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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

The secret

Come out,
come out,
wherever you are.
I know you’re in here.
You dirty little secret.
 
Nibbling and munching away
at the edges of my soul;
like some voracious parasite
smart enough to know
I must stay alive,
or it will surely die.

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Four walls

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
Desert dwellers

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
Into the desert

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
Heaven's rain

Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
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Stick man clacking

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
I am oracle

I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
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It is me

It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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The village well

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Step right up

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Lover's tryst

Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
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Why are you here ?

Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
How are you?

How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
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The horseman

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
The guardian

There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
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No way out but in

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.



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