Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

fighting (7 July 2010)

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mad
defenses
flattening stare

unresponsive
      ear
caught out or in

a locked gaze
devoid of empathy
like ooooh, a sound

easily escapable
but suddenly charged shut
behind unmoving

lips and the heart
has no traction here
(those eyes stare)

a creation of cages
busying and justifying
yet solidly flat

tight voices
blank blank blank
a cap on the heart

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