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she is alabaster and brine
she is a faster lairs line
unwind her spooled mind
memory a keepsake in hand conquers a trinket lost
eat mandrake to the root but what the cost
unspoiled her thoughts broil in her head
steam from every seam
salty her groin but she declines the offered coin
she will reap the bliss of your salty kiss
as you bite her short hair she will sing a country tune so fair
she is alabaster and brine
a master of wasted time
(a bit naughty, a bit nasty)
 Oct 2014 Luna Lynn
Jevaugn
Exists silhouettes
Bits of her motifs
Scattered amongst their fields
Like metaphors and similes
Pleasantly dancing,
The wind as her lead and yet
The wind is her own

Je vous vois!
Je vous vois!

I'm never too far for her to reach
For I will be where she is.
In wildflowers.
Meditate.
Feel better~
 Oct 2014 Luna Lynn
Jevaugn
Scribble, scribble, let the pen
Strike infinite scripts
Of ancient runes in syncopatic grooves  
Spilling my roots
In open blends of hues
Transfused and
Transfixed in haze
The truest fade
It bade me to tip - toe
Amongst hybrid visions
Indigenous to the deepest blues
The realest thing to me and you
Is the mind and spirit...
The mind and spirit...
The reciprocal.
The body.
Peripheral.
 Sep 2014 Luna Lynn
Toni
Dragon
 Sep 2014 Luna Lynn
Toni
I am a dragon
Majestic and glorious
hiding in a cave
 Sep 2014 Luna Lynn
ZWS
Used like beige callous entangled in our new desires
Castles built of vanity shroud the myre
As ballistics built to siege fuel the fire
Count the troops that serve you, and forget the others
Prepare your weaponry, we're fighting brothers

I burnt your churches and you sent your spies under covering
What god do you have now to relieve your suffering?
Forget all the holidays and the loving tales
Burn the book and set your navy sail
Guard yourselves with shields and chain mail

The years have dissolved hatred with sorrow
Casualties today have us looking for better tomorrows
We're too far in to declare peace, although all that is left is pieces
White flags are the only flags burning
And our nation's flags still folded at the creases
For our pride weighs more than our purpose
Although we're not proud of what we've done
This war has left us nothing but curses
And we've done enough damage to surface
From the deepening warcry of drums
But that sound will forever haunt me
Too much in my head
Voices, songs, condemnation
There's no room for you.
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