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 Aug 2015
the blonde poet
You pray so badly for heaven
Knowing any day might be the day that you die
But maybe life on earth could be heaven
Doesn't just the thought of it make it worth a try
 Aug 2015
Sherry Lore
I found myself buried deep within the womb of creation
Lost, I climbed through the mud of life
Pulling myself up on the bones of the ancients
I broke through to the light, and heard the earth cry
Rise, Woman, Rise

I looked upon the face of the eternal
Reaching upward, I tried to touch the sky
So with my feet planted firmly in the past
I grew toward the future, bridging both earth and divine
And in me, the words rose once more,
Rise, Woman, Rise

After I had bridged the heavens,
After I had delved through the mud
I branched out towards the stars surrounding
Souls glittering in the lonely sky
Beckoned by a need, I reached to them
But just out of reach, they twinkled distantly
When a single answer I heard them call
Rise, Woman, Rise

And from my roots, I grew down deeper
And from my arms, I reached out high
With my fingers, stretched out longingly
Glancing over them, I swept the sky
Fingers clasped my own in their hands
Pulling me towards their brilliant light
Connected, I am tied to the universe
Woven into the web of life
And now, when I see another reaching,
I cry out the words that brought me here,
*Rise, Woman, Rise
 Aug 2015
Thescientist
As I lie,
his last words ventilated my empty cadaver.
Wishing one final request from me,
from the departed.
No rose, no sweet song,
just ash engraved in stone,
carried by unwanted winds,
spoken loudly.
"Here lies a woman whom I loved so hard,
and shall not crossover 'till returning my heart."
 Aug 2015
ZL
Truth is.....

Since I was a child
a certain image has appeared in my mind
a guilty pleasure
a favorite pastime

Something so bitter yet sweet
a game of trick and treat
a forbidden fruit
I've always wanted to eat

It has never escaped me,
an original sin
that I've masked with many men
in my rainbow colored heart,

........Is where this secret has always been
from the very start.
 Aug 2015
m
One day,
I will travel the world and see places.
Maybe the immense beauty and their deep secrets
will drown
and suffocate me.
And then maybe,
just maybe,
these feelings will die.
I'll forget about you.
One day.
 Aug 2015
Tupelo
Garden eyed beauty,
Tulip bloomed smile,
Let us till the soil,
Make anew this land,

The heat has come to stay,
Now is the time for planting,
Every orchard hangs heavy with
The fruit of our labors.

August remains elysium,
The earth is singing her song
through the throats of songbirds,

We remain sleeping,
For the birth of morning,
Dreaming of the harvest
When the sun decides to rise
 Aug 2015
Aleister Crowley
Only the stars endome the lonely camp,
Only the desert leagues encompass it;
Waterless wastes, a wilderness of wit,
Embattled Cold, Imagination's Cramp.
Now were the Desolation fain to stamp
The congealed Spirit of man into the pit,
Save that, unquenchable because unlit,
The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp.

It burns ! beyond the sands, beyond the stars.
It burns ! beyond the bands, beyond the bars.
And so the Expanse of Mystery, veil by veil,
Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over
The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover-
The angel wings upon the Holy Grail!
 Aug 2015
Neko Majin
Under the stars we'd spend our nights, observing all of the heavenly lights.
Under the night's sky, in peace, and rest, a moment in time entirely ours. Your hand in mine, truly one of a kind, a night bright with a quiet affection in no need of words, a glow of the heart, lighting the dark.
Now under the black speckled sky, I don't know why, but a single tear leaves my eye, alone in the night, looking upon the heavenly light.
Time passed along, and so I'll carry on under the stars.
Something I just wrote with the input of a friend.
 Aug 2015
Mak Waddle
Him
He is divine
He is practiced
He is glorious
And I love him

He has never met me
But I know him well
He has never heard of my house
But I know where his is

He is exquisite
He is tenacious
He is notorious
And I love him
 Aug 2015
Matty Allgauer
Fly to me and kiss my painted lips
And taste the dry red wine
Then stare into my hazel eyes
That in the moonlight shine

It seems far too long that you’ve been gone
And, my dear, I’ve needed you here
So sit and rest your weary feet
And sip gently at your beer

Tell me of your troubled days
That start from troubled nights
And I’ll listen to your problems
And I’ll try to kiss them right

I’ll pull you ever closer
As your hand trails down my spine
And whisper softly into your neck
That for tonight, again, you’re mine

And after the talk and drink are through
We’ll find ourselves in bed
Passionately tangled in each other
Showing words we’ve never said
 Aug 2015
susan
will you offer me...

   an ear
to listen to my hopes
   my dreams
     and my fears
    eyes
to see beyond what is placed before you
into the depths that make me
who i am
   arms
to hold me when i am afraid
   light
to replace the darkness
that sometimes envelopes me
    an open mind
to accept things about me
you don't understand
    your soul
so that i can hide out there
when i need to be alone
                          with you
    & your heart
so i know that i am safe
without questioning
                         the reason why

give these things to me
and i will give you all that i am

i promise.
that's not asking too much now, is it
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