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acacia 5d
rest, rest, baby, on my ankles, feel the skin sink it: rink with skates on, cradling figure eights on, get inside the wrapper,
speaking French by the gate hoping the door would open to the commanding plea: once the gates open, stampedes of brown sugared roaches, which shed skin daily, reluctantly through the thinned walls and under cracks.
he refused to talk to me, besides one small moment in time: I broke through his timelessness with mania. it turned him on; I know I hurt him, it made him throb inside his skull.
and here i sit wonderin' where mercury is: can the moon shine some light on me? neptune please stop tricking me, stay right here near my sun and mouth:
**** my *******, neptune, come inside, neptune, come inside-outside come by inside, neptune:
liquor bounces off of my derriere smoke hazes forward: plume grasps your neck and chokes you out, the fog gets thicker.
poles glued to our hands, the pendulum of swirling up and spinning down;
sliding with pearls of sweat, capsules of fluids prance on the floor under my heeled feet, jewels bang against collarbones that hold a vase of gold ash.
handprints, bruises, tight grips on thighs: silkened ripe ***** bounce down to take all someone needs.
here she sings to me in a repeating step-harmony, i close my eyes and see the love-drunk maroon fill my entire vision, there is no black:
the Goddess guides me, it is I singing the song: we sing. she caresses my ears with her intangible lips . . . i stretch to hear the call of a few angels, perhaps begging or commanding I serve them, serve me. i feel connected to the nature of You i feel You. we are here, i roll my neck and close my eyes:
your blood rushes to me, I cry when I feel the images of you: who should I call my godly servants, I am. apart of you in this earth there should not be any servitude, but I know my reluctance on Earth has to do with not wanting to follow God's melody, not the creator God but the God of Being.
Goddess fluorescent. and now the angel that visited me, that kissed my cerebrum, she has flown away, providing me with images,and him, the angel who watches me in that space between Earth and Heaven, goes back to looking at me through the reflection of his sweet watered pond, smiling as he dangles his arm lazily into the water, creating ripples:
the same ripples I feel when I ******, when I blush, when I think of him, when I get the seed of God.
acacia Oct 14
I receive Threats from the Outside Invisible, For I hear them within my ears and I receive the messages within my Canals: but I am too strong, I am prayed inside and outside, I am prayed up and down. I possess a power within each bracelet, within my anklet, within each follicle porcelain of crystalled :

Frozen gelatin relaxes its edge around my throat and it soon comes out: A Fore, it will be activated. Saturn and Jupiter sees me now, yes, they see me now and Mars will help me Attack the World, the Enemies: I will Attack my Lovers with utmost Truth and give you all Beauty, Creativity, Fertility, Love, Wonder:

Universal, Transcendental. No Longer must I die while not alive: Now I can be A LIVE DEATH. A LIVE BEING. DEAD ALIVE. this is the Guru, this is the Sage. Detachment and Universal. The Spirit is Universal, the Body is not. The Spirit is All Encompassing, for my Body is Not. It is Ruined, my Spirit is never. I have consecrated this body and made it like my bed in preparation for the celebration of Me, of Us :

I will not have it any other way. It must be this way. Tell everyone through the vines : For what could this mean for You? You must give away your belongings, your hair, and let your Smile transform you: drink of Kava, grow scales, shed the old and Return with a New: A new World. Newness. Only the Jah dreams and speaks of the Newness: the Newness. Only the Lost and Imbalanced speaks of the Ever-Presentness. Speak of the Ineffable does the Wise and True.

With Love I send you all: One Love, Oneness, Twoness, Loveness. Love. Universal bad. Walk away and with a sway of my hips, You stare at me, Enticed and hypnotized: this is me within a concealed silk, dreamy and hazy lust you have wrapped in, entered in: came in, am stuck, Give it for I require it to Live . . .

you Dream of me as your *****, as your spilled, as your personal object: For I am the Mother, but yet you still see me as your own ***** . . .
acacia Oct 14
I step up those stairs and I TAKE photos of each corner: tears fumble each step in a diamond red-bottom heel, paid a few hundred for a crystal to shine inside her eyes . . .
a real cylinder lady sways her hips up the ladder, eyes zoom in on the One, above all of these men
and all of this humor, outside of racial classes, There it is . . . the Truth lays nestled within a golden egg and a silver lining highlights its belly, its bottom . . . and on it rests a bed of shiny hay
Another swig of sweat: holding up traffic, and the busyness of all other ants beside her chaos guarantees the messed up timing:
this is no longer a problem, She continues to go. Nothing stopping her: she stabs each ant, cuts each tail off of the tailless *** .
something that is so clear to me now, haziness persuades me to take off my bracelets and lay my earrings down on the silk twined near the side of the road: nothing lets me rest. my feet ache and beg to be in a bed. in the gold, a soft shimmering blanket pierces through the cold and engulfs my body in a warmth: shiny warmth, and the gold, and the Wealth, of the Real True Man sinks into my skin as a Realization occurs:

still nothing says into these words I inject for the fifth time, a way to contact Her: Her, she's there drinking me. . . you left it. the Ego swirls its tongues around each dripping *******, fetishistic men pray and the seeking woman peaks into the mirror in hopes to find somebody else, and it is alright for the Men to go for They all will find somebody else. yet we gave all we could give, in our Imagination, we've switched on our crystalline reveries: the awakened consciousness of neon lights, slow movements, properly edited bodies . . . the stench of your fantasies causes a car crash. do you smell your own blood yet? have you tasted your own ***? excuse my vulgarity, but the pearl she refuses to speak on behalf of your perversions and sickness: take your hands somewhere else, Creations, Adamic Being, PreAdamic One: level up your plane . . . to the highest elevation . . .  We hope you know I stride with brown wrapped around the neck, transluscency swiped across the lips, cupid's bow drawn over to hide the secret of the Phylum Nephylum. Tired of miscommunications of my body in this density, the way I bespeakforth Hare Hare Om only makes the World more confused of my No-Bonics, despite my Ebony . . . Bony skin drinks, it hurts more than being within a matrix, perhaps: but that is the matrix itself working through my flesh, this body is the illusion: No other way to put the Truth, move along, and there is still it somewhere embellished within the movements of your iris and perhaps somewhere near where your pores open and close . . . I've faced the end of you and what you've spoken about since I've met you, still I will end up in your dreams wreaking havoc and killing the girl who hurt you; I will step on your broken chest with my bare feet, black in the sunlight and colored in the moonlight, purple under your back, my soft flower grazes against your navel, and I know you will cry: I pray it hurts, I pray you regret it; The God of Me I am Unrelenting and Helling : Heaven-invoking for the Paradise-induces the Vidyamaya: I push and **** you.Ripping the Inenr You towards the Higher You towards the You towards The.
acacia Oct 10
IT HURTS IT HURTS MY MELLOW GARDEN IN THE WINDOW PANE THE SONG SINGS INSIDE MY HESD IT HURTS LOUDER MUFFLEDER OF SLL THENLITTLE GOROGEOUSNESS I SEE THE VISION OF MYSELF STRIKING MOONLIGHT TWELVE SEASONS FOR A MOMENT AGO PASSED THE WINDOW VY THE GARDEN TULIPS LITTLE GIRL SHE KNOWS TO GO TO SOMEWHERE AND THESE DREAMS I HAVE OF A DAUGHTER IN THE WATER BEING A MARTYR TAKING HOPE DOWN WELL TO BRING DOO TOO TOO FLOO DOO MOO DOO POO DOO YOK KOO HOOBOO BOO MOO
acacia Oct 10
i feel myself retreating into my shell for slumber for a while
acacia Oct 10
i haven’t felt this pain in so long this little dry pain this completely shut down pain this completely misunderstood pain
completely invalidated
no one my side you see
no one seeing the real me
no one seeing my light
no matter how much i try to explain
no one knows the one or the one me
was this real? i will never know
but i feel my time is up, now it’s just time for me to go
don’t wait for me
acacia Oct 10
every experience i have
everyone invalidates
always
always invalidates or misjudges or don't believe or
falsifies or turn their eyes
or thinks i lie
or do not understand or underestimate and
i don't even know why
with the sheet like weights
and the rain pour down like a stone cold pillow
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