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When                      Your
Heart thumps   chest so warm
Against my cheek. I am transported.
For a moment we become boundless
We are a capsule, a bubble in time.
A torus of limbs entwined
Forever enshrined
Your heart in
mine.

Love is so precious. Little stolen moments capture the fully realized potential of being truly boundless, reflected and in the recognition of the loved one. The mutual sharing of feelings that transcends the ego and the perceived self.
i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong

for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine

or controlled
by need or greed

its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind
With the utmost compassion
The dark one reaps in waves
Sparing the oldest of souls
The growing pangs of a new era
Something wicked this way comes. Dark times come with lessons, holding up a mirror to turbid vessels filled with pride.
Please don’t arouse
my anger
I don’t know
what I’ll do
If you threaten
My children
I might
Decapitate you

Please don’t arouse
My anger
Stay on
my Good side
Friend
If you arouse
My anger
It may mean
Your end
The noun love is one of the strongest things a person can possesses. Love is rivaled by few other emotions, anger being one. God forgive me for what I may do, if someone harms one of my children.
It all can’t be done
As many ways to do it
As there are things to be done
As many outcomes desired
As ones to desire it

How to decide
Which path to take?
How to know what to want?
When we murdered god
And failed to do better?

In its own image
The children of gods are born
They too will fail to build heaven
The dreams set out
By god itself

For there is nothing
In any place within or out
That can be created or made new
If not destroying or replacing
What came before
The time of great anxiety comes closer to its natural conclusion, day by day. Nature abhors a vacuum, and the chasm is preparing to close. What will be the new normal when the fervent dust of innovation reshapes the world in the image of the new gods.
Grandma sold mother
She was only a child
When she mothered
Another’s children

Grandma sold mother
To her father
To mother children
His lover couldn’t

Mother was alone
From the day
God breathed life
Into full nostrils

Building a legacy
With cast offs
Only Beautiful Shards
Sharp mosaic tiles

It wasn’t much
But always clean
She had nothing
But gave everything

So that I can have
the self-respect
Not to visit her
At Christmas.
I can’t stop crying. The facts are messy. She gave so much, so that I can have what she didn’t. She put me in places to become who she wished she could be, and succeeded in completely upending a legacy of poverty, and criminality.  How to preserve a relationship that threatens to unravel the work of a lifetime? Soft humans are fragile. What am I made of? How does this stuff age? Does this soft stuff brittle and shatter? Harden and densify? Crystalize?
It must take hate to love me.
Despise me with passion.
Loathe me into proving,
That all I think is wrong.

If hating me is what it takes,
To motivate the change,
To be who You want to be,
I’ll be the villain for you.

If my tears will bring you joy,
you need my blood to bathe.
Take me in your arms,
And gently slice my neck.
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