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Unleash your inner creativity
Where the mind and heart
Yearns to sketch the exuberance
Of the beauty of so many feelings
The soft inaudible utterances
Of the ink that flows through you
Becomes audible in murmurs
Louder and louder, they flow
Almost at the brink of insanity
Giving inspiration to creativity
Turmoil so revolutionary
Creativity is sometimes unsettling
Yet, so encompassing and revealing
Truth does find its way
Words that penetrate
The illusionary world of time
Creating a whirlwind
Feelings within the words
Creates an upheaval
Time itself cannot stand still
Words have the power
To travel beyond the known
Spiraling around the core
Of the world of consciousness
Bringing the unknown
Out of the shields of anonymity
For all to savor
Poet has the power to create
From nothing, starts the saga
Reaching a crescendo
Poetry uproots the sedentary minds
To a new realm of understanding
Words that are immortal
Love yourself
To understand its meaning
A beginning
Of an eternal bond with the soul
Reveal
The true identity of thyself
Decipher*
The true meaning of love
Extend
Your hand toward love
Love
Shall willingly embrace you
Share
This wealth of love with one and all
A path
Shall lead to the one who is special
Two hearts
Where love dwells is haven
Love
Is eternal and accepts you
Cosmic truth
You become a part of it
 Mar 2015 Kerli Tulva
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Painted scrolls in my hand
Painting brushes in my palm
Coloured hands and coloured faces?
Never filled my empty spaces

Took the blue from the sky?
Took the hazel from her eyes
Lover’s dreams colour my mind?
Fading treasures I can’t find

It’s all fading away
Different strokes of blackened ash

I know when you’re not here
‘Cause life turns old and grey
I know when you’re not here
I’m left empty with nothing to say
Voice feels spent this day
when death is a quarter away
and life has passed real quick
without a voice worth to speak!

Have I it properly harnessed
raised where most needed
or have it always compromise repressed
its urge for truth kept unheeded!

Did I war to blow it genuine
hushed it when demanded silence
or wore it with a fake coating
to buy peace with vain pretense!

Voice is ever enslaved to me
used as I chose to be
never able to utter its core
and life may only be a quarter more!
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