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Created poetry

I create as a sense of rememberance.
To remember a place, time or person.
I instill emotion to give it life, CPR, mouth to mouth as each heart beat moves.
That is my creation of poetry.
It is not to be queried or dissected.
Not so you can read my souls scars or feel it’s pages.
It’s just so I can remember, for tomorrow is yesterday’s today.

By Ceehle Wayne Suntele
18 July 2014 07:51

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anothers pain , your pain. the pain

Have you ever heard, read or felt the words of another’s pain.
Shivered as the reality of an immeasurable amount dawned on you.
Locked your eyes on the syllables of the movement their hearts made.
Awed as the dance relished in the company you unconsciously proclaimed.

We are told you can never feel another’s true pain for you are not them,
Therefore their shoes are not yours,
Meaning their walk cannot be treaded by your own.
And with that said, their pain cannot be shared.
 
But that can only be true if you allow the words,
The manifested figure on which pain rides,
To pass through the tunnels on your head.
That can only be true if you insist not to raise the signs that direct those galloping creatures to your own heart before they leave.
For you are just as human, you feel just as much joy and therefor your heart will recognize the riders as they approach from the northern winds

The difference only lies in the fact that your heart recognizes.
Meaning it has seen, translating to the fact that you have experienced.
Not the exact but a figment of such a being.
And because you have locked away that scar creating creature your body shivers in the thought of its escape.
Could you bear such a pain?

A pain lost in the abyss of who you were.
A pain that shrouds
The small.
Fragile.
Cloth-less you.
In a dark cloud that has dominion of your personal space.

How could you when locking it away brought you to a pain you refuse to experience again,
A realization that shaped you to who you are,
A transformation that crackled and crunched every bone in your body?

And here it stands before you,
Breathing that horrid. Humid. Rancid, breath as it stares in your daring eyes.
Threating to take you back to THAT place.
Though your mind an organ which bares the battle wounds knows it has defeated such a relic.
And the shivers subside as all that remains is the evaporated ash of what you once feared.

That pain is their pain and you have done what others deemed not possible and so stamp it with a label of a lesser evil an evil you reign upon.

By Ceehle Wayne Suntele

16 July 2014 00:09

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The decision

I pondered, thought, contemplated, all in,the position of le penseur
Lifeless motional emotional chemical processes
Ravaged devoured indulged consumed
Me.

All because, due to, in connection with, the arising result
That arrived, came to, approached, bestowed itself to
The conclusion, ending ,final ,death of
Hope.

So right now ,today, at this moment, currently i have
Decided, concluded, resolved, epiphimised,
During my chase, to attain , acquire, be in possession of you.
Its futile.

Ceehle Wayne Suntele
08 June 2014 17:57

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