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Poetry By: air

just a way purging today

Submitted:Apr 27, 2012    Reads: 37    Comments: 11    Likes: 6   

I cry

But the pieces of it scatter

They are sounds that are thrown out, and roll

Seem to have no reflective quality

They cease to return to me.

My sorrow can-not lie in a sub-stream



I shatter but an essence of a child

All that remains on the given day

Happy and full of joy

She glows abiding safe in the grasses

She lies

And her spirit rises up towards the sun



To face the ego of self or others, without judgment, is a powerful feat

Harsh reality is seldom a treat

Unless the Empath is strong

And she must be Very!



Throwing out all the pieces

I wrench and squirm

I Hate And I Love at the same time

I do not know thy-self well enough

I throw the pieces out


Be still

Be still and see the fragments

They are god







There are portals in the sand

Where you can sink, in*

And one on each side of you

And one above*

I choose to sink on this day at this hour

Because sinking today means to find treasure

It is my way to hide away


Point Blank-

You are there

I know you are


I Love that you are

I respect you tremendously!

Love you, respect you

I cheer you in your recovery and

I cheer me in mine.

But I can-not see you yet.

My weakest pieces came forth

And I believe I have to allow


There is a quality hidden in a sub-stream

Quiet and dark but with a reflection that shimmered and shook


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