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The Sun Shines Only when She is on the Air

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Jul 7, 2016

Jul 7, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC

scotty-b

The Sun Shines Only when She is on the Air

The Sun Shines Only when She is on the Air

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I just don't know And I just don't care Nowhere to go No means to get there So strip on down Lover With your skin so bare Bare as the stars So supple and fair Embrace my hand In your eternal ensnare Rest it on your face And kiss off the dare Come on close Lover The scent of a mare You present me your orchid And beg me to flair You are my life Lover My map out of despair So take it on right Lover As you just don't care Dionysus of stone Dionysus of fire I drink of your wine As our emotions perspire That is right Lover That is what I require What I truly want What I truly desire Forever into your arms Lover With nothing to declare Lost in your wilderness Lover Bathing in your hair Hold me between your light It all becomes so clear Protection from the night Lover And the insolent feverish fear Your moon is my guide Lover My map out of despair Stalking across my dreams Lover Just haunting my chair Your honey calls to me And silver nectar steers me in clear Your mound is my fortress Lover My map out of despair Thighs painted of gold Eyes that sway belief Thunder leads our road From desperate to relief Please me as no other Lover Oh wondrous divide Oh magnificent crease Tears of great fortune Fall to the dirt and the leaves It is our time Lover Our time to lay near As the sun has come up And you are my map out of despair

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Mar 2, 2016

Mar 2, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC

scotty-b

Map Out of Despair

I just don't know And I just don't care Nowhere to go No means to get there So strip on down Lover With your skin so bare Bare as the stars So supple and fair Embrace my hand In your eternal ensnare Rest it on your face And kiss off the dare Come on close Lover The scent of a mare You present me your orchid And beg me to flair You are my life Lover My map out of despair So take it on right Lover As you just don't care Dionysus of stone Dionysus of fire I drink of your wine As our emotions perspire That is right Lover That is what I require What I truly want What I truly desire Forever into your arms Lover With nothing to declare Lost in your wilderness Lover Bathing in your hair Hold me between your light It all becomes so clear Protection from the night Lover And the insolent feverish fear Your moon is my guide Lover My map out of despair Stalking across my dreams Lover Just haunting my chair Your honey calls to me And silver nectar steers me in clear Your mound is my fortress Lover My map out of despair Thighs painted of gold Eyes that sway belief Thunder leads our road From desperate to relief Please me as no other Lover Oh wondrous divide Oh magnificent crease Tears of great fortune Fall to the dirt and the leaves It is our time Lover Our time to lay near As the sun has come up And you are my map out of despair

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As I begin to write, Understand, My head has gone to the office. I arrange myself to review my dreams, Enter into this the golden nexus, Lay down my temptations to the laws I perceive. Receive this, A silent form of opulence, A suspended form of decadence, A river bathed in moonlight, And a snake protecting his own coffin. I can afford this to you, Wrapped in red, Hollowed, Dignified. The sands of these forces may conceal, Yet, They have never lied to me, These forces, That beauty graciously hides. Seven precious stones singing, Seven heavenly melodies breeding, Seven treasured colors, Stolen, From the rainbows of immortality. The butterfly truly does dance with the wind! Love, As the salamander conjures up her fire, Rests, Eternally, Peacefully, Coiled amongst her flames. Sensations of yesterday, I, Never obtained access to witness. The ghosts of ghosts impregnate themselves... With the mists of my mind. The perfection of the soul, The dissolution of my ego. An enigmatic pragmatism. Is it justified? White light travelling, Thoroughly through, The halls of disengaged magickal prisms. A Shepard and his lost dog. This field leads to the omen. I am transient and omnipotent, God manifest. I am both man and woman.

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Oct 17, 2013

Oct 17, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC

scotty-b

Dissolution

As I begin to write, Understand, My head has gone to the office. I arrange myself to review my dreams, Enter into this the golden nexus, Lay down my temptations to the laws I perceive. Receive this, A silent form of opulence, A suspended form of decadence, A river bathed in moonlight, And a snake protecting his own coffin. I can afford this to you, Wrapped in red, Hollowed, Dignified. The sands of these forces may conceal, Yet, They have never lied to me, These forces, That beauty graciously hides. Seven precious stones singing, Seven heavenly melodies breeding, Seven treasured colors, Stolen, From the rainbows of immortality. The butterfly truly does dance with the wind! Love, As the salamander conjures up her fire, Rests, Eternally, Peacefully, Coiled amongst her flames. Sensations of yesterday, I, Never obtained access to witness. The ghosts of ghosts impregnate themselves... With the mists of my mind. The perfection of the soul, The dissolution of my ego. An enigmatic pragmatism. Is it justified? White light travelling, Thoroughly through, The halls of disengaged magickal prisms. A Shepard and his lost dog. This field leads to the omen. I am transient and omnipotent, God manifest. I am both man and woman.

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The forest is at peace tonight with quiet white shadows The birds that fly past present themselves in the most astonishing way The wind between their wings glides with the stars and the moon What is it to say that these words are still falling as the stars and the moon I have lost myself again only to be found flustered, beaten and cold On this, one of many chosen paths Gliding from stone to skulking stone Must I continue to wait, I am lost

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 8:32 AM UTC

scotty-b

Lost and Found

The forest is at peace tonight with quiet white shadows The birds that fly past present themselves in the most astonishing way The wind between their wings glides with the stars and the moon What is it to say that these words are still falling as the stars and the moon I have lost myself again only to be found flustered, beaten and cold On this, one of many chosen paths Gliding from stone to skulking stone Must I continue to wait, I am lost

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Focus... Focus... Focus! What? Okay, What is this? The walls, The bloodied white walls. Are we okay with this? My feet, What the HELL is at my feet? I can't see with all this ********* white light. This shimmering white light. Are we okay? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Clocks on the walls? Focus... Focus! What? Open your eyes, Quick! QUIET! What's that crawling on the walls? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Are these... Molecules! Okay. Okay. Focus... Just focus. I think I'm missing. Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Someone should turn down these lights, Before I lose my minds. Where did I even find the time? Focus... Focus... Focus! My hair; It's gone! Who took my ******* hair? Focus on the paranoia, Focus on the paranoia, Focus on... What's in our leg? I can feel it, I can grab it, Got it! What the **** is that? Is that... Water? Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can talk! Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can **** Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can dance! Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can prance! Do you like my clocks on the walls? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about my filaments in your head? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about the nightmares we've had? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about the wettings in bed? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, To the Dead! Drip, drip, drip, drip... Drop

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC

scotty-b

Water

Focus... Focus... Focus! What? Okay, What is this? The walls, The bloodied white walls. Are we okay with this? My feet, What the HELL is at my feet? I can't see with all this ********* white light. This shimmering white light. Are we okay? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Clocks on the walls? Focus... Focus! What? Open your eyes, Quick! QUIET! What's that crawling on the walls? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Are these... Molecules! Okay. Okay. Focus... Just focus. I think I'm missing. Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Someone should turn down these lights, Before I lose my minds. Where did I even find the time? Focus... Focus... Focus! My hair; It's gone! Who took my ******* hair? Focus on the paranoia, Focus on the paranoia, Focus on... What's in our leg? I can feel it, I can grab it, Got it! What the **** is that? Is that... Water? Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can talk! Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can **** Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can dance! Well, how do you do kind sir? Why, Water, you can prance! Do you like my clocks on the walls? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about my filaments in your head? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about the nightmares we've had? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop How about the wettings in bed? Drip, drop ~ drip, drop Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, To the Dead! Drip, drip, drip, drip... Drop

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Dusty road Stories told Future just Angel lust Times before Strangled lore Flower kiss Lawless bliss Fevered might Spectre light Sorrowed sleep Pigeons weep Sprinkled shores Precious doors But... Am I Found?

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Dec 30, 2012

Dec 30, 2012 at 8:00 AM UTC

scotty-b

Nightshade

Dusty road Stories told Future just Angel lust Times before Strangled lore Flower kiss Lawless bliss Fevered might Spectre light Sorrowed sleep Pigeons weep Sprinkled shores Precious doors But... Am I Found?

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This viviparous ***** the serpents that fall from her take from her! Her skin is pale and dead. Watch as it falls from her, peels from her. How odd it must (feel) to become dust.

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Mar 21, 2012

Mar 21, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC

scotty-b

Dust

This viviparous ***** the serpents that fall from her take from her! Her skin is pale and dead. Watch as it falls from her, peels from her. How odd it must (feel) to become dust.

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