"I fought demons before I took a breath, looked at death inside of a womb, so nothing you do can break my cracked back; the bricked up soul that remains whole."
Anarchy of Healing
Tag: Vennie Kocsis poetry
Rootless Survivors
We gaze into our wave filled eyes, and the realization dawns, muted but firm, it is us, only us, against the ebbing world.
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Blankets
The value of old blankets for their memories, comfort, and emotional significance, while embracing their stories.
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The Enigmatic Pat Price: A Government Remote Viewer
Back to Hayes: Ode to Pat Price
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Roses and Alabaster
It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.
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When the Photons Call
The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
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Where Is Nowhere?
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
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A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.
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Un-Acknowledged
In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.
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Save It
Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.
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Collateral Damage Station
I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.
Vennie Kocsis 
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