Open your Poetic Heart

Open your heart to your poetic voice, the one that extends language to its limit, and devours the prescribed responsibilities your words -thoughts- impose in your life. Each time you hear the word LIMIT, challenge it by removing its definition from your core. Each time you hear the words HATE & YOU, change the meaning until it becomes a feather that doesn’t do harm. Each time you hear...
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Forest of Enlightenment

Filling entirely the forest of words with amazement I am as I pretend to know the reasons I contemplate. Creating the image of who I am from a forest with falling scraps which I believe is enlightened. Blindly attracted to the mystery of not knowing who I am as if in its obscurity laid the principia of knowledge. Driven radically by the force of the untamed curiosity I am as others fall...
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My Unnerving Brain

Extraordinary forest of a thousand tales choosing its trail as a river of words that better suits its purposes, so it can make a bitter fable out of reality that doesn’t give out favors unless its roots are sweetened by bliss. Immaculate forest extending its powers to the imaginary force of lightening nerves, illuminating the tail of reminiscences until they culminate in an instant of...
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Temple of Truth

Language is a tool, not a temple of truth. Thought is like language, so elusive that its bulwark crumbles as you dilute words in a creative broth. In the depth of our imaginary skills lies an abysm of joy. It is waiting for your explosive soul to dream its strongest by expanding language into endless coils of love. If language is a tool, is thought the reason or a result? As I desire, I limit...
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Chains of perception

The chains of perception sing the song of solitude. The chant echoes as a tribute to the tribe of objectivity. The trap is set. A spell of subjectivity is cast upon those who desire to control the silent through our melodic senses; stating it is objective by using our treacherous minds to build an empire out of dust. Can you feel how power becomes the powder that stings our owned sight?...
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Words in Fire

You strike me as irreverent, adhered to your principals, behaving as they have told you to behave, out of fear, out of sorrow, but do you actually question your words? You strike me as incomplete, striving for completeness, when there is nothing to be found, but a passion to be bound from the freedom you can’t find, do you distinguish fear from love? Stop your comparison, take a step...
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