renaldo-negron - Hello Poetry

Thanks to the god that left her The beast within Bound here to the altar standing Peace within The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite Arms raised like holders of torches extended She is calm now, has the moon light upon her Let us begin I call her Selene. I call her Luna Lips touch her chin I see her haloed in symmetry perfect Lash touch her skin I see her robes whipping quickly all from her I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge I feel her pull now with famished excitement Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am Eater of sin Holy is the energy, Holy the night The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice Here in the hell we have set her Secrets unsealed Rage of our bodies have met her She is revealed Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm The heart of the beast is the heart of ****** What was within Released again I am eater of sin Eater of sin.

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC

Sin..The Eater Of Sin

Thanks to the god that left her The beast within Bound here to the altar standing Peace within The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite Arms raised like holders of torches extended She is calm now, has the moon light upon her Let us begin I call her Selene. I call her Luna Lips touch her chin I see her haloed in symmetry perfect Lash touch her skin I see her robes whipping quickly all from her I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge I feel her pull now with famished excitement Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am Eater of sin Holy is the energy, Holy the night The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice Here in the hell we have set her Secrets unsealed Rage of our bodies have met her She is revealed Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm The heart of the beast is the heart of ****** What was within Released again I am eater of sin Eater of sin.

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Snow falls quiet on the empty street Beneath gray skies with no hint of sun. Valentine’s Day And one crow alone on a telephone wire. An artificial day and of no importance, Commercialized, trivialized and often ignored. No doubt that’s why the box is empty. The crow caws once and flies away. And yet remember that through the skein of wires above your head Calls go back and forth looking for friendly ears. Notes are written, torn up and begun again. Words clot in pens. Eyes search the snowy streets, looking for you. Always Looking for you.

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC

V-Day...

Snow falls quiet on the empty street Beneath gray skies with no hint of sun. Valentine’s Day And one crow alone on a telephone wire. An artificial day and of no importance, Commercialized, trivialized and often ignored. No doubt that’s why the box is empty. The crow caws once and flies away. And yet remember that through the skein of wires above your head Calls go back and forth looking for friendly ears. Notes are written, torn up and begun again. Words clot in pens. Eyes search the snowy streets, looking for you. Always Looking for you.

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She stood me upon the bridge while below me the shine of dark water on rocks was like oil was like shadows of insects in ink was like what? was like shine of her love it was crawling like words she said I love you I couldn't couldn't I couldn't look. Oh no don't be afraid baby love's like a Moment in space it's like flying like falling it's Like nothing, then tis over and over forever and she reached Held my chin took my eyes made me look Darling no! God it's nothing No bottom no river no. ever. no. never. no. bridge

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC

Bridge...

She stood me upon the bridge while below me the shine of dark water on rocks was like oil was like shadows of insects in ink was like what? was like shine of her love it was crawling like words she said I love you I couldn't couldn't I couldn't look. Oh no don't be afraid baby love's like a Moment in space it's like flying like falling it's Like nothing, then tis over and over forever and she reached Held my chin took my eyes made me look Darling no! God it's nothing No bottom no river no. ever. no. never. no. bridge

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Down here where the hot dark blows, On knees in streaming avenues Bend to me and yielding know The pleasure of this having you. Give up your fear, rise up and stand And turn your face in shadowed shame. When love has gone far as love can, Leave me there. Sell me your name. Rise up sweet naked press to me On knees 'neath the hammers surrender doubt. The twisting surge of destiny Has pushed you here. Has found you out.

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC

Invitation

Down here where the hot dark blows, On knees in streaming avenues Bend to me and yielding know The pleasure of this having you. Give up your fear, rise up and stand And turn your face in shadowed shame. When love has gone far as love can, Leave me there. Sell me your name. Rise up sweet naked press to me On knees 'neath the hammers surrender doubt. The twisting surge of destiny Has pushed you here. Has found you out.

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I sat down once, Got up two thousand times Sent little parts of me like peelings into perfect skies. I want to turn this sorry heart Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque And bring it to you, an emotional chart. And we’ll review it with failing eyes With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s This catalog of a lifetime’s art Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC

Skies

I sat down once, Got up two thousand times Sent little parts of me like peelings into perfect skies. I want to turn this sorry heart Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque And bring it to you, an emotional chart. And we’ll review it with failing eyes With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s This catalog of a lifetime’s art Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.

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I was blue ice above the moon Great bolts of wind I was one time Diamonds, Tempests, Whole crowns of trees Torn tumbling through chutes of roaring skies There were ribbons of heaven unrolling Day after vexing day Evening after claw-toed evening It was fate who brought me here Fate who flung me down and left me Singing Who will have me now? Oh, who will have me now?

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC

Native

I was blue ice above the moon Great bolts of wind I was one time Diamonds, Tempests, Whole crowns of trees Torn tumbling through chutes of roaring skies There were ribbons of heaven unrolling Day after vexing day Evening after claw-toed evening It was fate who brought me here Fate who flung me down and left me Singing Who will have me now? Oh, who will have me now?

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There is something she has to give She knows I have to take Something from those lips The way they tremble beneath the whip the way she's noble sacrificing, insisting throwing it at me, gifting and I can't, I don't I can't get my hands my heart my soul around it enough to get enough so I rage Blind fury tiger in a cage Maniac hurry flurry whip engage shouting pounding ******* slave yield to me yield to me yield to be saved It's only mine when I throw it away God help me I am so ******* yours

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC

Have to Give

There is something she has to give She knows I have to take Something from those lips The way they tremble beneath the whip the way she's noble sacrificing, insisting throwing it at me, gifting and I can't, I don't I can't get my hands my heart my soul around it enough to get enough so I rage Blind fury tiger in a cage Maniac hurry flurry whip engage shouting pounding ******* slave yield to me yield to me yield to be saved It's only mine when I throw it away God help me I am so ******* yours

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I never wrote until I knew how still things were without my voice. How many things weren’t being said. How many things weren’t being seen. I was silence in an unfilled space, that light without which darkness sees. I never missed you till I didn’t look, and there you weren’t setting silence free.

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Jul 25, 2013

Jul 25, 2013 at 5:28 AM UTC

I Never

I never wrote until I knew how still things were without my voice. How many things weren’t being said. How many things weren’t being seen. I was silence in an unfilled space, that light without which darkness sees. I never missed you till I didn’t look, and there you weren’t setting silence free.

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