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Recipient

The Given

Recipient

A surrender to the current is easy .
One must be very brittle, pliant to mold and shape, almost...

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The Light

Battered bulbs took turns to burn
the eyes that yearned for scattered rays.
And through the...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes.....

Flower Of Grace

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes.....

FLOWER OF GRACE
The face, a bloom, in springtime's gentle sway,
A delicate flower, bathed in...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI wites....

MIRROR OF THE SOUL

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI wites....

MIRROR OF THE SOUL
The face, a canvas where emotions reside,
A mirror reflecting, where the...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

Dream Beauty

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

DREAM BEAUTY
Eyes full of dreams, a smile full of stories told,
A shimmering pond where...

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Just Another Day In Heaven...

Tis early morn.
On my soul another day does adorn.
Sky coloured an electric blue.
All...

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CONTAGIOUS?

CONTAGIOUS?

There must be something going around...

Five years seems to be a Memory Struggle...

They...

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With Eyes Closed

With Eyes Closed

In the Coyote's
mouth
bore my innocence

sexual identity
no consequence...

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My Son Brian C Whitford

2/7/1977----6/26/2023. Bubba

My son,
My son,
I miss you.
I wish I could see you and hear all your war stories...

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A Gallery

Memories painted in my mind in oils and water colors
Some in youthful, happy colors, painted with...

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Frost Moon: Winter's...

Frost Moon: Winter's Dream

The frost moon, a winter's dream

Frosted with snow like icing on a cake

...

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Angels Unaware

If I cared I would no longer be dangerous
If I mourned
I would know the reason for my grief...

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Moth Balls

Are you kidding me?

Literally breath of life is our air
The flowing invisible element we take so casually
The...

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The Christed ones

Me thinks dear Yorick
I am seduced with words today
The floodgates of consciousness got a...

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An Uncommon Prayer

If the days aren't sweet enough then remember how few of them are left
If the trifling things of...

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Gaining me back

Gaining me back

I may sill have days where by brain and body dissociate form each other but that’s okay as I’m learning...

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Scrounging for boogers...

Scrounging for boogers wrought my damn nostrils nearly to bust

Warning: The following material no worse than getting cooties. I remember them way back in grade school,...