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frankie-gestone
frankie-gestone
36/M/American
Life is ravishing for those who dare to open it And I am walking this path alone No disturbances in the frequencies Everyone, product of imagination Reflections of an alternative self This is my testimony I say to you Don’t hear, but listen Lift the veil, enter behind the curtains The mist dances, revolves around the waterfall Reflects us Like you, me the water both flows in calmness and forces in destructive impacts And on the other side is another dream Not just a new chapter, but an entirely new book Genesis A new entity like never seen, heard, or felt before The mind opens its eyes and the heart follows suit
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Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
Genesis 8
Dark Magic, you got the best of me I just keep coming back effortlessly For what it’s worth it got me temporarily Bystander, the product of imagination Jungle of animals calling into existence To speak to me and you and show us true essence Peak my mind beyond the limited sky Ride the bridge through all time Fly away, butterfly Angel with wings Temp me into your majesty, Oh Lord Highways and freeways of many realms slide into my mind Penetrate me Blue diamond, green emerald Color me inside out Shoot me into timeless territory Ready…set…go……..
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Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
Dark Magic
I yearn for the smell of autumn A kiss from nature in the maze of trees The ever changing colors and falling of days The night owl's hoots whisper in my ears like dreams And the day squirrel buries messages throughout the earth The breezy twilight comes without warning revealing her beauty only to those lucky to see The harvest moon reunites her golden glow with the black elegance of the sky And the stars dance around decoratively for your eyes and mine
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
Autumn Prayer
Peace is flowing as a river, and I am on a boat sailing down this stream That’s love- No pain, no worries Just water playing her music to my ears I am a guest in Nature’s house It makes no difference who I am. Nor if I am me or you, she or he, we or them She treats us just the same In this field, there is no pain, no separation between me and it, certainly no gain Time runs not forwards nor backwards here All is Now and All will never be back then or later Because the All that was then and will be later is just Now falsely projected by the mind of separation There is a comfort in knowing everything changes But an even deeper comfort in understanding its essence remains the same
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
Wu Wei's River
When the dust clears and you are near The air brushes a wind straight through your hair Sensations I cannot explain, sunshine or rain, I see you see me call your name In silence, the desperate call, I wait each night If the stars align, and Jupiter meets Saturn, then it is the time The gate will open and you will meet the lover’s nest The owl awaits and watches the hawk below Venus once the sun sets
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:49 AM UTC
Some Blues to Your Lovely Tune
You know you are a parasite But I will let you feed off of me Sometimes I desire the poison And a little dose is healthy now and then Because what I have is also yours And I live for you, I eat for you, I survive for you Your primary host They say you will destroy me from the inside out But I lured you in, I consciously made you part of me You did not come uninvited, and that is the point You came willingly So I feed myself you as you nourish yourself through me A symbiotic relationship For I do not go where I am not wanted Through good and bad times we (d)evolve together A true matrimony Now forever covalently bonded
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Un Parassita
An eternal place of pure fire and brimstone Cannot compare to the depths of an unrested mind The depths to which you can find no relief or to run and hide Hell is being alone in a crowded street or in a room with friends and family Or alone in the comfort of a made bed with you pacing inside my mind freely Heaven is all these things under different circumstances And the difference is in the mood and state in which the soul dances So the white dog lives with his obsession over his little black spot For this, he wants to run out of his skin but he is trapped while his mind rots Even to escape his body, he is always left with his mind worried where he buried his bone And he knows the dirt from his paws will leave a trace for others to find and roam His territory gets occupied from time to time By dogs with bigger spots and darker shades of black And his mind loses his dominance by inferior thoughts of all that he lacks Hell is when the comfort of your home becomes another prison And there is nowhere else to go but where you are Heaven is making peace with this and the ability to surrender For having lived backwards is the devil and to live in reverse is evil The old dog can learn the new trick that to turn around and go forward is the way of God
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
The doG liveD
Cover up your skin Those who abandon us wear us neatly thin The only way to win is to fill your empty heart I will give you what I don’t have as it is who we are Cover up your skin Hear the singing bowl or the mountain stream If we blend, what could it all mean? You and I or one and the same Cover up your skin From blonde to black If you hide from me I will always find you in my dreams Cover up your skin The crow cries in the trees Its tears sing a repeating melody The wind always blows you back to me Cover up your skin The last bit of flesh I want to see Underneath the art you can bleed And I will taste it, but not for free
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
Hidden Love
Then I heard, "We've met before. I believe countless times in innumerable lifetimes." She looked at me and said, "Boy, we have already done this. Don't you remember?" And the girl in my dreams said to look inside her eyes but not at her eyes. "There is a way out. I can show you if only you believe me. We can be free," she stated. Can the patterns really ever be broken? "You want temporary pleasure for permanent damage. This will **** you," she said. "Your mental imprisonment is an endless cycle, you broken record," she furiously lamented. "There is pain in everything. Pain in pleasure but pleasure in pain. What is growth without death? What is progress in happiness without change? The ultimate comfort is unknowingly repeating the same cycles over and over again. To enter the uncomfort zone is ultimate freedom." A beautiful dream just a brutal nightmare disguised that replays real events of the past in the mind until I wake up to realize they are no longer mine. I sit still and she whispers for me to look down as she offers me a hot cup of tea. There is a South Korean woman in a red dress in my tea. She wears a lavender rose through her hair while looking at me. The ocean current pushes the waves to the surface of my mouth. She holds my hand softly, then gives a firm grip. I am alone in a bedroom and there is a beautiful, but haunting Gregorian chant. I go out to the garden to pick foreign fruit from fences near an old church. I eat the fruit and she tells me to watch her hand. She draws three circles in the air. The first circle is small, the second is slightly bigger, and the third is much larger. "What is this?" I asked her with confusion in my voice. "Chaos," she said in an assuring manner. The circles followed each other surrounding me and going up and down. "But...can you see the order?" she asked me. I just watched them. "To understand the meaning is futile. It is beyond your comprehension. Things happen, you see. Maybe you think they are good or bad. It is just nature. Go with it and allow it. There you will become truth." This woman wore black, she had pale skin, seductive emerald-green eyes, long and straight black hair, with a face so beautiful is was beyond reason. I could not look away. She directed me with her finger to come with her. We were naked and she kissed me in a dark room with the moonlight striking her body from the window of her bedroom. I closed my eyes and I heard her say, "Now try to find me." I opened my eyes and she was gone. As euphoric as I felt, I wondered where she had gone and if I would ever see her again. I awoke to the oppressing sunlight burning my eyes. I felt an emptiness like never before. I searched lifetimes looking for her, only to receive hints of her echo. Every time it feels for sure I will meet her, I open the door to the beginning again. So I run and run in dreams. My mind is exhausted. There she is. I have found her. I wait for her to look at me and recognize me, but she never does. She sits alone crying. I wait and then I leave. Something is wrong. Which is worse, I thought: To be rejected by the most important thing you have ever known or for it to disappear forever from your grasp and live each day and night yearning for it again? If only there was a cure for the mind's obsessions. I woke up with no recollection of anything or who I even was. My phone was near my head ringing. I looked and it said, "Unknown Caller". Usually I never answer, but something told me to pick up and my curiosity got the best of me. I answered but said nothing. I listened and she said, "I found you," then asked, "What are we when our story ends?" There was nothing but pure silence until she responded with the question, "Now are you ready to be free?" I confirmed and followed her into the darkness.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Way
Then I heard, "We've met before. I believe countless times in innumerable lifetimes." She looked at me and said, "Boy, we have already done this. Don't you remember?" And the girl in my dreams said to look inside her eyes but not at her eyes. "There is a way out. I can show you if only you believe me. We can be free," she stated. Can the patterns really ever be broken? "You want temporary pleasure for permanent damage. This will **** you," she said. "Your mental imprisonment is an endless cycle, you broken record," she furiously lamented. "There is pain in everything. Pain in pleasure but pleasure in pain. What is growth without death? What is progress in happiness without change? The ultimate comfort is unknowingly repeating the same cycles over and over again. To enter the uncomfort zone is ultimate freedom." A beautiful dream just a brutal nightmare disguised that replays real events of the past in the mind until I wake up to realize they are no longer mine. I sit still and she whispers for me to look down as she offers me a hot cup of tea. There is a South Korean woman in a red dress in my tea. She wears a lavender rose through her hair while looking at me. The ocean current pushes the waves to the surface of my mouth. She holds my hand softly, then gives a firm grip. I am alone in a bedroom and there is a beautiful, but haunting Gregorian chant. I go out to the garden to pick foreign fruit from fences near an old church. I eat the fruit and she tells me to watch her hand. She draws three circles in the air. The first circle is small, the second is slightly bigger, and the third is much larger. "What is this?" I asked her with confusion in my voice. "Chaos," she said in an assuring manner. The circles followed each other surrounding me and going up and down. "But...can you see the order?" she asked me. I just watched them. "To understand the meaning is futile. It is beyond your comprehension. Things happen, you see. Maybe you think they are good or bad. It is just nature. Go with it and allow it. There you will become truth." This woman wore black, she had pale skin, seductive emerald-green eyes, long and straight black hair, with a face so beautiful is was beyond reason. I could not look away. She directed me with her finger to come with her. We were naked and she kissed me in a dark room with the moonlight striking her body from the window of her bedroom. I closed my eyes and I heard her say, "Now try to find me." I opened my eyes and she was gone. As euphoric as I felt, I wondered where she had gone and if I would ever see her again. I awoke to the oppressing sunlight burning my eyes. I felt an emptiness like never before. I searched lifetimes looking for her, only to receive hints of her echo. Every time it feels for sure I will meet her, I open the door to the beginning again. So I run and run in dreams. My mind is exhausted. There she is. I have found her. I wait for her to look at me and recognize me, but she never does. She sits alone crying. I wait and then I leave. Something is wrong. Which is worse, I thought: To be rejected by the most important thing you have ever known or for it to disappear forever from your grasp and live each day and night yearning for it again? If only there was a cure for the mind's obsessions. I woke up with no recollection of anything or who I even was. My phone was near my head ringing. I looked and it said, "Unknown Caller". Usually I never answer, but something told me to pick up and my curiosity got the best of me. I answered but said nothing. I listened and she said, "I found you," then asked, "What are we when our story ends?" There was nothing but pure silence until she responded with the question, "Now are you ready to be free?" I confirmed and followed her into the darkness.
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Play that melody for me And whisper in my ears You don't know it but you saw right through me and my worst fears The game I was playing was in your court Frozen still from your spell, I could not hide or run anymore And you are toxic, but it is just what I need Because you are beautiful especially when you scream or bleed Enticing is your magic, mesmerized and hypnotized with tricks Pure euphoria, I cannot help but love it Blinking fading lights in a dark room is where I get my fix Your pain is also my pain For it is a pleasure in me to see you crying in the rain Through chaos and order, your eyes ask for more But you are taken and everyone wants some of you The most elegant witch, a black widow crawling on a floor You are just a lost little girl seeking a home You are the witch but all your black clothes cannot cover your empty soul I can see all the universe through my reflection in your eyes Green emerald with a hint a blue liberates the waterfall of tears from your cries I will search for you again through the skies of time Somewhere between the seas and the mountains I can conquer all and make you mine
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
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