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i’m a Black Hole i have absorbed all my days. my life is a massive point.
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to Who i think about me. Who is eye. soulmates.
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Fairytale Once, a man told his mother that he was better than her. She asked her son why. He knocked her down. She got up and slapped him. He killed her in a silent rage. At sunset…
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time perceive leave grieve why? souls cry tears dry
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to Day Dawns a new day to live, to give, to play. Remember long. Sing anew your song.
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Decrepit Finding Eden wasn’t good enough. You wanted to breathe all the air quench your own thirst be first, last and everyone in between be seen without seeing. Now who will be silent while you’re being violent?
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to do speak ill speak truth speak wise obstruct lies use time chime with nature
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skyline Tops of Trees, framed by Sky as Dawn approaches in slippers, rise from Valley; circle Heaven.
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Summer Morning Red Tail Hawks winging parenthood, calling from the field to a nest touching the sky.
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#Confession Seems like the whole world’s got a #groove. I’m a #TikTok #voyeur without any #moves.
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to Owl Persistent Rooster pervades the morning, warning of a lie. Cicadas sing, asking: why? Give a hoot for me. Tuck my dreams under your wing, while you sleep the day away.
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Middleman he pours salt and offers a drink, dumps sugar and thinks you’re fat; he’s got a pill for that, sprinkles mystery dust; pays the piper for your trust; offers you his potion with the notion it’s…
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Pretend Friend i’m not your task. i didn’t ask for advice. yours isn’t nice, your life rife with whys and lies. go away. i’m not gonna make your day.
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to future it is now, now. it was now before. it will be now soon. we can hang out when i don’t know it’s now anymore.
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to Now what’s done is done what’s heard is the old word i say i do i dwell with you kiss your face take my place at your table keep your stable
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to Cunning there was never anyone so clever. your tongue lashes while your hand writes lies. your finger points while you claim to be wise, and exempt. you turn trust into a sword that serves the Law…
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to Dissemble you pull my plug and ring my silent bell in Hell, tell me to yield to formless fear, and feeling fraudulent, cuz i’m a tower. your hour has passed.
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What it Is eternally NOW always never enough somehow
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to Love the last one standing. you haven’t conquered anything. you never even tried. you’ll just endure to the end, won’t you. and nothing else ever has mattered.
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to Be i was not made to be laid down without a sound, move along before singing my song.
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to Then i am God in my head, directing with dread. humidity oppresses me with memory. rain washes away pain. thunderstorms are the norm until i say sunshine. these thoughts are mine. but, who am i, Then?
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to Matriarchy i look forward to my non-existence being the fruit of my orchard, a taste, sweet and juicy, on un-kissed lips, shaping words of Love and Freedom.
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Cronedom imma witty witch holy hag crowned crone, plays flute with birds keeps company with words gardens on a hill top; won’t stop.
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to Jaw Your hinges screech for un-cried tears; they strain against the irons of fear, answers to rhetorical questions. You have freedom of speech if you dare. I’ll change my game, but take care; the world’s the…
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to my Head Ghost you come to bend my nerves to the end to tend my multi-dimension tension scream the obscene truth that you feel trying to be real with your host.
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New Notes my son asked me if i would know what he meant if he said “mood.” so, no. i didn’t know. i had just told him that i don’t like confrontations. he explained that it’s like…
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to Family We pass things on worn, torn by what happens, heap improvised stories onto fresh hope, dope jagged edges looking over ledges to the horizon.
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Infinite Mirror sometimes i am Sky and wonder why Water hides what’s inside. ————————————————————— sometimes i am Water and blame Sky for looking at reflections.
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i’m enough, they say you almost erased me, i thought, and it’s a re-run, i remembered and removed from my mind to put behind what can’t be changed, re-arrange my brain to be wise, utilize the something,…
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Excuse Me! excuse me! when i said i am here for you, i didn’t mean that i am here for you. excuse me! excuse me! why do you think that you’re so important? do you think that…
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it’s all *ss Backwards the hero is a greedy killer of light at the front of the parade, giving speeches about right to mask his charade. the lover is a fool with feelings shoved to a dark…
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Home stitched with bits of every thing from every where; combined to cover my behind.
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to my Hands laced in an embrace gardener, chef, maid, scribe connected to Heart resting from the work of Art.
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to Motivation we both know that we reap and sow, that stories have sides made of why we live lies with open eyes, that you don’t apologize. i sing, spread my wings, and still return to me:…
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to Memory a cat on a roof, aloof, a trickster, a hipster posing at nosing the proof.
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to Fear What do we see but don’t say? Why don’t we say it? You want me to run. I choose this spot in the Sun.
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Stumbling i’m a lost tumbleweed, spreading seed. i hitched to the mountains, rolled with the trees; now i’m hangin’ on a sea breeze. i’ll play. i won’t stay. the desert calls but i love waterfalls. i don’t…
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Pagination When you get to the last page start writing between the lines, or change the story, or just end it.
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to be me i thought i wasn’t free to think, so i wasn’t. some thing, changed everything. but it was just one more thing.
Martha Cinader 