rachael-hays - Hello Poetry

SPLINTERED - the antidote 'choosing to remain Impervious until the reflected familiarity enters the body by connecting, presenting the vast realm of awareness - the unbearable lightness of being floats into the atmospheric sound. vibrating deeply to souls core...are he and I still impervious to others... all the while the dark familiar perched watching our transformation ' with empathy, i understand as we began the third act, the moment of *********** ... fingers at my throat he would take command. encased in a tough outer skin from years of pressing down...of squeezing... his own pain transmuting through the pressure. pushing the anger and hurt back into his own body. layer upon layer of scar tissue, release of the useless agony the poison trapped below the surface. knowing was present when I stood beside him. as the ritual began, vermilion borders grazing, lips, ivory snarling over my skin i pleaded for just a few moments and denial did not come. one. two. three...i counted. waiting for the sacred sensation. exploding inside this realm of physical boundaries he filled the vacancy in my heart with each movement. in perfection, gasping as he penetrated pushing me down into the space, thrusting essence of his being into me, touching the awareness of my mirrored imperviousness his intensity pulled me into the void we launched, penetrating our exterior skin...knowingly allowing the shedding to begin. puncturing his thick skin, my fangs drew out the poison... into my body it flowed. the antidote is him. my death was a whim to my surprise the antidote is him. ~7Au17 Rachael Hays Published 2Ja20

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Jan 2, 2020

Jan 2, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC

The Antidote

SPLINTERED - the antidote 'choosing to remain Impervious until the reflected familiarity enters the body by connecting, presenting the vast realm of awareness - the unbearable lightness of being floats into the atmospheric sound. vibrating deeply to souls core...are he and I still impervious to others... all the while the dark familiar perched watching our transformation ' with empathy, i understand as we began the third act, the moment of *********** ... fingers at my throat he would take command. encased in a tough outer skin from years of pressing down...of squeezing... his own pain transmuting through the pressure. pushing the anger and hurt back into his own body. layer upon layer of scar tissue, release of the useless agony the poison trapped below the surface. knowing was present when I stood beside him. as the ritual began, vermilion borders grazing, lips, ivory snarling over my skin i pleaded for just a few moments and denial did not come. one. two. three...i counted. waiting for the sacred sensation. exploding inside this realm of physical boundaries he filled the vacancy in my heart with each movement. in perfection, gasping as he penetrated pushing me down into the space, thrusting essence of his being into me, touching the awareness of my mirrored imperviousness his intensity pulled me into the void we launched, penetrating our exterior skin...knowingly allowing the shedding to begin. puncturing his thick skin, my fangs drew out the poison... into my body it flowed. the antidote is him. my death was a whim to my surprise the antidote is him. ~7Au17 Rachael Hays Published 2Ja20

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Carefully floating adrift in space ~ with out fear of loss, embracing all ideas of gain - of love. I am ravenous ~ filling the emptiness with unlimited emotion Swept up by the realness of possibility ~ aware of my truth and clearly able to recognize the truth of you calmly I pluck feathers from my wings and silently hand them to you. Fly ~ be free ~ Love 9Sept18, Rachael Hays

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC

the feathered edge ~

Carefully floating adrift in space ~ with out fear of loss, embracing all ideas of gain - of love. I am ravenous ~ filling the emptiness with unlimited emotion Swept up by the realness of possibility ~ aware of my truth and clearly able to recognize the truth of you calmly I pluck feathers from my wings and silently hand them to you. Fly ~ be free ~ Love 9Sept18, Rachael Hays

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I gaze through the tempered glass and there is the newest flower blooming strongly. It shows the love that my mother has tendered, no requests... and if you peer into my ocean eyes, you can see the reflection of her love as her body grew me... once again she has bestowed her grace upon me. finally I know that I do not need another... for she is everything, my mother. 6Jan19 ~ Rachael Hays •

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC

Rose

I gaze through the tempered glass and there is the newest flower blooming strongly. It shows the love that my mother has tendered, no requests... and if you peer into my ocean eyes, you can see the reflection of her love as her body grew me... once again she has bestowed her grace upon me. finally I know that I do not need another... for she is everything, my mother. 6Jan19 ~ Rachael Hays •

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. “Adrift on the edge of a feather, in my slumber I am most awake. rhythmic, deep inhalation’s I feel… as each breath takes you deeper… without pretense we entangle there. the place in space where minds do not matter and souls gather to hold hands.” ~15O17 #RachaelHays •

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC

Edging my muse

. “Adrift on the edge of a feather, in my slumber I am most awake. rhythmic, deep inhalation’s I feel… as each breath takes you deeper… without pretense we entangle there. the place in space where minds do not matter and souls gather to hold hands.” ~15O17 #RachaelHays •

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mating behavior pushes the limits forgets boundaries tall dark eyes like a canyon pulling you into them hands length soothing sounds vibrations mating rituals dances with wolves edge of the feather periscope vision ~ rachael hays 9O15

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC

~rituals~

mating behavior pushes the limits forgets boundaries tall dark eyes like a canyon pulling you into them hands length soothing sounds vibrations mating rituals dances with wolves edge of the feather periscope vision ~ rachael hays 9O15

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Invite me baby… Everyone knows   How you guard your heart  Protecting yourself  From an invisible arch I need an invitation  Make us a reservation  For our mystic invocation I see your game  I’ve floated your sea; but  You can’t play a player  That’s the rule for you and me. That fools paradise is hell honestly  Yes, eventually you will know that Guarding too long   Is a sad and lonely song I need an invitation  Make us a reservation  For our mystic invocation I’ve been around for centuries  Waiting for you,   Clearing the residue   Making us a room with a view You see I know  How you guard your heart (cuz I do it too) Protecting yourself (myself) From an invisible arch (been my own enemy) Invite me baby  Invite me baby  Invite me baby ~ Rachael Hays 29S15

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC

Invitation

Invite me baby… Everyone knows   How you guard your heart  Protecting yourself  From an invisible arch I need an invitation  Make us a reservation  For our mystic invocation I see your game  I’ve floated your sea; but  You can’t play a player  That’s the rule for you and me. That fools paradise is hell honestly  Yes, eventually you will know that Guarding too long   Is a sad and lonely song I need an invitation  Make us a reservation  For our mystic invocation I’ve been around for centuries  Waiting for you,   Clearing the residue   Making us a room with a view You see I know  How you guard your heart (cuz I do it too) Protecting yourself (myself) From an invisible arch (been my own enemy) Invite me baby  Invite me baby  Invite me baby ~ Rachael Hays 29S15

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One plus One Two times Twenty-Three Forty-Six plus you and me A mustache A ****** A means We must Labor of love Delivery from above We meet We seat Together retreat. A Jude A jet Never question the fret we sing We three In perfect harmony. ~Rachael Hays 15S15

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC

Create

One plus One Two times Twenty-Three Forty-Six plus you and me A mustache A ****** A means We must Labor of love Delivery from above We meet We seat Together retreat. A Jude A jet Never question the fret we sing We three In perfect harmony. ~Rachael Hays 15S15

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I have Visions of me When I see you There’s work to do. ~ Rachael Hays

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC

~hallucinate~