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allow me to spill into your
fire-fed circle
like dust amidst our heap

let me live within
your deep

may your soul breathe full
against my brine
a fortress carelessly built
along the edges
of my spine
& may every touch I taste
coalesce
with blood and wine

may your eyes be my
beckoning
until all kingdoms come

& may all your
whispers
beneath my skin seep
through
& come undone


ik houd van u



you are my
truth
When I was little
and innocent
I thought the world my friend
I thought it best to be kind
and curious
and soft

As I grew older
and sadder
I thought the world terrible
I thought it best to be cold
and distant
and hard

As I grow ever older
and hopefully wiser
I think the world neither bad
nor good
nor a mix in-between
just as it is
not worthy of kindness
not deserving of cruelty.
 Aug 2014 brokenperfection
Rob M
I left this old world in the shadows of yesterday
Slipping silently, contentedly into tomorrow
I closed my eyes and held hands with nothingness
and slid my feet into the abyss
Calmly, stolidly moving forward into the unknown
I watch the starlit sky for the red-rimmed dawn
Every moment on the road behind a song
drumming in my veins as my heart beats
faster in the anticipation and wonder of it all

— The End —