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  Apr 19 Damocles
Hira Korai
who
will I live as chapters of the book
or
a rhythmic poem of a lost poet ?
Honestly it sounded better in my mind ,
what you all say abt it
Damocles Apr 19
Alone in the deep woods
Lost in the space of umbral canopies
And peaking light beams gleaming
This pen magnetically sifts to hand
And I stir inside the loud traffic of my mind
Always so fastidious choosing words
To define a feeling or free thought
In this smooth cow hide bound journal
The pages come to life like lungs
Rising and falling, breathing magic in meaning
As the power of writing is shamanistic
I am but a worshiper of its godliness
I live being in nature and writing in my journals even if it’s just to craft a poem there’s real magic in that healing
Damocles Apr 18
She handles with tenderness
Careful not to bump or disturb the curves
Soft fingertips massaging the fibers,
Heat vibrating like a low wave synth
A melody that clangs along the drum line,
Syncopated rhythms as she cradles it like a newborn.

This tension eases,
With a loss of gravity of all that weighed down,
Gone from shoulders as my eyes close for the first time
Tears well in the space of a heavy exhale,
A sigh that moved foundations and blew over the ramparts
Caught in a blanket of her warmth, like rays from the yellow sun
I am reborn, renewed in her steadfast care—
Devoured in the sweetness of her candy-coated kiss
Amiss amid love.
Love can be the ultimate cure-all, the means to obtain peace so few of us ever truly get to receive
Damocles Apr 17
Minutes, hours,
Reclaim, power
Need your warm touch
Gives me new life.

The heart is beating,
Lungs are seizing
Open mouth breathing
Wheezing, seething
Need your warm touch
Brings me a new glow.

Anger, rising,
Demon, conniving
Inner whispers -
Tenebrous fingers
Gripping my light
Snuffed out, the candle
Need your warm touch
Bring me back home.

Alone I stand,
In a white land,
Nothing drawn in
It’s all forgotten.
Blinding, white light
Darkest, black shroud
Feel the floor shake
Bottomless, free fall
Need your warm touch

Wake me up
Ever have a really bad dream and you couldn't jolt yourself awake? Fees like you're paralyzed and stuck to watch it like a horror film
Damocles Apr 17
The shadows pour down over my skin
The olive tones get sunken from the light
And I resurface pallid porcelain—
Do you see me?

The blackness it holds over my soul,
The vase of my heart was broken and glued with gold
But now dressed by the sinking night.

Sickness, it crawls through all of my veins
Ants are down a roadway to eat out of my eyes
As the ichor settles thick like a syrup
Splash down on both of my thighs,
The cut is deeper, now, can you feel it?

On this sinking night…
Not sure about this one, just came to me
Damocles Apr 17
Through the shine of the window
As the sun teases the flesh of her hero,
She stretches upon the mattress,
Annoys him with her lapped kiss
All across the face, begging him to rise.

Here at her bowl,
She wags and waits for his control
As he gets, a scoop full of her favorite yummies,
How she salivates drools with an ache in her tummy
My girl, she devours within moments
And then she sits, waiting for the moment
I submit, those doe eyes looking up at me

We go, the backyard retreat.
She gives her red flying disc
And I throw to the distance, hitting the fence
She runs with a thunderous speed
And we repeat until we both take a tiresome seat
And through her panting and unrelenting breaths
I see her smile and know I am loved,
By my most precious pet.
My dog is a pit-lab mix, she's 6 years old but acts every bit of 6 months still. So much energy, and so much blind devotion. I love her so much, she's like a second child to me.
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