October 2009
Re-discovering Dignity by: Karee Nour
Re-discovering Dignity
It began with a poem, so I find it ironic that its how our love ends.
For so many years, words have been my closest friends.
Their flowetry teaches and guides me in what I should do,
So I turn to them once more to be guided from you.
I told you I missed you and that I loved you as well,
But I don't really think you were prepared for this wealth.
Have I ever?
made you feel
like you deserve to feel?
said the words
I really meant to say?
done anything at all
to deserve your love?
my garden
dreading the worst, i stepped into my garden
steeling myself for a situation grave...
after lastnight's rainblast
fearing for my saplings small
big ones did not merit my fear
but stood still I.....
the saplings seemed refreshed as after a coffee
big ones shone with greenery,
if green could
and the lawn seemed perfect
I need not fear...
as almighty cares
I need not fear for my young ones too
as the Almighty that cares for THEM
cares for MINE too
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I AM WHO I AM.
SURE, CONFIDANT, NO WORRIES, LOVE ITSELF.
UNDERSTANDING, GENEROUS, KIND AND SINCERE.
EVERYTHING THAT IS MISSING FROM THE SOULESS SPHERE.
MINDFULL, EDUCATED, A VERY AWARE PROTECTOR.
LISTENER TO THE CALLS OF THE RAPED, AND THE RAPER.
THE EYE'S OF THE FALLEN
What am I doing, I would like to know why you are so happy.
When I gaze into your exsistance, your ora radiate's magnificance.
To much for me to stare, though I am fixated.
The creators blessings on you, rampage's my emotions.
What am I doing.
wild life of fantasies[continuation]
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UNACCEPTABLE TRUTH
Unacceptable truth
“He wasn’t normal”,
Words were out without
Weight
your face blooms, open
and I swallow the feeling from my joints
down to my stomach
to spill and spread,
or cling there, between my bones.
there is a hollow in your chest,
where your ribs split beneath flesh and the hair that spills like oil across it -
and you are open here.
eyelashes and nose and tongue
buried between your bones
and calm with knowing where you are.
Take away the skin between us,
like peach skin, bitten and ripped away
so that I can feel the fingers that build your hands
pulling at me –
so that my bruises are your fingertips.
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