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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

No strings

I have suffered much
while upon this earth,
so aching to belong.
 
To whom, or what,
or why?
I cannot say.
 
It seems I’m made
an aimless marionette
with no strings attached.
 
How cruel a curse is this?
How shall I make my way?

(2013)

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Lover's tryst

Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
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The brittle queen

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
Imperfect time and place.

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
The quiet place

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
I am here now

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
Listen

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Nothing less

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
The horseman

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Whispers

While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
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Amends

I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
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glosa....'The Beggar and the Woman"

Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
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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…
Wheel of karma

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Abandoned

My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
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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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