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Icarus

Icarus

Self Determination

Self Determination
It’s never free
There is always a cost
Self determination
Requires
Casting off the yoke
Letting go of the world
Free from others condemnation
You are free to pursue
Your own course of action

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Imrogue
Altre opere di Icarus...
Still holding (though I want to let go)

Hope is so elusive It just won’t come near Hopelessness and foolishness Grasping to things that just aren’… I can’t seem to find freedom
To have loved

For an instant I touched it Greatness was upon me I wonder Do you know it?
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Holding on

You are a pain I can’t put out of… You are an ache I can’t cease to… The momentary joy worth limitless… Knowing the pain that was before m… I chose to embrace that momentary…
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Insecurity

I can no longer trust my mind not to betray me, and devour me To bury me with thoughts of insecu… Was it love was it something else
Redemption

It’s been 14 years Since we’ve spoken 14 years In which I’ve tried to Bury my regrets
dwell

2014-12-29-22-53-36_poetryx choose each moment how to act what to say
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We cross one another

In the street. Pensive glares pregnant with meaning. Imagined Memories. Greetings between Former lovers wrenched
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Fear actualized

2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
The Picinic

The two of them sat face to face by the banks of the narrow stream smoking cigarettes, throwing stone… and dismantling
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Scrap Metal

Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
Exchanging griefs

I can’t help wondering Was that really you Could it have been so High If I could answer
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Little I can do

Little I can do Now that I have injured you I must disgust you
Waste

Youth is wasted Proving you are a man Seniority is wasted Lementing lost youth
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Cautionary tale

Blessed to see Even momentarily To touch The greatest of heights reached by two people of one mind
The hangman

There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
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