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 Mar 2017 Free Bird
Lora Lee
last night
as I soaked my feet
       in hot water and fragrant oils
           put on some
              Bollywood tunes
           and let my hips
         start to sway
my head began
to swoon
and the binding
threads holding me so tight
inside myself
      began to fray
          my chest opening in
             rips and starts
                 to reveal its valves
             in engorged release
       of dark magenta shadows
of teasing, gnashing inner beasts
while this was going on
the moon lit up
around me
      in its eight different phases
its halves and crescents
        shimmering    
in incense-scented cadence
my fingers reached out
to stroke each one,
          unique in its own heated glow              
                          as I realized that
               they will never cease,
these sequined
streams of joy
in embroidered flow
as long as we are connected
            to the root point of self
the love pumps quiet fire
                         in our veins
           even when trapped    
in slamming undertow
     pressed tornado slab
                              of pain
and I have had my face
pressed under watery surfaces
for such a long time
that suffocation
almost feels like
        breathing
so it's time to
move these hips and thighs
                and get this soulspark
                                                 reeling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zPi6w1TWBg
so much fun
Run
Rising hands raising mountains,
Bleeding hearts flood rivers,
Sound waves smash buildings,
And the bass on this beat goes right to my soul,
Like stepping on air, getting higher, going farther, I could fly, I know I could,
If I could only remember how,
This girl, shes on my mind like a subliminal message just burning into me,
As I drive, shifting gears shes singing to me, her haunting message of her love for me,
Her love is scary, her love is brutal, her love is pure and dangerous,
Her love is a drug that im addicted to,
I drive faster, trying to leave her ghost behind,
But shes still there, her memory growing stronger with time.
And so I drive faster,
I drive faster, and I run,
I push faster, I drive faster, from that love,
You dont know me, You cant know me
You dont love me, Your no one,
And so I drive, And so I run,
Because you cant love me, You dont know me,
Just like everyone,
You'll never love me, You'll never know me,
I wont let you,
And I run.
 Mar 2017 Free Bird
Akira Chinen
I want you in a way that isn't natural and in a way that doesn't make sense and I'm seething with wicked lust and lewd intentions and I want to peel off so much more than your clothes and its more than wanting to know what you taste like and to feel you tanlged and moist around my limbs and hardened flesh and there is something I want that can only be found within the broken pieces of your soul and the shattered collection of your broken hearts that threatens to swallow me whole and take me deep into the abyss of perfect pain and despair where the devil himself weeps for the secrets of love and suffering only you know and I want to dance there in the darkness with you and stomp and stagger until we find a way to love and find comfort and beauty in the ugliness of it all and to kiss each others scars with tender grace and acceptance and know that we are only beautiful when we find ourselves with the ability to love not only  when the sun shines from lustful lips but when despair shrouds our hearts with doubt and fear and we can stay steady in our ship as it is claimed by seas of cruel fate and we sink together rather than survive apart and it is at the bottom of this endless ocean and dream of love you will find me waiting for you
 Mar 2017 Free Bird
Akira Chinen
My kinda strange is as pure as it is *****
It is a kind of lust and love in perfect greys of checkerboard black and whites
It is moonlight in a bottle and sunshine hidden in a kiss
Its hopeless to the sounds of nothings sweet and desperate to feel the teeth of dark passions moan
Its holding hands under a fort of blankets and pillows while reading a classic tale from childhood long ago
And secretly having eachother in the middle of a crowd during the roar of a live show
Its the magic found in sharing shy kisses years into being in love and the leaving of reckless marks and scars in flesh and dreams of a first night
And I can see my kinda strange dancing inbetween the colors of your eyes and beneath the tattoos on the surface of your skin
And if you step into this madness with me we can do anything that we have ever dreamed
And get lost in a bottle of monlight while sharing kisses that burn with the fury of the sun
Where we do nothing but strange in the name of love
 Mar 2017 Free Bird
mikecccc
I want to help
Slightly more
than I want
to break the rules
for what it's worth.
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