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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Mountain-top

It seems the only way
to reach the mountain-top,
is through the desert wasteland.
 
It is only there
that one might come to learn
all water is truly holy,
and thus,
all men are as one.

(2013)

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Cory Garcia
Altre opere di Wil Kavi...
No place to hide

If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
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Light of truth

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Why are you here ?

Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
Between these lines

Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
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You are what you seek

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Desert dwellers

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
The guardian

There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
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The abyss

Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Four walls

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
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Still running

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
The brittle queen

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
The secret

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
G-r-r-r-r

That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
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Ancient grief

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed



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