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The black huntsmen has nearly found me
I once knew delight, as water in a glass pool
With you, sensual and dripping summer
Love, the s..
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It is impractical to
love the dying trees
While all around me,
silence is trivialized
By greed, and the
desires that destroy
It is i..
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In tokens of our friendship, the consolation
Will be, the sweetest of farewells
To the family I never had
To the lovers I never knew
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This poem is based off a poem by Circe: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Circe/1083025/
And based upon the teachings of Helen.
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The Universe is our most difficult mystery
She contains us like a candle in a psyche!
Her love is like a bird in a fist
To hold on to he..
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I have renovated my temple
For the modern life, giddy with the grandeur
Of the peaks of ecstasy, knowledge, higher joys
The sea-surge sm..
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My youth is a yacht for sale
It is her, little enough to forget
My youth is the secret of being human
Quickly dispossessed, as if a sacri..
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I used to love the dream of love before
To thirst for hopes themselves, and nothing more
The utterance of eloquence in the flesh
The fai..
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You
who were once Free, free for what?
Free
for new hopes, for new despairs?
For
beginnings and ends, and attachments leaping
For
you..
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Naked upon the Aeons of star-rimmed afterwards
I arose from the dead, smiling at the world as a lover!
Time had eaten who I used to be clean ..
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