Poets. Modern Day Philosoph-ers.
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Issues
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Altair’s Haiku #1
If every kiss markedA lullaby for your headI’d kiss you thousand more – Ash
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Altair’s Poem
I find in hands seldom touchedLaid gently the violets blueHorizons broad with golden hue I find in voice seldom heardSinging bowl harmonic tuneRustle leaves high in noon I find in eyes once to meetPlummet ocean’s deepUniverse with stars to keep I find in mind so sharedWhispers of caressed airKintsugi in every tear I find in…
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Gray
Everything is grayHis words, his smoke, his dreamsThe paucity of colorI don’t know what it meansEverything is–Everything is falling, stallingYou aren’t who I was So madly enthralled withNo serendipity No, only disguised stupidityOnly–Only cursed maladaptive daydreaming. Everything is grayHis lies, his hands, his worldAnd I just sit hereAnd watch it burn – Ash
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Discarded like an Empty Bag of Dope
Discarded like an emptyBag of dopeI gave you that riseUntil it all came crashing downAnd now it’s so devoid of colorYou don’t know what it means. Your stupidity is abhorrentBut most of all disappointingWhen crafted so wiseAnd brilliantly admirable It feels like I’m at ground zeroYou aren’t who I thoughtI was enthralled withNo serendipityOnly disgusting…
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