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Cycle by SedahLiah Cycle :iconsedahliah:SedahLiah 1 3
Stuck in a monologue; the
Matchstick theater
Where the performer
Hordes the seats and
Burns the receipts
Of old adages
And ramblings.
The crash of lights
In a camera lens
Frames a brand
New kind of argument;
The business of show and to
Let what's shown
Be bent.
The answer to immortality
Is an audience
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Untie Passion's roots
From Expectation,
Our carnal minds will never tell;
And in that hour-long
Of self, lift Detachment's spell.
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Travel: An Anthology
Walla Walla, WA
The first step, a new horizon
Will not unmeet my shy eye.
It stalks me but will not blink back.
The river running underneath
And trinket shops
Succumbing to sunset hues.
It's like arriving on a friend's doorstep,
And taking the guest room;
Drinking wine,
And letting the simple
Make a simpler man out of you.
Atlanta, GA
Sometimes in the absence of sleep,
The colors of love look different;
And in trying to define them,
Comes the madness.
Sometimes in the absence of love,
The feelings of pleasure feel hollow;
And in trying to refine them,
Sows the sadness.
Sometimes in a solitary place
You can see the pulsing
Of past promises, making
Honest indentations
In the sheets.
And sometimes in hotel lights
It's like you can see
Inch closer to a dream,
But it's harder, still, to sleep.
Charleston, SC
No home-grown souls, and mud-thick air
Welcomes the travelling bones.
You come once, and see hope,
Come again and wish you weren't there.
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In my waning I am pure.
In myself, my true selves mature
As dry passageways; a splash of concrete
Sets in a name.
In my aimless straying,
I settle,
For being stranger
Is better
For some; losing faith in the phases
Of what I've become.
Austere moon, the stubborn cells
That stir in me will breathe new life
In you; as the sun returns,
My inner chaos tames.
There is no growth without change.
The night is destitute, a womb
So self-contained; the mind, a satellite
Tied to only one wave.
Obscure moon, may your newness obscure me, too.
For there is no growth without change,
And small steps are steps all the same.
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Could the rented sun contest
Against the continent
That has splurged
And has spent blue skies,
Perhaps the ruins of my eyes
Could rest on yours and
See light, and feel blessed.
In the absence of ambience
It seems the air is less patient
For voices intent
On speaking plain.
Could these rented sentences make amends
For anything,
It's the staying still when
Legs are begging to begin,
When just one step feels too big.
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Silent as a foreign, bronze god in its shape,
Toward an endless sleep it cannot escape.
There is whiteness in space, centuries of sand
That must be collected by speck and by strand.
Already belonging to a spotless sea,
Figures still litter like an ancient algae.
The mind drowns, wanders when the spirit is weak;
The eyes too heavy to see the crude fuel leak.
Is it noble to die a slave, a machine
Meant just to clean...or a thing free from routine -
Silent as a foreign, bronze god in its shape,
Toward an endless sleep it cannot escape?
There is whiteness in space, centuries of sand
That must be collected by speck and by strand.
They remind me of floating youth left at dawn
From a faraway star dispersed and now gone.
Forever is a last stand, an intimate
Landing pad for when our ships can't hold the weight
And in the greedy blackness of all, they fall
On marble rocks. An orbit's pull cannot call
Us to surfaces, but instead we must crash.
A small planet awaits my vessel of trash,
Silent as a
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In bearing things, as memories,
A pull of one brings something more.
Could I recall
The only full
Expanse I've sensed, would this world then seem small?
In all things said of emptiness
It's a mess
Of molecules that serve that end.
The long-distraught leviathan called Past,
Unchanged, its wilting leaves
Will never last;
In bearing things as parts of me,
The sparseness
Starts to show
Where art can constantly span.
Hard to parse the
Distance I trek,
The dust left shows a destination
Best focused than reset.
Afterthoughts and premonitions
Of histories
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Where Loving Leads
Where loving leads I lean most heavily,
Where decisions aren't easy
And reactions are rash.
But it seems that if living has no locomotion
Then it's harder to fall, harder to crash.
I know of a love only taken not given,
And yet in its mercy I happily stand;
I see a woman enslaved by deep inhibition,
Wanting not to give in to a weak heart's demand.
"Where loving leads is sickening" she sang, once
To herself and then no longer.
Were it easy to change a statue, make it like you,
How could it grow stronger?
It was always up to me to charm, disarm, or just engross her.
Her way of being close: standing still as I inched closer.
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Muddy Waters
I cannot clean
In between where
'15 struck and
This year spanned, I'm
A muddy wreck of obstinate time.
Time just to sit
And with it be
Done, split the face
That I trace when
I cannot claw away from the pen.
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Funeral By The Sea
Choose your beach before you go,
Tears caught in throats will one day owe
The scenic vista one last flow.
Mountains will pose and breezes blow,
Avoiding tropes of air and land
But hanging there still by a strand.
Choose the beach where it will end,
Seafoam to outline and shape a friend
Whom was ill and fought just to attend.
Remain in them and you shall ascend
Near rocky cliffs by seagulls scanned,
The black contrasted by the sand.
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Gnawing Pretensions
For now, we have buried the sun,
A rotting powder for a gun;
The universe is overrun.
Pretensions gnaw in dialogues
Of casting calls by torpid dogs,
And off a plotting mask that fogs
Conversation, all are outdone.
For no purpose, Summer's name shifts,
And forms in kingdoms Heaven lifts
To match what king barely exists.
And what tales told shall still be spun?
Better the dust on a wet brow
Than the dirt on the field we plow.
We have buried each other, now
Let all seasons mourn everyone.
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A Thread-Thin Line
Of facts, she knew. From research notes could recall quotes to quickly spew.
Her passion grew, and passion floats like star-bound boats; on skies, she flew.
Textbooks could say, but not define, a thread-thin line walks minds that gray.
Facts can't outweigh a father's shine, that must decline somehow, someday.
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Near-Life Experience
Childhood is sniffing
Glue, refusing to sleep when
Neurons misfiring remind
You of knowledge; looking
Back the glue really smelled of guilt.
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Circadian Rhythms
There are years unclear to
Us, show-through embers burn
A hundred watts in turn;
Light pollution.
There are days unmade when
Less particles and waves
Fly at night in dark caves;
Sentinel space.
There are oscillations
And motions of eerie
Glow, maneuvering free
Inside our bones.
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Holding Curiosities
Against the far exhilarating peaks, the stars spring any which way.
Perhaps there are hands invisible to us shuffling and forming them.
Toward those high nights in high space, our gazes marvel the display.
Hands of gods holding curiosities to see our faces when they change.
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Random Favourites

Breaking Up At Breakfast
I wish that I had a smile like yours.
If I did, I'd catch laughter in a jar,
To be bottled and preserved and then served
Like jelly spread on toast: White, wheat or rye?
I long for milk when I hear babies cry
I once wished for a child with your eyes.
But why sigh for a glass that has been spilled?
The pitcher is sitting on the table.
I spooned you from my soul with a ladle
And now that you're gone I'll never look back
Though once in a while I'll wake to your laugh
You're now a nightmare instead of a dream.
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War and Love: A Parable
If only you could have been a baker
I think we'd have worked quite well together
You could have made belts and shoes from leather
You could have been a candlestick maker.
Will you fall in love again and take her
To the woods where we kissed and then tell her
That there once was a girl who loved better?
But I'm sure you'll swear not to forsake her.
I was young. You were young. Love was brand new.
I was strong. You were wrong. What could I do?
I hope she'll love you--I know you'll regret
The day you were blinded by war-crossed breath.
There are certain battles that can't be won-
You lost my heart when you picked up that gun.
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Lacuna - Revised
My rib-wrapped clock is chewing out its gears,
And reddens by each dark and heaving tick,
Quick seconds slipping; choking into years-
Though I in error, who drew the hammer,
To make my precious timepiece sick-
And dull as want of summer.
Now may I make a wish when every night;
I am hanging lower from the boughs of sleep?
Cast down with the bringer of light,
And begging beasts; to daily draw the breath,
To chambers still and arteries deep-
That closed up in your death.
But at what waxing price and secret cost,
To watch new flashes fleeting on your face?
Perhaps it is time I dragged close the loss,
And clutched it tight against all bitter winds,
In the hope that by some patient grace-
I"ll stay by forgiveness, forever tinged.
Torpid though low nightly torments stay,
How lucky I am; to miss and bathe in dreams,
Of absence through the dawn and into day.
From my far flung ship; I shall watch old Islands
Sliding past while sadly silver streams-
From Heaven; fall in silence.
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Early Aubade
If melodious birds were encumbered by words,
Would their speech be as music through hollow reeds
and quick like dewdrops spilling down leaves?
Or would it be violent and shudder with death?
In the morning chorus are a thousand threats,
angry advances and adverts for sex
In the dark after Eden; who spends their breath
only singing?
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To Summer
Realm of new gold, and blue-hot raging sun,   
Yellow kept kingdom of the spilling fields;
Blind under burning filaments that run
Like blood from the bursting heads of corn,
As sultry woods dapple with bluebell peals
And all the summer fruits of swallows song;
Are shaded by kestrels, glaring overhead
And jealous ponds are broken by the stares;
Of swollen mayflies, peering from the dead.
Bright Hyperion, who had never seen,
The dark side of the earth give birth to thoughts
That were not vanquished by a fiery screen
Of sunrise through his airy crystal courts.
Who glowing like a distant neutron star,
Passed his hours with the lightest heart,
Of all the gods that trod an ancient path,
When fledgling then came rising Jupiter,
To fell the giant from his roaring part,
And cast him down onto an ashen hearth.
Look not upon the lion faced season
Or its brazen path for answers to life,
But take the moment to trace the horizon,
And float on the seconds flooded with light.
Drink of t
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Cirrus Breakers
So feeling breakers
pass the edge
of a cirrus strewn and circular sky
In another summer
in another place
I have that bed on which to lie
In grass and thoughts; a fading trace
Of watching you
alone, asleep
behind an eastern air.
No ancient halls of Rome did speak
of beauty like your hair
That fell in spells and drew me down
still closer to your mouth
I keep these passing moments held
Of summers in the south
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June Roadworks
Ribbons of shining cars:
The countryside in parts
Will always be ours.
Drizzled in a distant June
as silver lace, let smoking
breathing moonlight race
in living strips, let temple steps
be made of every smiling road,
through fields that flashing, leapt by swift
as hedgerows drinking yellow dust,
that floated in a silent drift
and blew around there - missing us.
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It is dangerous any night
To mull too long on the inevitable song
In a raindrop's pallid flight.
By opening up to the minute flicker
Of water coursing from a tear
As concrete growing wearily darker
Damper, distance disappear.
Downwards and split on the earth
Reflections from a watery star.
I have never truly been hungry,
Never fought for food.
Never in a state of ecstasy,
At last have I... chewed.
But I have loved-
as one who has been alone,
Clung to the edge of a falling hope,
Built new dreams in a hurricane.
I blame the rain - I cannot sleep.
I spent too long on the tiny things
That did not care, I cannot sleep.
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Days on days; my hometown harboured,
Concrete cradles cast for me.
Children growing tall like ships
Alone and listing out to sea.
A whole world turning, under sheets,
A first beer, a first kiss;
The sweetest things a man could miss.
Old resonating beats still cry
From an evermore receding shore
And swallowed by a deadpan sky
They trail off... forgotten, unsure.
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Rick Veloz
Artist | Literature
United States
I'm interesting in unimportant ways. I write poetry. I also write music, and barely dabble with traditional arts.

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Malintra-Shadowmoon Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday :heart:
SedahLiah Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2018   Writer
A belated thank you! :bow:
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No problem, you are very welcome :)
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Miss your artwork.  Happy Birthday!
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And I miss posting my artwork here! Thanks for the birthday wishes. =)
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Thanks so much for the points :heart: :huggle:
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Happy to contribute! :huggle:
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Thank you for the favorites! I'm glad you enjoyed my poetry. :D
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You're very welcome. :)
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