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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

The secret

Come out,
come out,
wherever you are.
I know you’re in here.
You dirty little secret.
 
Nibbling and munching away
at the edges of my soul;
like some voracious parasite
smart enough to know
I must stay alive,
or it will surely die.

Autres oeuvres par Wil Kavi...
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…
Bone and ashes

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Heaven's rain

Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
 1
All i ever wanted

That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
 1
Deep within:

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
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

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?
 4
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
 1
Time

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
To the deep

Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
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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,
The storm

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
That was that

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Nemesis

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,



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