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Bright Light - Dark Words: Of a want of a destination
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Thursday, February 7, 2013. Of a want of a destination. The spring of my achievement has fled. My breath now freezes on the platform. I am here with my burdens. Searching for a destination. I fled my home in winter. More cold at heart than in bones. The tracks beat the rhythm of my flight. And snow had cloaked the decay. Yet when the train stopped in between. I dreamed of getting off. And walking into fields of white. Until I'm presently blind.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: February 2013
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Thursday, February 7, 2013. Of a want of a destination. The spring of my achievement has fled. My breath now freezes on the platform. I am here with my burdens. Searching for a destination. I fled my home in winter. More cold at heart than in bones. The tracks beat the rhythm of my flight. And snow had cloaked the decay. Yet when the train stopped in between. I dreamed of getting off. And walking into fields of white. Until I'm presently blind.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: I Made Myself...
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. I made myself an island. And carved its edges mild. I made myself an island. But It still became the wild. I made myself an island. Safe from all the waves. I made myself an island. Where I’ll dig my grave. I made myself an island. And it stands here still, alone. I made myself an island. When I really want a home. I made myself an island. And my walls became the sea. I made myself an island. Posted by Fyodor Lewis.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: June 2012
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Friday, June 15, 2012. I rage, I toil, I cower and sweat. I have not met my maker yet. And if I meet him I shall say,. 8216;Please come again another day. I am not ready. I am not ripe. The times not right! 8217; I’d wail and gripe. I’d beg of him right there some sign. That he was fair; that fate aligned. And gave me all that I deserved. Not less and from the path I swerved. By some dark power ill beset. To full crescendo of regret. A countdow...
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Bright Light - Dark Words: September 2011
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Friday, September 30, 2011. Till the moment after my last breath. In the midst of turmoils. Economic, environmental and emotional. When all I own is dust. When all I know is gone. When all I love has passed. I defy it when. Those in charge act like children. When suffering spreads like a wound. When the rational seems defeated by madness. When the voices of children. And I do not defy it with anger. I do not fling impotent rage into the wind.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: July 2011
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Sunday, July 31, 2011. Were I to Scoop Out a Star. Were I to scoop out a star. From an isolated sky. And place it in your hands. Were I to feed you its brilliance. Were I to feed you Polaris. Or the gem in Orion's Belt. Were I to feed you the Lion's tail. Or the entire milky way. Were I to wait. Until the glowing bits. Went down inside your slender neck. And gathered in your stomach. Were I to wait. Were I to wait. Till your eyelashes sparkled.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: October 2011
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Wednesday, October 5, 2011. I made myself an island. And carved its edges mild. I made myself an island. But It still became the wild. I made myself an island. Safe from all the waves. I made myself an island. Where I’ll dig my grave. I made myself an island. And it stands here still, alone. I made myself an island. When I really want a home. I made myself an island. And my walls became the sea. I made myself an island. Posted by Fyodor Lewis.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: My Choice Draught
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Wednesday, February 1, 2012. I’m inebriated on life. And all it has to offer. I keep taking big gulps. 8212;Coughing, spluttering, spilling—. Rather than sips and swallows. There is so much music. Sights, smells, things to try. There are so many books,. Sports, jobs, games, skills, responsibilities. There are so many of them. So many of us. So many stories,. Tales of families, sorrows, joys. Of evil, good and all that’s between,. Simple Diagnos...
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Bright Light - Dark Words: February 2014
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Sunday, February 9, 2014. The Entropy of The Human Soul - Part I. Part I. The Dénouement. Beginnings are so gurgling, giggling new. And I’ve had one or two. But when the time comes to end. I find that it, I cannot do. And what will it take. To find my heart and mind awake. To make more (time) than I spend. And bring this entropy to brake? I will not find my “Here! That special place to wend. And weave my way to in my end. I wander in my state.
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Bright Light - Dark Words: March 2011
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Bright Light - Dark Words. Poetry and Prose by Fyodor Lewis. Saturday, March 26, 2011. Shadows Lit and Fled. The shadows lit and fled within the cave-. The hole of past iniquities piled high. And packed closer than stacked Parisian ’combs. Of bones on bones; mixed neighbours friends and foes. Till numbers disappear with all the names. Yet when the crack of earthquake, pain and trial. Broke through the granite roof of strong facades. And split the cave in two down to the roots. Yet despite everything that...
