Poem: 182
Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Francis Pedraza
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read

I speak into the silent realm.
I feel the violence of my sound against the silence.
I await execution at the hands of the silent ones.
But my pleasure is to make the love of speech.
And speech shall have her way with me.
I shall have a voice, or be damned.


Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

Francis Pedraza

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Is spirit moving?

Explosions: Poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

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