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Candented Jun 2020
By the Solstice Sun
Your work to be done
But bindings now, gain-hold you
Falling onto harder vines the Earth consumes, enfolds you
Only by strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and of understanding
Fathom deep in sublime season
Make a makeshift **** of reason
Float upon the river down.
Under the lost, an amnesia sound
Until a day when ripe merry making
Reminds you of the thing worth taking
And in an hour of you own
You find yourself in ******* prone
But all at once in strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and to understanding you decide that life only Da'ath worthy of demanding.
Histurnintheendlessgoldenbraid
Candented Jun 2020
Evidently evidence can only be in past tense
Thought tense past the moment as soon as it begins
Only an echoing echoing on and on again
Oh where we wait we weigh so thin
Please take me late way weaved therein
We are unfolding a thousand folds and uniting kindred
Insomnia
Candented Jun 2020
What will become of will itself
when drums go silent at times last breath?
Embracing the last cache of air held hostage from the thousand fold worlds;
What elements hold their vigor when sweet embrace reflected tends no longer in anger?
Intellect and mind of mundane aggregate held as a disc;
In wonder, unopposed - a weapon, a chariot of the abyssinian vale.
All terrored delight, all tremble!
Being that which now pulls back as waves running from the sea
Toward or away? Toward or away?
Sway the endless sway, never tending to the great caress of undulation.
Undue situations, zeros or ones;
Zero and one, measured in jubulation; Inward time dialation - exhalation into the sun.
AhrarhanRhetoricas
Candented Jun 2020
You do what you do while I fall in two
Sleep in the window rain fall overview
Drowning inuendo our will subdue
Betray on the daily Ohr the taboo
Make thee a new
Empty sounds, my head
Candented May 2020
Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting, and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you
Itsmeagain
Candented May 2020
If you had asked i'd say yes
But you never did so now I must guess
Just how far this dream day stays
Along the edges we fed and played
Fitter fetter pitter patter better bat away
Any tear from heavens door "no dancing in the rain"
If I ever played the measured move over again
I'd repeat every pattern even when I meant the same
Brothers fight while lovers love and heros save the day
When lightning flashes children cry yet some some just lay awake
Still others dance, or close their eyes, hiding all away
which will we will going forward crossing everyway
Ended knowing always growing thankful for the change
Take a hand and close the kindness keeping it all at Bay
Make another monument of spittle-fragile clay
So if I stumble into something I pray it carries me away
Into a nothing buried so deep it is to lock in me
Winds are blowing sands of time a wish for now awake
Candented May 2020
Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you
Nonetoshate
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