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You taught me to live unafraid, to take down my walls,
to be vulnerable, to love without condition.
And so I pray for you,
I keep you in my heart,
and I love you still.
A paralyzed conscience does not think, but it still acts. Motions run rampant, and emotions stoic in a world that dictates character with branding irons.
They slide past my lips, slowly, sensuously,
enticing, igniting imagination.
You can almost feel them, a whisper of passionate wishes,
as I draw them from the depths of desirous experience.
Silver shivered in winter’s tree so rare.
Clouds sifted snow on shoulders bare.
A delicate bird balancing on sun mist.
Mystical wings, where lover’s kissed.
It's so hard leaving you in the morning,
My heart is like an elastic band,
Pulling me back to you my darling,
But I know that you understand;
Sometimes we have worked together,
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A magenta mind slowly opened its eyes. Into a faint morning, a mist gathered legs, and left its moon fully compromised.
The path I’ve taken
The one I’ve trod
Is a path forsaken
By a vengeful God
The path I’ve chosen
Is drear and lonesome
Trees lean close in
Damp lies the sod
Is home the place where you now live,
Or is it where you choose to die?
Is it the place in which you give,
Your current job a decent try?
Is there even such a place as 'home'?
She stands at the corner of 33rd and Grand. She carries spools of threads in her long withered hands.
The sublime feeling of a love so true,
The joy of waking up next to you,
The cool freshness of the morning dew,
As the mist rolls over mountains green.
Such bliss, living in our rural town,
Looking very much like Jurassic Park,
When the mist rolls in and over the hills,
As autumn becomes winter, it grows dark
Much earlier, lights in the window sills.
Ha ha ha
Tra la la
Do re me fa: sol is kind
This song stuck on my mind
Tweet this tweet that
I’m wearing a purple hat
Why a purple hat?
Because it rhymes with that!
Tra la la
Ha ha ha
Medusa’s calling your name,
Under the cowl of vampiric fowl
You’re raising the stakes to the game.
A common greed, as succubi feed
Engulfing your final amen,
Planting the seed so all that you’ll need
Is the wisdom of darkness again!
Darkness gathers dust, the stars along our way. Into pools, the green and blue of silence, music comes out to play.
as dark as the night is outside
lingers darkness in this woman inside
the longing for life somewhere, someway, somehow
burned, washed away, can't remember when, or how
I see his book of poetry
Master poet of bygone years
And from his grave he speaks to me
With inaudible words quite clear.
I reach for Poe and read Lenore:
“Ah, broken is the golden bowl”
My dream like swirling cream,
Drifting clouds in my cup of tea.
Not knowing to which team,
I pay my obligation fee.
The vagueness of my scream,
Is it sadness or laughter?
I want to BE your LOVE to be
You caterer, your DREAMER to be
Not in this life, but the next
You’re shackled TODAY to another
In the next life your LOVE to be
With the rain, all the tears of the past fell,
it was a letting go, a beginning, a washing clean.
They danced in the rain,
grateful to have known the sorrow which brought joy,