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I Walk Back by Yair Hoenig A voice pulled my heart down to Earth, He said: “It’s time for you to leave, because I don’t have Any remnants from what I was or what I should have been.” Both my hands held each side of my heart and tore it in two, Two moments in time, Past and Future. What has led me to an unknown mystification has become an earth with no earth, As if everything that was there mortified life At the other side of my heart stood resolute the future. “History repeats itself “he said, But the four billion population Concealed themselves in a poisoned lockdown of fear from knowledge and Acknowledgment. Sons of gods they say…
Forgone Conclusion
The grip of self concern as if it was exhumed from a holy particle.
by Kelvin Parker
The future shrugged its shoulders and looked back.
Instantly the results crashed head on with my facial expressions
What is this swirl of man doing? They slave themselves for hideous sickness. Eminent declaration on one who holds more death. Nausea hit the future, as if urine had gone up all the way into his throat. “No one is happy at his share”, he hissed The foundation of love on a barren kiss. Pendent on his fate, as wind to its direction, Decided the future to turn himself up-side-down. He let man go back as they are advancing in time, While they slide down the valley of Earth and what is human. A voice pulled my heart down to Earth And said: “It’s time for you to go now, Back on your feet, walk towards your past And keep on going until you won’t speak but feel”. And set the future back onto its past.
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For the moment my confidence was paralyzed, And the disbelief shattered my face with open lacerations Dried blood squirted out the wounds of my reflections On my time and effort wasted The confusion dried the moisture from my contact lenses, And they formed into rings of glass that slashed at my eyelids The more I blinked, the deeper the cuts winked The shock caused my tongue to snatch at my tonsils And in between the duel intruded my saliva That tied up the end of my throat I tried to grasp for air, But was overwhelmed with this suffocation, And all I could do was stare Immediately my soul felt the impact For the moment my spirit was ruined A knife dug a deep cut across my right cheek