Tag Archives: soul

Arc

Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art. Advertisements

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Wilds

Slow down, my brave child, where wilds grow, soul is taken– You star your own fate.

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Begin

No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.

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Unabated

Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.

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Sincerely Yours

Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.

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There

Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.

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Praise

Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.  

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Emily Dickinson

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading

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Growing Young

I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading

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Lovesong, the Remix

It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self– Nerves on the first date.

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