Cerys Grant

Thick
Sweet
Enveloping love
Melted core of heart,
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Mother Earth screamed!
‘Mankind cannot be redeemed! ’
‘Their hearts are a deep hole! ’
‘They have never had a soul! ’
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Odel went through these dark halls of hell,
because a jury sent his soul down a well.
They didn't give him that much time,
to pay for the silent witness' crime.
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On torture hell bent!
Your mind will not let you repent!
Your soul to the underworld has been sent!
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Fight! Or be killed!
Become a warrior,
or a human shield.
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When a mother's love,
is the worst thing you can have,
look in the mirror and ask yourself:
am I Heather West?
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A lonely heart,
floating.
The evil spirit,
gloating.
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The morning is rushed by the standstill traffic.
The harsh sunlight fades the cars,
rage is always, only a moment away.
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Empathy is a photograph.
With the added quality of a mirrored penetration.
Not only do you see the fine, fibre detail of the enormity of pain,
but you also experience the superimposition of this,
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Just when that moment comes,
The fracture has reached your spine
The cracks have spread into capillaries of branches
You are about to be torn open
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Cleopatra’s needle stings like a bee.
Cleopatra’s needle is embedded in me.
Who the hell does Cleopatra think she is anyway?
And where is Cleopatra hiding in my sunny day?
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All encompassing reality,
Could be a single diversion.
From this comprehension,
your eyes will widen,
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Light be light,
And dust be dust.
It's only this
That we are able to trust.
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Born of self preservation,
to join in the cyclic dance.
With all others,
who were here long before us.
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The journey of the soul
Is opposite to that of the sun,
but the motion stays the same.
Time is an absorption of space between events.
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Do not judge a book by its cover,
This we have been told.
Do not judge a man by his face,
Sometimes the darkest of eyes
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