Petits XVI

I always win

There’s prosperity in my touch

There’s blessings in my prayers

There’s luck in my wishes for you

Our friendship is the silver lining

My hope will become your potential realized

Too bad though

i love losing to those who say they care.

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Where I used to wince

There’s is only now wood

I knock upon it daily

Questioning if it will ever will be flesh once again.

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If you only like me…

Why have you done more than the one who said he loved me?

Why have you made me feel

When I was convinced that I’m all but hollow.

I hear a searching echo where i promised to only let in silence evermore.

reaching

I want to ask

Does it ever reach?

Or is it made to only stay

Throughout its mortal vessels

which cease to beat

in fear of missing

what they claim

could sway the heavens itself?

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Is it this gift what makes the

Waves themselves never cease?

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That makes our memories resound

what our innateness would otherwise

dismiss?

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Does it bring us closer to the Divine?

Or does the Divine breathe closer

To the winds?

Sealing within

The hush

of all that can ever be

Perceived…

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Allowing us to forget to be self

bringing us a mote closer

to the

One

i know.

i know that look!
i know every word that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why do so many share the same?]
that little jump, that little crinkled brow,
the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’

i know those words!

i see every word before it is spoken,
it lies within your mind
and spills forth from confidence assured,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”

i know that very thought!
i hear it before it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul
and struggles to come forth,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little contemplation, that little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”

yes but none ever voice nor think nor see…
that i cannot help,
but be me.

harmless

harmless aren’t i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle…moreso a reflection of every other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon me
do i not seem not here?
intangled within my own yearning-keening-dreamings and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first…