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litha and sex magichow,
in the midsummer's circle he
was pressing his tongue into her
flower petal heart peeling out and tracing
stars into her skin hoping
the sage would keep on
burning, wasted away
into the cracks of the
little cottage in the woods that
sighed against the copse
and the curl
of her fingers against his
her pale yellow dress making
waves against the moonlight,
the erotes were good to her that night
but asked too much
of only bodies they received
ascend & de-
cline, rose quartz spilling off
into the air
and the city, thick
& rot with
One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love
Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road
Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness
Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak
Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
Unto the soul.
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
This unfortunate soul.
NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.
the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
he drew one of his
and I can navigate
by the light of stars
such as these
we are made
On the EdgeThere is a cliff at the edge of the world
Storm clouds gather and the wind howls
While I stand, arms stretched wide
Lightning shatters the endless darkness
CRACK! splits the cacophony
Thunder follows, so loud I can feel it
Wind whips the waves into mad crests below
Salt spray stinging jubilant eyes
Dolphins leap through the swells, fearless
There is peace amid your careful chaos
Knowledge that all things balance in the end
Fierce joy at being swept up in your arms at last
Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"
The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.
And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.
Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine
Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t
barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
at the moon.
so trickle his days.
he devotes himself to
forcing the torrid and the
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,
sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
striking stone against
but never do
into a single pattern.
over the technicolour platter.
yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca
nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
insecure about women like
i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
for you, signaling the end of
my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
Fear the Darki do not understand why no one helps us
we are hurting
we are being hurt
we cry out for help
but no one comes to our aid
there are so many people who could intervene
but they choose themeslves
instead of others
our bodies carry our pain like war scars
our tears are shed without evidence that they were ever there
we are always there whether you see us or not
we are always waiting for that one person who will
look at us and finally see us
instead of looking through us
or averting their eyes
they pretend we do not exist
that were not worth their time
or their help
and i guess we are not worth it
when so many people look at us
and see nothing
it's hard to see ourselves in any other light
we live in the shadows
we see how you treat us
we see the pity and disgust in your eyes
but you do not see the understanding in ours
because according to you we do not have
the right to be here
we do not even diserve the kick you throw our way
you think that we are just animals
lower than even th
cessation: paradoxcessation: paradox
psalmic glossolalias frame divinity adrift
in every crevice but our caustic conscious
cogitation darkens unseen cosmikaos
flames departing every untamed moment,
every mind-imprisoned breath, wreathing
consequenceless happening with a fallacy
a beginning and conclusion---causal, linear,
and shamed---bereft of anthrocentric order
we stand now at symphonic gates of sanity
unfurled, anarchic christly bellows to make
ashes of their world. should reason strike a
fancied cobweb, echoing necrotic praise, resign
deluded neurons to the timelessly annointed
Life and DeathLife and death
go hand in hand
One a lover; one a friend
One will give and one will take
Both will steal all that you make
One will beat you ;make you brave
The horrors of the common day
One will try and hold you tight
So you'll stop breathing by the night
One will scowl and carry on
Tears still come long past dawn
On will try to stay away,
Not wanting you to be scared today
Both will hurt but both still love
Don't be afraid, both shall come
GraceA downpour of rain,
Million drops against my skin.
All of them to hide my tears
But each a symbol of my fears.
I walk forward,
Presenting my face,
Hopelessly in chase.
Streams of water that never last,
Washing off from people gone past.
Mixed with tears and blood.
From here I run.
Forward, towards the sun.
But nothing is there,
Not a single success.
Still, I walk forward
Still presenting my face,
Except with undaunted grace.
With not a single look backwards.
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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