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Beaux May 2019
I have to stop stealing pieces of others to make myself whole
Beaux May 2019
The funny thing about corners is that you need two straight lines to make them.
Two lines with direction, both leading on a well laid path.
Following the line and law of the wall.
It takes two to corner.
And one to lash out.
Beaux May 2019
At what point does the tide move the rock.
It is inevitable.
Though the rock be tough and strong.
Water will pass through it after the years.
Which is how the Earth created harmony
Beaux Jan 2019
She danced amongst the Goddesses
Trembling ankles and all
Their beauty eclipsed hers by far
Wandering lightly on feathered feet
Trying to avoid thoughts of distress
Be discreet

She smiled as they took her hands
She smiled as they combed her hair
She smiled as she was draped in gold
She smiled as flowers turned to ropes
She smiled as they laid her down

Feels of ice marble along her spine
For Goddesses she would become Divine
Intoxicated by ceremonial grace
Flames drew from their very breaths
She could feel the pain of melting flesh

Holding in all of the screams
Howls of a Hellhound
A sacrifice is what she was meant to be
For her Goddesses knew what was right for the world
To ashes she fell
All left was her smile laid out like pearls
A simple sacrifice for a complex world
Beaux Nov 2018
I will never have beautiful hands to hold my lover but they will be strong
Beaux Nov 2018
Through broken windows she does see a crimson Cardinal taking it's last breaths
Gripping to the snow drenched branch, heavy chested
Its small body weighing more than a ton now when before light enough to fly
She matches breaths with the Cardinal as it pulls death in and pushes out life
Head bundled in its chest, pressing forward knowing it's to be its last moment
The last chance to sing
The last chance to peer at the sun
The last chance to fly
From the branch it leaps to the window sill, laying gently against the window
She presses her palm against the broken glass and with that
The last breath is taken from them
Beaux Jul 2018
Baby Breath blooms in the window at Spring
I hear Robins sing to loving winds
Streams gather new Dams for life
You are the last tulip to blossom
And the most beautiful in the field
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