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vinny Feb 2016
blood from Gods spill
soaks the forest floor
her Holy release
gimme more petrichor*

take a hit
lose control
your hardwired
dontcha know?

sweat it out
carried away
blood from stone
the hard way

slow mo
throttle it back
when the sky pours
mother absorbs

face down
one with earth
this sacred interface
our right from birth

blood from Gods spill
soaks the forest floor
redemption salvation
*my sweet petrichor
i couldn't figure out why i loved to ride by bike in the rain so much!  i thank my ancestors for this they needed to know when it would rain to exist!
vinny Jan 2016
she has this crazy tattoo
dynamic luminous brilliant
majestic octopodinae
chillin' in the sea

when she's ******
iridescent blue rings appear
all over the creature's body

that's so amazin'
i'd like to hear your story
sit right here next to me brother
it gets pretty gory

the story is my own
i must be predisposed
can't break the pattern
here's how it goes:

i was once swimming in a warm pool
the tide went out
i lost all my friends
i was so vulnerable exposed
strangers tried to get close
i lashed out at them
because i felt threatened
**now they're all dead
the blue ringed octopus doesn't even need to bite it's unfortunate victims for them to succumb to their deadly tetrodotoxin
  Jan 2016 vinny
Brider Olen
I was the world's
biggest contradiction

and
I danced back and forth
between the lines
so much
that when I finally decided
it was time to be myself

I couldn't remember
who that was anymore
.
  Jan 2016 vinny
Joyce
We feel what
we write.
We struggle over
what might.
In our head is the battle
that we fight.
Sometimes we just
want to know.
Do I stay or should I go.
In our mind so much thinking.
We stare at this wall
without even blinking.
In life we feel different emotions.
A trusting heart brings
love and devotion.
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