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Published:June 23rd, 2010 18:15 EST
Malice's Mercy

Malice's Mercy

By Angela Kocsis

I am bothered in all

kinds of places right now.

There is a beauty in this freedom.

It wraps me like a soft blanket,

like warmth and breath.


Sometimes the wind is


and I

cry when I see the sun.

Sometimes the birds

compel me

and I

am uncertain here.


I am wishes and dreams

of what is soon to be.

I am aftermath and silence,

surrender and calm.


I am raging love and

exclusive laughter with

smiles that are only mine.

I smell sweet. I am Divine.


I am Malice`s mercy.

I am grace so achieved,

and if you need to feel alive,

my friends, just look at me.


I am human poetry,

the song of the weeping willow tree

and if the mood should strike you,

sing songs and dance.


Its not difficult,

this place.

Its not so frustrating,

this disgrace,

as the matriarch falls

on the flowing reeds.


They are out-numbered by

tornadoes of love,

sweeping swiftly across

these mountainous deserts.

And I am a witness.


I am the sand scribe.

I read the tides,

discover windstorms and

interpret the moon.

I speak through midnight.


Doubt me not for I

have none to gain but

just a lesson of where

 my heart should speak.

And so I give freely

a moment of me.



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