

French Script Papers

INSIDE

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So rarely seen 

The depths of trenches, chasms, abysses

Souls

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But I saw you see

Clear into me

And I still can't believe

Must have been a lucid dream

Make-believe, an induced scene

(And I keep making excuses)

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But, you let me see, too

Clear into you

You invited me

Opened the door freely

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I fought not to enter

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Mesmerized

Paralyzed, hypnotized

By the depth of your eyes

Instantly blind-ed

By the light

You shined

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At me

In me

Through me

And now I see

You left an open door for me

I didn't even need a key

But the space seems so empty

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Like the rest in music

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Building anticipation

Levitation

Calcification

Of the possibility

The near-reality

Taming entropy

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Feels like eternity

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Inside
Damask Texture

space

less

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time

less

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more

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I wrote this poetry for Dustin Bates of Starset in 2021. That's how I loved him. From a distance, since we couldn't align. Either someone convinced him otherwise or something else was going on prior to that that someone got upset that I loved him this way. Whoever lied or misjudged me or created problems between us... what kind of A0 would get in the way of this kind of love? 

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Since then, as a result of all that transpired between us, we obviously need to move on in our separate directions. 

Love is not unconditional. It is contingent on circumstance. Proof of love is necessary. And for those who have been deliberately "reading" my mind and misjudging my every thought... get out. Thoughts and feelings are personal until action is taken to express them. The right way.

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I am not for simple minds. That should be ok. Personal is personal and too many people wanted to break into my private life, drove me through hell by inflicting pain on my brain via deliberately transmitted frequencies with the intent to harm, and caused more heartache than imaginable to a boatload of people! I'm not ok with that, and I don't think anyone else should be either. Hearts are not meant for breaking. And love is not meant to be forced on anyone! Natural resonance helps us find the right kind of love for us. There are 9 billion "earthlings". Surely, the right kind of love can be found. We all have different depth. That's ok. That's personal. Instead of forcing, do those things that you love to do... hobbies, art, music, ice skating, whatever... and then you'll "run into" the love that's meant for you.

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Bojana [Randall] ANA333

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The right man for me... he's out there somewhere and no one should be getting in the way of me finding him, or him finding me. And certainly, no one should be inflicting pain on my brain as a result of reading my neurological chemistry and being upset that I feel love. When I write poetry, make music, make art, or do anything I love to do, I fall into a meditative state and a natural state of love. Whoever is trying to attribute my every emotion to themselves has been misassessing. Why are some people so invasive? Minds should be private and a sacred space for the self. Individuality is a thing, in case some of you haven't noticed. 

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Someone has been harming me, my family, and perhaps others around me as a result of massive misunderstandings. Can't we clear the slate and start over?

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Some people are so kind, so loving, so beautiful! They have good intentions. They are so understanding. That's love. earthings have that. I imagine Martians have that, too. And those from other worlds. The universe is ginormous; worth loving; worth saving.

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