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When you are done
when the last thread is knotted
the last word is written and
the last sound has reverberated
its final note throughout the air
there is a sense of
finality and loss
Because when you are done
all you see is completion
and you are set free
from the compulsion to complete
to endure until the end
set gently from a fantasy
back into bleak reality
the passion has poured until empty
and if it feels like nothing is left
Blink when you are done
see it in its wholeness and entirety
and then turn and look beyond
for more than just one
there are many
and each possibility
is a new road to be
completed.
when the last thread is knotted
the last word is written and
the last sound has reverberated
its final note throughout the air
there is a sense of
finality and loss
Because when you are done
all you see is completion
and you are set free
from the compulsion to complete
to endure until the end
set gently from a fantasy
back into bleak reality
the passion has poured until empty
and if it feels like nothing is left
Blink when you are done
see it in its wholeness and entirety
and then turn and look beyond
for more than just one
there are many
and each possibility
is a new road to be
completed.
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Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Sometimes we rush through things to get it done but satisfaction wise it will never be complete.