darkness

heart and mind of Just B

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Love? What of it?
A memory of the ways things
could be.
Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.

One of the rare gifted souls I’ve encountered on this path whose beautiful soul so effortlessly spills in words. Magic-like and profound. If you enjoyed this, you’ll love his work as much 🙂

Just B Poetry

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I exist in the depths of the shadow
     my mind.
My soul seeks comfort.
   The dew that collects
on the petals that glisten
   rays of sunshine.
Love? What of it?
   A memory of the ways things
could be.
  Some far off distant future
past rivers rushing childhood
  glimpses.
No more safety net daydream
  afternoons.
Spoon fed happiness tastes
   bitter as it curdles with age.
Home seems so far back the road
  is long with destination unknown.
Long winters.
  Stuck in the middle. I couldn’t
find my way if I turned back.
   Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.

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-‘๑’-

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so kindle the flame
and move towards me
in silent passion

come closer and burn away
these shadows
of seeming separation

h

naked truth

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what a strange beauty there is
in learning from the opposites

I love freely
because I know how it feels
not to be loved

I appreciate little things
whole heartedly
because I know how it is
to be taken for granted

I try hard to understand
because I know how it feels
to be misunderstood

I am and I am not
yet I persist

I often smile at the sun
I seek light
because I have seen
the darkest of nights

I know what freedom is
because I had been tied down
for too long to a place
I didn’t belong

I long for my home
because I know how agonizing
that separation is

covered in thorns
I delight in soothing
someone’s pain
having drowned in tears
I delight in a smile on a face

yes, you can call me insane
because I know there is nothing
no nothing in staying sane

I know yet I remain a fool
hiding behind words
look how I spill
my heart out

how amazing it is, I wonder
to have learnt from contradictions

…..

photography by Nassima Rothacker : http://www.nassimarothacker.com

h

incessant rain

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absorbed
in the symphony
of raindrops,
our shadows lend expression
to undiluted colors
of madness
of dreams
as you become my muse
inspiring me,
loving me

you come closer
draw me near
a meeting
upon the altar
of our shrine

a sweet torture
as amorous stars
fall from your gaze
into this silent reverie
fading us away

boundaries dissolve
words melt away
in this duet
between the shores
of delight and pain
submerged,
we loose ourselves
in the spell
that remains

……

inspired by music – Night of Rain by Craig Pitcher

muted thoughts

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the madness we caress
purity in your tears
treasure in these ruins,
and the futility of those fears
is it worth it, is it worth the pain?

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enough of pain
darkness and blurred sight
come close, heed to my plight
I have burnt the blame
in a holy flame
lead me from the ashes
show me your light

h

umbral chutzpah

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o love-creased redolence –
be my muse
inspire me
seep into my veins
then settle in my bones
feed this restless wanting
u n f o l d me
with your fingertips
become a part of me
a shadow
that never leaves
in thoughts
that I conceive
colour
me
deep
in your dark madness

h