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Is Whom Around in Where
Existence is a mist
of whom we do insist
she stay around,
but in her ground
is where we end our trist.
Jfw
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469
Amor Crucifixus
the places of ache
are not easily revealed
until veils recede
at the behest of nightfall
and then comes dismemberment
sinews of craving
clipped and stripped unrectified
of their purposes
while tawdry clouds of thought stay
unwanted and unwelcome
the seamstress draws breath
knowing well that alone she
owns the steely thread
that unconditionally
could salvage this impunity
but only open eyes can see
the justice of such a love
Jfw
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538
Untitled
For everything we know
a million queries hang
like echoes in the balance
creating quite the pang.
Jfw
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433
Untitled
some would talk about your wings
and you could think of other things
diversion from the pain it brings
the days of old and conquered kings
while others laugh about your plight
your stolen dreams and stolen might
plucked from you about midflight
a scolded vision in the night
still they speak like you were dead
or decomposing in your bed
it does not matter what is said
yet Someone speaks whose blood was shed:
the time has come for you to rise
to fly again among the skies
to rid your lungs of desperate sighs
to say goodbye to your goodbyes
Jfw
5
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449
Charms of the Flesh
They
hang from
my neck
like reminders
of innocence
lost, never-had, regained;
a life once-fully-immersed inside
gems of blind degredation...
and wonder now consumes me.
A subtle patience fills me:
one born and brewed long ago-
detracted and derailed
in a countless measure...
but it now fills me.
All has been tested.
All has been tried
but love unwavering-
both staid and unconditional...
and though the gems remain,
they serve as a greater reminder:
I was never what I had become.
And now,
I let that suffer and fade.
And I can live above
the charms-
for I have been
Remade.
Jfw
4
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434
Held in a Dream That Never Was
One can
swiftly fantasize
of anything
they wish:
to pine and flail -
romanticize -
and serve it
on a dish.
One can
quickly tire
of everything
they've known,
or one can
set a fire
and live the life
they own.
Jfw
5
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445
Sonnet of the Wish
To wish is like a vacuum in the core
of those who feel the Music incomplete;
without the Sea the sand knows not the shore.
Within, the warring ends in vain defeat.
The sword cannot be had without the Sheath,
as sharp as it may seem to all opposed.
In motion is the heart of One beneath
the leather of distrust that he composed.
And Poetry, once faithful, now derails
from empty tracks of iron, tried and kissed.
The Verse of hollow meter tries and fails
like chances never had and never missed.
The eager heat of men who love and lose?
(It rises in the silence of the Muse.)
Jfw
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438
The Fading of Green
It occurs when
the mind is still
and the eyes become
transfixed...
on lessons much
more important
than mere aging.
It happens if
the conditions
in which becoming
naked again
will not
escape our
naked attention.
Only what
you bring
to it will
bleed and follow through;
for with the fading of green,
what changes
most is you.
We view us
in a mirror
dimly lit.
Plumes of smoke
surround our sights to see.
In poverty, I come.
In poverty, I see.
In poverty, I become.
In poverty, I become seen.
I am seen,
not for that which
has corroded me,
but for all that
erodes my
shameful, shaming
shames.
No more names.
Let's drift away,
together,
in that sense
of shameless unity-
of profundity.
Of, to them, profanity.
From profane to great,
only we will be seen
in the dimly lit mirror,
on pages written once,
through the aging of our bodies...
in the fading of green.
(And we will truly be seen.)
Jfw
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650
sin
sin
my best guess
at a definition
from human experience
is that which makes you feel
empty and disjointed
after its commission
jfw
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498
Similar Eyes
I saw someone
today
that had
similar eyes
to yours;
and I felt
a remarkable sting
going into
my own eyes,
down into my heart
where it burned for awhile.
The sting resumed and rose upward,
making its way back
to these eyes
of mine,
that at this very moment
shed tears.
Jfw
3
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562
For What Will you be Known?
For What Will you Be Known?
I think about it often,
and yes, my life is
much like a book;
and even though that book
is within arm's reach,
yearning to be read and understood,
many will never read it, and still some
will perhaps casually peruse
one chapter...maybe two,
believing they know it in its entirety.
Read, unread, or misread...
the only thing for which I yearn
to be known consists of
only four letters and just one syllable;
I think you understand.
Jfw
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