warm

you numb me!

present, not present. all the same.
you kill the voices
the poet,
you kill the prophet…
I am human again.

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to dance with the dead

“Hi there!
want a memory from Kosovo?”

I got plenty…
I got rivers flowing as if flowing inside
mountains high enough to reach the skies
I got clouds parting when viewed by me
and thoughts making me what I plan to be

but yes,
do give me one more.

Care

When was the last time she smiled?These words run through my headlike water runs throughthe mountains;Free, and uncontrollable!Cutting and corroding every thought of mine in it’s wake,leaving me no time to breath, thinkor even live, even if for another day.