S.O.M (state of mind)

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Is it possible to live outside of language?

Try sign-

Never mind.

“Only God can judge me”

Take solace in that

Sarcasm

“Follow your heart”

Hmm

Do you even hear’t beat?

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Crêtes de clair de lune

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Moonlight peaks up                                                                

As two dim arrows cross paths                                 A Milky Way mist engulfs                 
And defiles the air’s chast-ity
Twin lit hollows
Scope the night as it prolongs
The willow tree, in all its beauty
Now haunts for bonds

Chilly dark allure of sorts
Walk along with heads held high
Sometimes as sound slows to a dull
You can faintly hear the wind whistle
A body of water lies awake 
For sleep is not levied
Whilst men of all ages
Stop to reflect, before their taking

Tokens left behind 
On seemingly lifeless plants
True some live much more than we
Short is the lifespan
If perchance discovered
With a candle to light
Doth it not seem treasure 
Left in plain sight

Have at it

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Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…

Hello

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Hello

How long has it been?
Notice how these days
The majority assigns
“What’s tolerant”

I’m okay (don’t ask)
The less I speak
The louder I become
It’s confusing
Like putting a (?)
Where there should be a (.)

They say (who are they by the way)
“All the answers you seek reside in you”
I’ve dug deep but still can’t tell
If it was just a rhetorical saying
Left to satisfy the truth

Let’s deal with some uncomfortable truths
What is love? What is happiness?
That’s a genuine (?) I don’t know
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel I deserve to
Being your own best friend can be hard too
Noises of time echo louder
Are you ready to join the crowd, yes, you?

Clouds of uncertainty

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The applause dies quickly, then the echoing silence
Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Colours fade inward showing the true defiance
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine

Whispers turn to flutes , and thoughts into mimes
Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Aroma’s of clarity please the smell and all is fine
Touches of one anothers pain keeps the loneliness away

Even plants speak some truth of life and decay
Engraved onto us is the misunderstanding of the plain
Touches of one another s pain keeps the loneliness away
Guilty is the soul of conducting out of whim without say

Beware of the apparent cause things are not as they seem
Colours fade inward revealing the true defiance
An opaque sense of reality is misleading and gravely dim
The applause dies quickly then the echoing silence

RanDoM

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Brushes of thoughts
Tones of nostalgia
Shades of doubt
Covers of unease
Escape my simple mindedness  

The higher I’ve been
The lower I sin
The faster I think
The slower I sink
Will never get me over this

The blacker my reasons
The bloodier the season
The bolder the actions
The more timid reactions
Can’t flash to something more definite

Contrasts of illusions
Likeliness of confusion
Drums of contempt
Whistles of mere delude
And yet the answer is…..

Commenced it has

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Bold drapes; enclosing curtains

Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls

The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…