Category: Poetry
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“Unbroken bowls of a Gold serenade…”
The truth is that there is no truth. All tales of a triumph, are all spells of Goliath. And David is not the first, to tell all of a syre. Sure my calm well, of a wealth, and plethora of poems sure tell of a climbing… But there is no well, so imbedded that we […]
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Bound 2
I am bound for greatness. Days are just testament to make it all applicable – this heart is in which lies in us all. This case in which makes me crawl, is such a spacious grip in which I am fatefully all in. I could fake it, but that is not in my pedigree. I […]
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Viscous accounts
My acts of honest disclosure are stabs of glass; I turn against my own ego. Although, those brash attacks are blasts of mad. My emotions are abstract at that, so I feel disarmed against my own soul that would decompose. Until I make a rasher grab at this valid power you have. My force is […]
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Water
Piece together the broken floored labyrinths. Speak in poems, but always know your path in which. Desiring truth, and freedom. Perspire the doom, and gloom, and feel peace within. A fire is too warm, if it is entrenching my very own in indecency. A piece of me heals, when. I allow love to ease in. […]
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The Dreamtime-Machine
How speedy is recovery. As I am up, up and away. Birds fly away to give me space, as I fly above the endeavors too deep enough to swim, I am not afraid to admit that. I’ve made costly sins, too much for me to acquit that. But in my trust in my faith in […]
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October 24th
Stories I tell myself rummage through my soul’s good health Pieces of me attained Brings me to moments of wealth Dying in the sun Rebirths to know my why Ending up on this plane I reached up to grab the sky Worries would storm my nature I have no where to escape to Pouring my […]
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Contextual [99]
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When I look at you I see a Goddess I do not know how to fully comprehend. If I am floating on my bliss, and I am a perceived God amongst the many of them. Then, us paired together is our secretive win. They ask us what are our plans today? And, we say – […]
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Time flies [5]
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Moments of bliss, still needs encouragement from the amounts of chaos that they placed on me. I am built to last – But my mind races on me. Pronounced words, failed to carry out smoothly by my athletic body. I’m shot, and I am still able to carry out my actions calmly. Although they judged […]
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159.
Poetry written with wine stained breath.If red bled from my wrist, it would be a wine stained death. I write until my soul is bare and there is nothing much left. I fall out to the symphony of your lyrics and sounds.I stand astounded, as I always want you around. You accept me and you […]
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With every day that passes,I grow closer to my demons. For every wave that crashes,I find another soulful reason. To love with dignity, and respect for myself —Culture and higher values. Conquering myself, and learning how to. Since I’ve met you, my world has opened up to more purpose.I needed a real woman in my […]
Elijah Charles Joyner 