Rodion Myshkin

It's been months since his passing
Yet thoughts leading to him, are they trespassing?

I was born into the borders Brazil and Argentina,
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I am not your admirer,
But an envious critic!
How dare your verse humble me
With such clarity beyond excess
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Amusing a ruse
To confuse and fuse
Honest lies
And severing ties.
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Forever mine,
A letter with love in every line,
So easy in words when I write for you
Just flows in verse as thoughts surround you.
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LOST AGAIN
I HIDE MY PAIN,
DARKNESS GLOOMS
BLINDING MY BLOOMS;
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A moment to meditate
Before I dedicate,
Closed walls cannot confine
Darkness was mine,
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A day, another,
Goes with plaintive colour,
The strings do strain,
As questions remain.
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Canto 1
Sharp with a pointed surge,
Thrust in deep,
My bloated beats merge,
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Many a death I mourned
With aching grief,
But none too sweeter than
The death of god.
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Share that cup of hemlock
that this day you so softly raised,
To taste patient peace that mock
Chains in piety faced,
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Let me build my own verse on the Multiverse
A Singularity towards infinity possibilities,
Inflation or String, it's all probabilities
But yeah, better than Gods, of course.
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I imagine a day 13.9 billion years ago
That doesn't exist;
A day without an yesterday,
It was the time
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Time's a curious calender;
In his humble hopes for my surrender,
My raging brain grew fonder
With Substance to ponder.
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Around the World
Face to Face,
There's Something About Us,
Feeling Derezzed! ! !
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So many ways to my final breath
But so few have I given a chance,
The tipping edge in view at a glance
No pause - but respect poor Macbeth.
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Texting post midnights
MJ brought us close,
Laughing off mad ambitions
Fantasy beings paved our fights,
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Let me not be a judge
For you to grudge,
Let me not play the fool
For you to rule,
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To begin a tale of change
That spans timely range,
A look back to the past
Searching moments from the vast,
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The devil has come
So again,
No peace of mind...
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The clouds make faces at me,
Am I a mockery to the heavens?
The mud crumbles under my weight,
Am I not worthy to stand on my feet?
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