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Capillaries of undefined emotions,
Versify forth
So truthfully incomplete

Empty immediacy of thought,
Spew from my mindseams
So unequivocally pointless

And from this I withdrew my passions,
From these fallow lands-
I cultivated a heart that will travel a path
Of unending surrender

In this unseen, in these burning orchids,
Tendrils of uncomming tomorrows
Sifting through sorrow to find beauty lying there
Afraid to face a sky filled with grey
Thinking that perhaps-
We are not worth enough to feel hopeless

Misery speaks many languages,
Relaying truths incomprehensible-
To souls untainted by the search for love

My dear enmity engulfs me,
An art of depreciating spirits,
Residing in the last note of hearts lonely echoes

Fulfilling its promise to silence,
The dark feels quiet and deep
Holding secrets of light and sleep
Forever gone within reach of my fingertips

The world tends to end where the past is relived
And the present seems impossible,
Where the seconds feel immense
And the shadows no longer follow you

Knowing nothing-
But solitude devouring time
Leaving behind shreds of the past
A moment that might have been mine

In benevolent skies,
Understanding demise in the midst
Of a parlor in my mind,
Fanciful tides of a murderous ocean
Rising by a moon-
That will never know why I grieve at night
As if it would ever matter-
Why life seems to be the way it feels to me...

Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005




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On Tuesday August 30th, 2005, urbanhumility (1377) writes:
your choice of words is so percise ........and latent, i feel heavy with quandry.......and at peace knowing that my emotions have a place to reside.....in your poetry.....well done.......urban


On Wednesday August 3rd, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
The feel like a rush of dark silky smooth suffering overcomes me...its like a rushing tide, but with an acceptance that you will keep your head above it despite the strain, despite all odds stacked up against you...


On Wednesday August 3rd, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
emotions are like blood flowing through your veins, necessary, unconscious, they just happen - spring up from some incomprehensible death and singularity is poked at in an effort to know


On Wednesday August 3rd, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
If it was clearly pointless you wouldnt feel at all, all has a reason despite its apparent senselessness its plague, its vilification by virtue of existence of the wonder in each day, whether its expressed or unexpressed it still bides there


On Wednesday August 3rd, 2005, Solace (1400) writes:
Tomorrow may never come, may never be, that is why they say man gorges on beauty, on the fleeting and ethereal magnificence...to dwell on sorrow as if it were bread has its own place...but for eternity?



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