Submissions by AbsolutelyRelative
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
4.
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Aiming to outquick the light,
You then end up in that plight,
So far away your tears aren’t shined
Upon for its light you left behind.
Grind yourself in trees you grind,
Find your corpse by yourself signed.
So bright you thought was nature wrought,
But what that brought you soon forgot,
And off again you move the ground,
Round & round with lies surround
Yourself by self can not be found,
The voice inside shall always hound.
So yet again I show the way,
And tell you what I’ll always say: ...
Aiming to outquick the light,
You then end up in that plight,
So far away your tears aren’t shined
Upon for its light you left behind.
Grind yourself in trees you grind,
Find your corpse by yourself signed.
So bright you thought was nature wrought,
But what that brought you soon forgot,
And off again you move the ground,
Round & round with lies surround
Yourself by self can not be found,
The voice inside shall always hound.
So yet again I show the way,
And tell you what I’ll always say: ...
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3.
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But if he is one like a moon,
It for cert will end then soon.
For his love for thee unlike mine,
Is not his own but someone’s shine.
Barely ever full himself,
How could he put then on thy shelf,
Of light & warmth a perfect match,
With which he could thy true son hatch.
Suicidal Tom & unyielding Yester,
Shall mock the late scepter till the last.
Transitive is the plight of the jester
With facts o’ the future & plans for the past.
For lunar love...
But if he is one like a moon,
It for cert will end then soon.
For his love for thee unlike mine,
Is not his own but someone’s shine.
Barely ever full himself,
How could he put then on thy shelf,
Of light & warmth a perfect match,
With which he could thy true son hatch.
Suicidal Tom & unyielding Yester,
Shall mock the late scepter till the last.
Transitive is the plight of the jester
With facts o’ the future & plans for the past.
For lunar love...
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2.
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The red in mine eyes
Is a reflection of
The dead if thine unwise
Demise doth approve.
Or do thy death wrong prove,
O do thou don life’s guise.
It’s a deflection of
Thy death to I…
Rise!..rise O rise I beg,
Or pretend just to live.
Tell me thou broke like an egg
Doth break by death to give
Birth to a birth of itself & live.
Sell me not this death bootleg,
Nor repent lust to live
Wise!..wise O wise…
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The red in mine eyes
Is a reflection of
The dead if thine unwise
Demise doth approve.
Or do thy death wrong prove,
O do thou don life’s guise.
It’s a deflection of
Thy death to I…
Rise!..rise O rise I beg,
Or pretend just to live.
Tell me thou broke like an egg
Doth break by death to give
Birth to a birth of itself & live.
Sell me not this death bootleg,
Nor repent lust to live
Wise!..wise O wise…
____
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1.
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Floats formless beyond blue skies,
Reads stellar patterns with his eyes
Closed to see the time handle,
That, frightened,
Steers the soul to the abysmal
Wailing fox as the grape
Turns back into that shape
None can define, none can ape,
Fall, end.
Floats among the heavens & beyond,
Unfathomable dimensions with a bond
So strong his fears as tears do melt,
Sublime, shine,
And Show him where he’s always dwelt.
Oft on days when time grows slow,
When the moon in the sky has that glow,
I know..He is...
Floats formless beyond blue skies,
Reads stellar patterns with his eyes
Closed to see the time handle,
That, frightened,
Steers the soul to the abysmal
Wailing fox as the grape
Turns back into that shape
None can define, none can ape,
Fall, end.
Floats among the heavens & beyond,
Unfathomable dimensions with a bond
So strong his fears as tears do melt,
Sublime, shine,
And Show him where he’s always dwelt.
Oft on days when time grows slow,
When the moon in the sky has that glow,
I know..He is...
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