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In the past few weeks, I've realized something. Something that's been at the back of my mind for a long time now.. which essentially, is the concept of 'power'. When I use the word, I look at the meaning of power through the eyes of the person who's been yielded or subjected to this 'strength'.



When someone's yielded you, or has the power to direct your moves, it is really a matter of perception. Now we all know, that for A to have a meaning, there is a heavy reliance on the corresponding binary, as an example, B to be defined. I know i'm bordering on esoterism here, so to make a little more sense.. for something to be 'above', there needs to be something that is 'below' it. So if someone were to declare men were superior, they cannot be superior unless they have something to be superior to..



To continue with the same logic, for someone to be strong or powerful, there needs to be another who is neither. And I find, we often let those w…

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MORMON HILLS 2

Like string beads on a monks neck, the years rolled on with your presence pressing down on me like a finger along them prayer beads. My heart restrained, and my mind wandering to a time when I found you enticing. I was stuck, like bubblegum on curly hair, I could not seperate myself from you.

When the warmth of the women that passed turned cold on your bed, I crawled into the sheets, my shame out the window. I put my arms around you, while you slumbered on and brought you close to my body, begging what the other women got liberally. If I was a dog, I'd be licking your feet in gratitude, for a life that was given so easily. To think back, when you pronounced your palms on my face, I felt nothing. Now, I feel everything.

Every frown line on your face, like waterways along sparse ground, spell trouble. I juggle my emotions like popcorn in heat, try to make you happy. And if you notice me at all, you say nothing. You do nothing, and as summer after summer passes by, with wilting plants …
the red nailed bitch dips her finger into your mouth, and as you suck it, she removes it out and trails her nail on your face, down your chest. when you close your eyes, you find yourself bobbing with the waves, your small boat. moving slowly away from the island that is me. you cant see me, but i'm watching you from behind all the trees and peeping over the rocks. as you drift, i look around. this isolation nauseating. i will not, i know, ever see you again. renegading on a promise made from false hope. and just when i want to cry for you so far away, so quick, you open your eyes and look at the bitch getting closer to your manhood. and you forget, that i was ever there, and enjoy the feeling of her stroke and her purr. and while your whore away, i sit with the darkness closing in all around, my sunburnt body caressed by the gentle sting of salty water all over my body. and as the water swims over my face, i run out of the strength to stay afloat, i give up. i open my eyes too no…

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me

Alfred Lord Tennyson