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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...
My love is true

My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Vanquished dragon

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
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.
The empty page

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Between the lines

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Listen

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
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…
I am oracle

I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
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Heaven's rain

Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
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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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Only you

It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
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Dinnertime Blues: depression

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
The old man

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
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…
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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