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NioclasN
NioclasN
22/M/Ireland
If your mind is open to the possibility that the sun rises when you need it to, Then everything will be alright. Just close your eyes and count the sheep, Dream, dream, carried in deep sleep- Until you wake to sunlight. The sound you hear; [pause] is the chorus of 30,000 sunrises- This is the average human life but yours is more spectacular. -- The humming in your ear is the hosanna in the highest! This is the cosmic heartbeat of the universe and beyond.
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Hum
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound. Sugar water for me to drown. Sugar water, A blessed sound! The doctor says, "This is not good". But when it's your food what should you do? I'd sooner starve than be without that heavenly, That sweet sweet sound. The angel choirs all sing aloud- Their voices together can move the clouds, That hang over me like deaths dark shroud. They say God is hard to please, But all I need is the sweet release. That fruit first plucked from the knowledge tree, Pressed now into liquid sweet. Out of the eater came something to eat. Out of the strong, something sweet. Amazing Grace how sweet the sound. My pulse falls slow, And hits the ground.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Something Sweet
A lonely man needs somebody to love, But he's too brittle. So broken that when he falls, All the kings horses and all the kings men, Couldn't put him together again. An angry man needs someone to confide in, But he's to fickle To choose a kind face. Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your long hair, Please save him from despair.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Song of Solomon 4:1
Out of the corner of your eye You spot the hesitancy. That moments pause; Brief In an eternity. And you wished you had looked away. But- it's too late now. That curious eye you have, The ability to see and feel, (that which cannot be seen or felt) They've let you down. It would be better if you had been blinded, (by the Sun, not illness). "...if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee"
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
The Trouble with Being Observant
(Hypnos- God of Sleep Eros- God of Love Nyx- Goddess of Night) ME: I closed my eyes And met 3 strangers Whose names I knew but, Could not express. They stood with grace and prowess, Each one grander than the next. They petitioned me to ask them, Anything at all, So I asked them about dreams, Given to us by gods. HYPNOS: A weak internal monologue, Lapsing into night. They sleep and breathe So slowly, They sleep; and breathe so deep. EROS: Their dreams I clouded, Tinged, with crimson haze. They long for one another, They long; To find each other. NYX: The dream ends now! As my darkness overwhelms. They no longer need to think, They drink; As to forget. ME: Pretence keeps up my dreaming, Innerspeaker of my thoughts, Past tense reveals it all: Groundskeeper To my soul. An arrow from your quivers Surely would do the job, Of a thousand Quarts of liqour Or novocaine, or god. NYX: When you see light You will see clearly, The truth of misery. Though I know nothing of such light, The darkness lives in me. EROS: Soon your day will come, To feel as all the rest. The burning fire of passion, Bellowing wild, A fire without smoke. HYPNOS: And now as you awake, Arise! Dear sir, go forth, Knowing of what you learned, In this episode, This dream.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Eros, Hypnos, Nyx
Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me, I'm the focus of your erratic emotions. Big birds and sharks circle below and above, I'm your very own psychotropical ocean. Goddesses weep that they'll never have me, I'm the desire of all women and menfolk. You're just a drop in my nicotine sea, I'm your Revelator, forever and amen. I open the book with seven tight seals, Peter man's the gate to a white scale paradise. A place for us who can heal the sick and lame, You darling dear will know nothing  of this. My eyes full of water I struggled to see, The physical signs of repeated emotion. They opened my skull so they could finally see, The darkness inside that caused all the commotion. Mother boiled water and she made me some tea, The darkened swirls combined with the clear water. She mixed it then with some sweet honey, Made me promise you'd never be her daughter. Your pupils dilate when you daydream of me, I'm the focus of your erratic emotions. Big birds and sharks circle below and above, I'm your very own psychotropical ocean.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
Ayahuasca
Skip, The heart stops momentarily. A moment's peace not to feel, Not to breathe. In that time everything is right. No worry, No pain, Nothing you do is in vain. But, The heart starts back up again. Flooded veins surge back, Full of emotions. In that instance the chaos ensues. Why me, What if, Nothing stifles the itch.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Sugar Rush
"I've fallen in love, And her philosophy is divine" he said. "Her words, they cascade. From her mouth- enchanting like surf on the sea. Her views expressed with anguish and creativity." I told him to run away. "She's just well spoken, well versed". But he only cursed me, And his heart became hardened. She had divided, She had decided, On his behalf. He was a sacrifice, and she had to eat .
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
A Shoreditch Lovesong #2
"I've fallen in love, And she's so beautiful I could die", he said. "Her hair, it flows. As much as a pixie cut can flow. Her eyes, they glow. As much as the gates of heaven can." I told him to look away. "Love is a child's game. Don't be a fool". But he was a ****** fool, And his heart was set upon her. Finding, Dining her. After all, She was a delicacy, and he had to eat.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
A Shoreditch Lovesong #1
She turns to look at me. Wide eyed, Me- beguiled. My anxiety begins to fade away into the unknown, A desert, sands, Both together and alone. Thinking to myself; "How lonely, How lovely". Though many have heard, so few have seen. The fairytales and stories, The endless signs and warnings, "Don't get too close" they say. But I don't care, I'm not even aware enough to care. Isaac worked 14 years for Rebecca. But I would work 14 and 7 more, And 7 years again if my god so desired, Just to catch a glimpse, To witness.
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Tenhert (The Doe)