dora - Hello Poetry

so, breath down my neck once, twice caress the line which marks the end of my body and the beginning of it -- today i have things to talk about big, spacious heart prone to aching singing in stuttering even, poet of the heart, stop fishing, for the fish is not yours to fish out- quit treasure hunting for secrets as you fly off from country, I lay in the dark, dreams of dreaming, but my muscles are ready, like those of a young athlete, and your plane I'd see off with my eyes all the way to Athens for I have something to say to you, only the heart is scared-sighted all my friends elsewhere like beautiful sculptures and this summer is pained by the truth of us all dying singular& strict& deafening & defying today, walking past the church where I said my first prayer, the thought of magic arose and i wonder of origins; i think this is how it should be: i watch& i remember and as long as alive is one bit of me ,they'll never go and when they do, for real, left behind will be my words and rosemary will mark ears of those who listened also just how many threads cross also how love burns words onto skin in my sleeping, and i wake up to read them in my head i watch from here yellow field flowers grow to a techno beat, bewildered by such shameless heart magic

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC

dora

HEART MAGIC

so, breath down my neck once, twice caress the line which marks the end of my body and the beginning of it -- today i have things to talk about big, spacious heart prone to aching singing in stuttering even, poet of the heart, stop fishing, for the fish is not yours to fish out- quit treasure hunting for secrets as you fly off from country, I lay in the dark, dreams of dreaming, but my muscles are ready, like those of a young athlete, and your plane I'd see off with my eyes all the way to Athens for I have something to say to you, only the heart is scared-sighted all my friends elsewhere like beautiful sculptures and this summer is pained by the truth of us all dying singular& strict& deafening & defying today, walking past the church where I said my first prayer, the thought of magic arose and i wonder of origins; i think this is how it should be: i watch& i remember and as long as alive is one bit of me ,they'll never go and when they do, for real, left behind will be my words and rosemary will mark ears of those who listened also just how many threads cross also how love burns words onto skin in my sleeping, and i wake up to read them in my head i watch from here yellow field flowers grow to a techno beat, bewildered by such shameless heart magic

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steal your own words preach, have a cig have a glass of water transform bigger gods, ya know bigger, fatter, just ****** lovely bloodier god available 24/7, first 3 months free great walls& warnings great flood of sweat& tears buildings higher each 500 years ( respect mountains madly bring cross to the top of them they must need it so there ) "your land is in for years of desperation + need come back where you belong, where you were given" statues crying in religious ecstasies backpacking pilgrims so far in the street they end up not in church, but steps of a modern arts museum gather lucky fortunes and buy pepper-pots live earthly walking on air **** it - Jesus just loved water ski **** on salt

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC

dora

REG

steal your own words preach, have a cig have a glass of water transform bigger gods, ya know bigger, fatter, just ****** lovely bloodier god available 24/7, first 3 months free great walls& warnings great flood of sweat& tears buildings higher each 500 years ( respect mountains madly bring cross to the top of them they must need it so there ) "your land is in for years of desperation + need come back where you belong, where you were given" statues crying in religious ecstasies backpacking pilgrims so far in the street they end up not in church, but steps of a modern arts museum gather lucky fortunes and buy pepper-pots live earthly walking on air **** it - Jesus just loved water ski **** on salt

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it's okay I am always going to cry and laugh in one night (and only some nights — all-together) (that's the trick) I am my best friend Paul I also happen to have a friend who happens to be named Paul who happens to be my best

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC

dora

OK, PAUL

it's okay I am always going to cry and laugh in one night (and only some nights — all-together) (that's the trick) I am my best friend Paul I also happen to have a friend who happens to be named Paul who happens to be my best

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an old car with rusty brakes, models, the Eiffel Tower, a zeppelin combs, a toothbrush, muddy sandals, posters of sunsets and other better worlds, a souvenir mug from Venice, an unmade bed, handwritten notes, letters unanswered, a ghost that wamnders through my veins and the present of your life

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dora

Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC

leslie-philibert

What is Left of my Son

an old car with rusty brakes, models, the Eiffel Tower, a zeppelin combs, a toothbrush, muddy sandals, posters of sunsets and other better worlds, a souvenir mug from Venice, an unmade bed, handwritten notes, letters unanswered, a ghost that wamnders through my veins and the present of your life

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Enstill code language Enstill love memory Enstill denim ***** with cherry beer Enstill a green leaf - given, permitted and held in back pocket as a reminding symbol of things Enstill stillness of feel - I still, yes, I am still Make sure, satisfied with yourself and the evening leave Or don't [stay here] [i permit you leave] [excuse the lovingly knowing look of me]

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC

dora

Still

Enstill code language Enstill love memory Enstill denim ***** with cherry beer Enstill a green leaf - given, permitted and held in back pocket as a reminding symbol of things Enstill stillness of feel - I still, yes, I am still Make sure, satisfied with yourself and the evening leave Or don't [stay here] [i permit you leave] [excuse the lovingly knowing look of me]

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here we are, in this diner beer and a watered down cuppa i wonder if it's always gonna be like this for us shoving sugar packets in my pocket leaving table with no tips and a sahara of spilled sweetener - it has our ways on it - i wonder if norm is normal anymore when dolce vita dolce far niente and it's abnormal doldrums go out the window like goes a roach or a gum no end to ur tainted fury in this freeway kingdom any dreadful shawarma joint is stuck with our initials tagged on the loo door of it while these children of fortune from the supermarket lot - they are bored dancing moves undanced before, by any i wonder why here& now why in bronze why us why in some little random church goose gone stripping for the bad luck of ours

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC

dora

Bad luck

here we are, in this diner beer and a watered down cuppa i wonder if it's always gonna be like this for us shoving sugar packets in my pocket leaving table with no tips and a sahara of spilled sweetener - it has our ways on it - i wonder if norm is normal anymore when dolce vita dolce far niente and it's abnormal doldrums go out the window like goes a roach or a gum no end to ur tainted fury in this freeway kingdom any dreadful shawarma joint is stuck with our initials tagged on the loo door of it while these children of fortune from the supermarket lot - they are bored dancing moves undanced before, by any i wonder why here& now why in bronze why us why in some little random church goose gone stripping for the bad luck of ours

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I never miss a thing around the skies are always above me 'never' always asks for an 'always' And blood will rush until it stops rushing chilly air of a chill night out - hold, release relive (free WI-FI) willingly crashing So many trippy kids and adults in the city of M. Empty beat attacks with the strength of a spring grizzly Heart slipped my mind like a metronome slapping Suddenly universal knee touch fulfilling each fantasy Was bad so could be good again, by that it was winning night knows playing cruelly, touch and run, taggers i go with it, i play along, i start dancing, head first, bare neck, collar settling cause of death: Guillotine in front of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on Smolenskaya Coke still evokes the taste of blood because of metal wrapping Indistinct music on the street so kind upon me helps swirling My curls grow, I cut'em, they come back I leave locks in the books reread, Franny and Zooey hold it * «Louis XVI, born Louis-Auguste, was the last King of France before the fall of the monarchy during the French Revolution. … Louis XVI was guillotined on 21 January 1793. … The executioner, Charles Henri Sanson, testified that the former king had bravely met his fate. » OST Wikipedia * «Jerome David Salinger was an American writer. … Salinger died of natural causes at his home in New Hampshire on January 27, 2010. He was 91. … The representative believed that Salinger's death was not a painful one. » OST Wikipedia * «Metronomy is an electronic music group formed in 1999. » OST Wikipedia

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Jun 15, 2018

Jun 15, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC

dora

IPOD NOTES (IM OUT& IPHONE DEAD AGAIN)

I never miss a thing around the skies are always above me 'never' always asks for an 'always' And blood will rush until it stops rushing chilly air of a chill night out - hold, release relive (free WI-FI) willingly crashing So many trippy kids and adults in the city of M. Empty beat attacks with the strength of a spring grizzly Heart slipped my mind like a metronome slapping Suddenly universal knee touch fulfilling each fantasy Was bad so could be good again, by that it was winning night knows playing cruelly, touch and run, taggers i go with it, i play along, i start dancing, head first, bare neck, collar settling cause of death: Guillotine in front of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on Smolenskaya Coke still evokes the taste of blood because of metal wrapping Indistinct music on the street so kind upon me helps swirling My curls grow, I cut'em, they come back I leave locks in the books reread, Franny and Zooey hold it * «Louis XVI, born Louis-Auguste, was the last King of France before the fall of the monarchy during the French Revolution. … Louis XVI was guillotined on 21 January 1793. … The executioner, Charles Henri Sanson, testified that the former king had bravely met his fate. » OST Wikipedia * «Jerome David Salinger was an American writer. … Salinger died of natural causes at his home in New Hampshire on January 27, 2010. He was 91. … The representative believed that Salinger's death was not a painful one. » OST Wikipedia * «Metronomy is an electronic music group formed in 1999. » OST Wikipedia

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MARIA, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME PROTECT FROM THE WOLF THAT WANTS YOUR LOVE WANTS ME TO BE HIS SWAN, HIS LILY WANTS ME TO EAT HIM BLUE OVER, SOMETIMES YELLOW WHITE FLOODS MONEY PROBLEMS HURT AND LEAVE WITHOUT WORDS WITHOUT WISHES WITHOUT SALT HE WHO TOUCHES THE BACK OF MY NECK AKNOWLEDGES MY WOMAN-ITY HE OBSERVES NIGHTLY WINDOWSHOPS THINKING THINGS HE COULD BRING FOR MY GLORY HE MEANS WELL HE WANTS TO WE KNOW THAT PAROLE SHARES WITHOUT ANY WORDS I WAIT FOR THE BOY WHEN THE MAN COMES STANDS AND STARES BY THE TREE THAT I SIT'N'SING ON HE HOLDS COLD, HE SHOT WOLF -- NOW IT'S HIS TURN MARIA, WHO WAS YOUR JESUS? HOW WELL CAN TWO LOVERS HOLD WITHOUT EACH OTHER FOR YEARS ON?

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Jun 15, 2018

Jun 15, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC

dora

Maria

MARIA, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME PROTECT FROM THE WOLF THAT WANTS YOUR LOVE WANTS ME TO BE HIS SWAN, HIS LILY WANTS ME TO EAT HIM BLUE OVER, SOMETIMES YELLOW WHITE FLOODS MONEY PROBLEMS HURT AND LEAVE WITHOUT WORDS WITHOUT WISHES WITHOUT SALT HE WHO TOUCHES THE BACK OF MY NECK AKNOWLEDGES MY WOMAN-ITY HE OBSERVES NIGHTLY WINDOWSHOPS THINKING THINGS HE COULD BRING FOR MY GLORY HE MEANS WELL HE WANTS TO WE KNOW THAT PAROLE SHARES WITHOUT ANY WORDS I WAIT FOR THE BOY WHEN THE MAN COMES STANDS AND STARES BY THE TREE THAT I SIT'N'SING ON HE HOLDS COLD, HE SHOT WOLF -- NOW IT'S HIS TURN MARIA, WHO WAS YOUR JESUS? HOW WELL CAN TWO LOVERS HOLD WITHOUT EACH OTHER FOR YEARS ON?

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