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my lungs cannot handle
all of this fresh air.
the newness of the situation
does not register within
my brain and my heart
is lost in the sea of voices.

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Written by burrben

June 30, 2011 at 2:23 pm

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experiments with meditation (14)

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I am too easily bored
to ever become devout.
my mind races, searches
among the eons, collecting
the breath of each generation,
recycling through my body,
turning the beautiful energy
into some cosmic mindscape.
and it is in this world,
this world of allowance,
that the subdued light
of being can be seen
in its total, vibrant magnificence.

Written by burrben

June 29, 2011 at 2:03 pm

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with my eyes closed
the world sits still
letting my heart adventure
out of my body
and into the heavens.
the gods remain silent
leading me to secrets
spelling out the truth.

Written by burrben

June 27, 2011 at 3:33 pm

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I wanna taste your pain
upon my lips, letting
it drip slow, savoring
the warmth and basking
in the pure darkness.
I wanna break you into
a million, stained pieces,
piecing together the new
you from old parts, replacing
the hurt with some kind of love

Written by burrben

June 27, 2011 at 3:06 pm

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stuck

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no words
even willed
will come.
stoned brain
sit still
on edge
for hope
of reconciliation
and chance
to progress
with life.

Written by burrben

June 24, 2011 at 4:29 pm

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worry weighs long
as my eyes
begin to close.
surviving the wild
a constant burden.
life I want
almost at hand
but the worry
sits quietly stirring
as a cauldron
coming to boil
slowly each day.

Written by burrben

June 23, 2011 at 3:26 pm

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the falling star
is beautifully rare,
hiding in light
burning at night
catching my eye
filling my heart
giving slight hope
that the world
is better than
it may seem.

Written by burrben

June 23, 2011 at 2:51 pm

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