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on occasion, when i sleep

i feel a warmth, profound and deep

the sole person that i've loved

fits my body like a glove

i close my eyes, and in his arms

i sleep soundly, free from harm

but then dawn breaks our slumber date

and i begin to question fate

against my will i leave your touch

for fate, she has you in her clutch
Dusk to dawn, you keep draining me,
Chug me up till I’m the whiskey you need.  
I don’t smoke, but I crave cigarettes after ***,  
Smoke then ****—what’s coming next? 
 
But darling, keep it just between us—because secrets are sweeter when I don't kiss and tell.
Baby, you know I can't control this feeling, but I just want to keep it to myself instead.

**** my soul the way you lick my body,
Kiss the **** out of me, I miss your fire.  
The smell of your sweater fuels my desire.  
When I wear oversized tees, I feel your trace,  
Like your touch still lingers, leaving its place.  

It is making you cry every time
You give your love to me this way.  
Saying you’d wait for me to stay,  
I know it hurts you, but it tastes like pleasure in pain.  

And I’m kissing you, lying in my room,
Holding you until you fall asleep.  
And it’s just as good as I knew it would be,  
Stay with me—I don’t want you to leave.  

You intoxicated me with your love so true,
I fall deep into the rabbit hole with you.  
I fall upside down, not on my knees,  
But begging silently for moments like these.  

I might like it oversized on me, 
But underneath, it’s your hands I need.  
Come and be my pillow, soft and true,  
You look so tired, let me baby you.  

In this vanilla twilight beneath pale skies,
Drop-dead gorgeous, you ignite my highs.  
So hot, I needed an espresso shot,  
You’re my craving—are you feeling what I’ve got?    

I’ll touch myself, but no, it’s not the same, 
I love when your arms play their claiming game.  
You’re **** in person, but do you miss me too?  
Does my body haunt the best of you?  

Are you happy? Or does longing remain?
I’ll hold you close, let’s burn in this flame.

Whispered something softly in your ear,  
A daring thought, yet sincere.  
It made you smile, your gaze astray,  
But I said it—it felt right that way.  

Sunsets glow as we roam this foreign town,  
Quiet streets with no one around.  
You laugh, so free, as your dress falls low,  
By the old swings where secrets grow.  

And when you go, I still see you,  
Sunlight painting your face in my rearview.  

Your voice echoes, a melody of choice,  
A love that no force could destroy.  
Snapshots like Brautigan's cherished covers,  
Memories we share as secret lovers.  

And when you're gone, you're still near,  
Sunlight on your face, memories clear.  

Watching the video where water cascades,  
Hair dripping, shadows softly swayed.  
Your body’s grace has me ensnared,  
But it’s your smile—pure, unprepared.  

It’s so sweet, knowing you love me,  
Words unspoken, yet heavenly.  
So sweet, as I run my fingers through your hair,  
A simple joy, beyond compare.  

Now I see you from afar,  
Wonder who you truly are.  
Dreams pull me closer to your light,  
Certain now—you’re just my type.  

Wanting your love to seep into me,  
A tender dream of eternity.  
Touch me with a kiss, soft and slow,  
Tell me it’s real, let the love grow.  

This is where I’m meant to be,  
So sweet, so close, so heavenly.  
Giving you all my love, my entirety,  
Every moment, for eternity.

You make me tremble, lost in your touch,
Moments so vivid, too much is never enough.
But these photos, these glimpses we’ve shared,
Are secrets I wonder if your friends would dare.

Would they see what we’ve captured in light,
Whispered desires born in the night?
Or is this just ours—a truth unspoken,
A bond unbroken, yet daring, yet open?
Would they see our truth, so raw, so deep,  
The love we’ve sown and secrets we keep?  
Or would they judge what they cannot feel,  
A bond so fierce, so vividly real?  

In shadows we meet, where whispers stay,  
A dance of desire till night turns to day.  
Their eyes may wander, their tongues may speak,  
But only we know the love we seek.  

Hold me closer, don’t let this fade,  
In your arms is where I’m made.  
No judgment matters, no words, no shame,  
For we burn brighter than any flame.  

So let them wonder, let rumors fly,  
We’ll rise together, just you and I.  
For in your gaze, I find my truth,  
A love eternal, untouched by youth.  

Let them see what they’ll never know,  
A fire that burns, a love that glows.  
Our secrets safe, our hearts aligned,  
Forever yours, forever mine.
 6d Kian
Moncrieff
memories flickering, fading,
    endless ocean waiting, wading,
closest kin and our best lived days,
    lost now; in this minds murky maze

love-shared moments felt together,
    all drift away; with no tether,
currents carry away from shore,
    landless horizon forever more

pitiful buoy thrown overboard,
    to accept presents false reward,
siren-like; drag you down with me,
    engulfing all; this deep, blue sea
grappling with memory loss, missing moments, forcibly forgotten friends
Democracy just as
a race can be fixed.
Tote’s a comulative
pool not static odds.
A totem pôle is for
Indian hyroglyphics.
But the tote bag is
for lugging grocery.
So, no matter how
one votes, even if
you spoil it or don’t
it matters not a toss.
There are no photo
finishes no each way
punts, handicaps or
disqualifications, it’s
the sport of Kings for
politicians and plebs.



Ps.

It is naieve to think
the aristocrates are
gone. Money and
power never changes
hands, tot that up!
 6d Kian
Reveria
Every small inches
you push me apart
I tighten it a bit more closer
than before
Until my soul collides
Until there is no way for you to push me apart
And I'll fall in love
Each time i look into your eye.
Nature finds every possible way to destroy humanity,
And I cannot blame it—we tried to destroy it first.
I wonder if our loneliness and detachment
are her quiet verdict, a way of letting us go.
It’s not men or machines, or the heavens we worship—
her storms and wildfires are only reminders,
echoes of Eden’s fall.

Apple trees will grow from beneath the pavement,
But who will be left to taste the fruit?
On Tuesday, March
the twenty-fourth,
a star fell from the sky,
its origin unknown,
lost among the hills—
like his mind, never spoken,
and in that silence,
one hundred and fifty were broken.
On March 24, 2015, an Airbus A320-211 tragically crashed in the French Alps, resulting in the loss of all 150 lives on board. This devastating event was later determined to be a deliberate act by the co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz.

Lubitz had a documented history of mental health challenges, including treatment for suicidal tendencies, and had been declared unfit to work by his doctor. However, he concealed this information from his employer and reported for duty as scheduled. During the flight, after the aircraft reached cruising altitude, Lubitz waited for the captain to leave the cockpit before locking the cockpit door. He then initiated a controlled descent, steering the plane into a mountainside, leaving no survivors.
 Nov 30 Kian
preservationman
Fire up the logs in the Fireplace
Sip on Hot Cocoa or Hot Chocolate
Reflect on past holidays as a child
Feel the Holiday Season
Embrace the warmth in joyous being the reason
Decorate the Christmas Tree
Let the glitter and shine appear
The Holiday season has officially begun
Don’t forget to wrap those gifts for family and friends
The Winter cold
The snow in behold
Everyone together in one threshold
Togetherness
Holiday fun
Love is what keeps everyone among
Play those Christmas Carols, and have a sing along
It’s a karaoke night
All the stars are shing bright.
 Nov 30 Kian
Mari Chubinidze
Life will destroy us if we surrender, if we let people deeply into our hearts, they will hurt us. Let us turn our backs on all the arrogant!
 Nov 30 Kian
THE LOVER
My beginning was nothing
from nothing I come
to a journey to everything
I search for a home.
Like Ulysees I m a wanderer
but his wisdom I lack
as I seek for a compass
myself eludes me in the dark.
Night after night I question
yet  nothing in this world comes for free
As the blood in my veins
screams of violence and rage.
Still I walk the line,
my soul half a bird
Set the other half to find
in this wide wicked world.
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