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Don’t you see

there is no black

without white?

Darkness is simply

the absence of light.

Yet the world comes in greys,

there is no need to fight:

we have been lead astray.

We are all the same,

desiring change,

seeking freedom

beyond this skin

we’ve called home.

The answer is

always within.

We must ascend

beyond duality,

leaving our

differences behind,

and remaining kind.

We can then design

a renewed reality,

where the soul currency

is love.

Asphyxiation

Some nights
I just want to stop breathing
For a little while,
And forget everything:
The heartbreak
violence, oppression,
Misguided intolerance.
25 years young
Still writing love songs
But they fall on deaf ears.
Is anyone even listening?
It seems I've been walking
Down this path of tears
For eternity.
No one can find me,
Hiding in my insecurities,
Gasping from asphyxiation.
Here, there is no oxygen;
Just the scent
Of death's temptation.

Feigning Freedom

You cannot have something

And not have it

Simultaneously.

You cannot feign feelings

To keep someone around.

You cannot hide the truth

To hold on to a lie.

You cannot love someone

and make them cry.

Love is not freedom

It is sacrifice

It is imprisonment

Of one’s selfishness.

It is unconditional kindness

It is wanting someone

Simply for their presence.

Love is not broken promises

Adorned with passionate kisses.

Love is not a flame

Engulfed in a waterfall.

Love is either all in

Or not at all.

So how can you say you love me

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Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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Grave Gravity

I still remember

The first time I saw his soul.

The moon reflected

The Sun’s embers.

Full, bright, gleaming.

Yet his tears were streaming

His heart was a black hole.

I tried to point out the stars

Their infinite beauty

But his eyes were blind

Gazing into the abyss.

They finally found me

His planet met mine

We collided in the darkness.

“I miss him so much.”

His cry created earthquakes

Which shattered my surface.

Our cores touched

Death is a mistake

Barely cured by my kiss.

But at that moment,

I was certain

That our attraction

Was stronger than gravity:

For his love was finally free.

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