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Sorrowhead (ex Cheval), 12 april 2026

three

I - humorous

What to do in the time of sorrow
as you think that there is no tomorrow
Black Widow walking on the wall
all is left to scroll

II - intermezzo

(this while is vain
there is even no pain)

III - copy paste

new day creeps under my skin
pain is good
there is no sky blue enough for me
there is no sky to hide from suffering

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Sorrowhead (ex Cheval), 11 april 2026

*** (Today the snows)

Today the snows.
Clarity is broken
By crooked woods.
Some dark and insectoid lines
In search of the vital - I almost hear
Their noise. And I ask you again - shall we dance
On the icy pavement?

What we talk about has completely no meaning,
Though I am not quite sure if you see it the same way.
Few times before that matter was a kind of distortion
In our uncertain development.

As far as I can understand, you always used to say,
That things has got some sense. It is a bit humorous, of course,
Though sometimes I felt offended by that.

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steve, 19 december 2025

'All That I See And All That I Hear'

You've given me a dream that is real...
And you can't understand the things that I feel,
But I felt in my heart, the day that we met...
A connection with you I'll never forget,
Like rivers to the ocean, I'm drawn to you...
And like the sky that's above me, it's my heart that is blue,
You need only to speak, and the world disappears...
For "you're all that I see, and all that I hear",
I don't understand just why it is so...
But all that I feel, I try not to show,
So forgive me for feeling these things that you don't...
And speak not of love, and I promise I won't,
For just maybe we loved in a life long ago...
And my heart has remembered these things I can't show.

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steve, 19 december 2025

'No Part of Me'

How do I tell my heart that I don't need more pain...
You don't care for me, and all you bring is rain,
I used to think there was something, I thought you felt it too...
But you've made it crystal clear, you'll never feel what I do,
So I pick up what's left of my heart, and just start walking away...
I'm tired of all the excuses that I listen to every day,
If you want "no part of me," why do I want all of you...
Knowing how you really feel, it's something I can't do,
I only wanted to love you, and lift you a pedestal high...
But you only wanted to hurt me, so it's past time to say goodbye
I'll always care for you deeply, but I have to take care of me...
For when you're around, you just bring me down, and you can't feel what I see.

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Anthony DiMichele, 10 december 2025

DUST

I bury my crimes with their illusions.
The dirt breathes.
Cemeteries are Hospitals where our
money disappears.
I imagine all the empty coffins with
their mouthes open
waiting to be fed
with the dust in the light.
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Marek Gajowniczek, 22 february 2025

Grypowym grypsem

Wschód i Zachód są czerwone.
Czarne - drzew patyki.
Trudny idzie w naszą stronę
nacisk Ameryki.
.
Drżą przed jutrem słabsze,silne -
chronione wyjątki.
Przygotować się powinne
na Nowe Porządki!
.
Nieco nowe... nieco dawne
głębie pacyficzne -
ciemne, skryte i niejawne -
geostrategiczne.
.
Rury, kable i sonary
gdzieś w Rowach Marianów
pilotują system stary
w Czarnych dziurach Stanów.
.
Odkąd jest najlepszym wzorcem
głupszy dla głupiego -
Nie wiesz, co czynią pod korcem.
Nie dojrzysz nic z tego.
.
Komponują, koncertują
na dwa fortepiany.
Spokój świata demolują
od ściany do ściany!
.
Nie wiesz jaki jest dla draki
Ziemi stan kwantowy?
Na wszystko dla niepoznaki
musisz być gotowy!

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Satish Verma, 19 november 2024

Metaphysics Of Shrine

It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.

Did you ever come
out from yourself, to find the
meaning of life versus death?

Mathematics of love
was a dark matter. The loneliness of
success had made you a purdue.

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Satish Verma, 17 november 2024

Too Prudent

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.

It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in fish market.

Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.

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Satish Verma, 16 november 2024

Collective Loss

In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.

In war we take off
our shirts chasing the pain of
poverty. Do you doubt yourself?

In grief I was learning
from you. How to paralyze yourself
in voices of fake slogans.

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Satish Verma, 15 november 2024

In Your Own Temple

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?

Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.

You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?

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*** (Today the snows)

'All That I See And All That I Hear'

'No Part of Me'

DUST

Grypowym grypsem

Metaphysics Of Shrine

Too Prudent

Collective Loss

In Your Own Temple

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