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hellomichaelcroe
hellomichaelcroe
108/M/The Cherry Tree Forest I'm a Gnome. I live deep in the Cherry Tree Forest where my lovely wife Periwinkle and I tend to our magical garden. Fruits and vegetables are abundant & we grow plants for healing and visions.
the unbearable fear! our white washed reality's thin veneer is pealing away revealing the bloated rotting carcass underneath spewing dense shadows & gnashing it's teeth wailing helplessly the Word the Word that man has uttered throughout the ages on various stages & through the oppressing bars of desolate cages the very Word   that brought us forth from the dark now haunts our dreams only passing our lips through midnight screams with a jolt we bolt upright out of our narcosis paralyzed by fear how did we get here?
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Oh dear...
Your toes curl under quivering breath      in abandon to the power of sweet caress         yes           yes! Yes! to the dripping ecstasy of our union      to the penetrated walls of the Self we dance wildly through puddles & stains        free of the pains of fetters and chains           Free! we cast into the fire the boundaries of flesh      & weave our bodies into euphoric mesh prostrate at the flowing alter of Love.
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Penetrated Walls of the Self
~~~ Hello there insect buzzing through the air why don't you come & sit in my snare...                                   ...I mean chair                I have six legs, see? I'm just like you oh, these?  my arms? why yes, there's two so come, little one dawn has begun take refuge from the sun in this hammock I've spun there, isn't that nice? what?  your legs? you said they won't move? there, there my winged friend I know just what to do! 🕷🕸🦟
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
The Spider
A lost hungry vagrant on a train to nowhere everywhere's his home IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII      on a patch of hay      in the heat of day      he doesn't bother to get      on his knees and pray IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIII                  everything he wants           is in his sweat and blood           the shirt on his back           and his matter of fact IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII                                                no one can touch his                                                solitary freedom                                                even when burdened with chains                                                and in heavy rains IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIII                     he flies through time                     known by himself                     on a patch of hay III🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII         in an empty, lonely cart         on a train to nowhere         wandering the face of the earth IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII yearning for Starlight💫
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
Yearning for Starlight
A lost hungry vagrant on a train to nowhere everywhere's his home IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII      on a patch of hay      in the heat of day      he doesn't bother to get      on his knees and pray IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIII                  everything he wants           is in his sweat and blood           the shirt on his back           and his matter of fact IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII                                                no one can touch his                                                solitary freedom                                                even when burdened with chains                                                and in heavy rains IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIII                     he flies through time                     known by himself                     on a patch of hay III🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII         in an empty, lonely cart         on a train to nowhere         wandering the face of the earth IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII🚂IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII yearning for Starlight💫
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Reach into the hole in your head follow the trail that consciousness bled leading you down Paths never trod planes never Seen by the eyes of man unsullied by preconceptions or illusion of plan the Blood flows and the trail grows spilling over into Colorless Night.
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Colorless Night
Lofty unspoken Dreams tear at the tattered seams it seems we were meant to be unraveled to be undone & burn with the sun to be at peace with chaos or else wither away under the crushing weight of mortality.
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
Unraveling Peace
All energy comes from the same well every whim wrought whims not while sitting on a fiery throne or cast out onto frosted stone buy or sell It's drawn from the same well loss gain pleasure pain close your eyes what color is it?
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Well