poem

Comfort in self

Sometime ago, not a long time ago, Bornface was as he still is. He was quiet, noble, modest and always desired perfection. Bornface himself was very careful and keen to very small details of life that most people consider a necessary risk. Bornface never wanted to break the big don’ts of life, but he always …

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“Alone”

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in …

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The Perfect Prototype

It heals, when it feels, because it fulfills; A space, in a place, of grace; This restriction, of a conviction, thus much crucifixion; A reign, of chain, like Cain;   Twas first, and fast, but cursed; A moment, in a pavement, of torment; If only time, could sublime, so I could mime; Now it’s a …

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