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EvidentHalo
Truly this is what I am, when I die I'll be dead with a pen in my hand.
Unwinding, unraveling Revelling in the intertwining, Wood roots of winding, raveling Wood unwinding, unraveling. ~ With it came Wood rods and leaves, not understanding Wanting to be together Bound in understanding. With purpose and movement of woodland wiring. (Unwinding, and unraveling.) ~ Unwinding, unraveling Back to the earth Revelling in the intertwining Wood roots of winding, raveling Wood unwinding, unraveling. ~ Returned to the mother Queen Mother Earth, of nature's dream Woodland spirits sing to, and praise To the wood Queen, Earth, they sing.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
(Wood)
Running from something Noises in shade Shape shadow Covered in sounds name, Speak in creaks... ...hear: and wonder what if: It came up behind you... and held you in grip. A thing of dark Undiscovered, never seen Perhaps grown in the fertile soil Of runaway dreams. ~ So run through the courtyard And pray the door opens, And isn't the cavern To the mouth in it's head. So run through the courtyard! And feel the door open Just pray it isn't To the mouth in it's head.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
(Running)
Dance with me, just one more dance the song has ended, But twice is what I need. To hold you close to me again- And really take you in and breathe. - What you are rests upon my cheeks, And my heart is patched and pauses grief. What you are, rests upon me. You and I again. - You look so beautiful, Today, tomorrow, an hour before. I spin you for a second time, As your dress softly scrapes the floor. Seeing you a second time Is what I needed more. - Coming to an end, I cant let you go Because when I do you'll see the tears in my eyes. I cant let you go- because... - I need our last dance... Twice. I need that last embrace again, To be breathtakingly just as tight.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
The Ballroom: Un Autre, Dos
And so she cried, To be wanted- loved. To find hands to caress and hold her up, To wash her face and love her spine Bound in skin and leather- stare To fold her paragraphs, to hold each leaf. Letters fair and finding want: Set in stare, sat upon To sit and wait for her young man fair Her; She was waiting there. Need for one; To open and look To: Inside her soul; to be her rook. And in time... As it stole- (As it does) Brought dust and dirt and careless love, Broken crystal sphere dream Never came the true one- Seemed to ignore her there- She: Unseen. He: always there, but never was. He: wanting not for foot Never placed it near her root And was; and not, in time and trace. And still forever longing was she- To partake of him Her, He: His countenance to grace. Fair moon, fair moon! Dim and waning Waning- winding "This tear so great, my pages scarce." Wished this one: For now, forever foreign touch. And called for me on that eve I heard her cry To her I went- I walked, every step wider and wider stride Motives unknown, childlike in snout Left judgement at foothold of her home. I grasped her- her spine I her loving debutante And she with me to strike The dusty and forgotten road. Perhaps in time I too may give A story of my own journey amiss, But for now...she: I am devoted To finding her, her place For her to find a careful hand To care for her to- Love each ampersand. Love each stroke of her lips, To know each page from her diary- that now does drip.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Gwendolyn
Her King Her father He, a God in his own right. - An emissary for peace He; loved by all, and had no counter-part He was her father And she his princess. - Long after still these memories stirred She being carried on his shoulders Shortly so, and rightly so So was love, and love thereafter She his princess and none thereafter. - This woman with no master Had her father's will She was bound by spirit strength Bound by indomitable will. - And so the king lived, Carried his princess upon his shoulders And soon thereafter- her time to lead Was still carried upon his shoulders. - And she thereafter had sons, in this- this studious manner And so there was peace in this land, and all they touched thereafter.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Her King
Harness the sun. - I have in my holster A ball of light Hold it tightly! Burn every soul All are cold, The world is night. - With the power of might The sun at my side, (Fearful fearful.) - Infinite energy I have in my holster The sun of all light The sun is stinging: I with it's might. The power I weild is the power of light. - It cries for revenge But I'll not let it go further I am the matter, the sun in my holster. - Scream! Gutteral roar! The cry of the nations! The sun in my holster. Power is power- My frame unshaken! In my holster- the infinite sun The infinite God, The sun of all suns. Defense isn't needed With the sun in my holster The God I've succeeded, the sun will not smolder The God I succeed: The sun in my holster.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Holster
Alone. So very alone. The echoes in my mind Reflect back, and I hear. "Alone. "So very alone." - I can't very well understand. Why it is or why, I cant. But what I know is simple, im reminded very slow I'm alone, So very alone. At days end im just the same as I was Alone. - Off in the distance I see, Those who are very near to me. And yet I do not know them, or cannot grasp Their clothing in these hands. I hear the voice inside my mind, Cry to itself as it weeps inside It says: "Alone! "So very alone!" "So where to go, shall we go?! "That we might not be alone?"
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
Alone
Two palms In it- what's in it!? Touch on touch- Five on five. - A wall in-between Touching not them But concrete dust and heat. - Why was this built? Why this to exist? One cannot break with lonely two fists. - I only have two, just two. And I miss.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Two Palms
(Poppy tears) "Why you crying baby? You've been sober ten years!" Dopamine, slow adrene' My dog cried tonight Sad soul was on the rug last night, Had a shape like my best friend And a face just like her grin. There are droves of drugs in all the land Fitting for every palm- and calm every hand. For pride, for want, for lust, for hate. The poppy tears make us salivate. Sober or not, monster locked in the tower Monster locked in cellar Monster in the kitchen with grandpas cancer. Hereditary, Dietetic. We cant help but look at each other and say:- "The human race is pathetic." Cold compress holds us back, Every ant has a poison that gives her heart a heart attack. With every wasp, and hornet kind Comes a fever, That just melts the mind.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
⏺The Allegation of Mui Po
Not enough breath to breathe anymore, Not enough strength to heave anymore. Retching that thing into the sink, Wretched call on the telegraph- Morse code rapping and tapping upon the sink. Pounding away at muscle and vet, Unbelief in the idea of death- Slowly rests as a crown on head. Hard-line in a closing stall Best of all- sold out, capital fall Production has ended on all accounts, A poison fountain now springs out. And as the sickness becomes- Both a synonym for you; and for disturbed Spile: not mild ash within Spills over: magma dharma Pray it will end.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Madam Graham