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Nov 2015 · 791
Dawn King Nov 2015
You are so intrinsically fascinated
with romancing the
idea of dancing with
your deepest desires
yet hover on the edges
of realities where
the immediate surroundings
provide chronic cessation of passion;
that you cannot fathom
a minute idea of how to forge
a plan.

Thus the interim loss
of fleeting moments that pass
like whispers giving
hints, hues, and clues
originating from the very
actions taken corresponding to
the growing organisms within
that fueled the
creation of rapture.
Nov 2015 · 454
the grey
Dawn King Nov 2015
what keeps you, seeps into you
locked down, head down, down
are you breathing
are you seething
wrapped up in
the grey
lusting, feasting, engulfing
twinges of misery
impinging, encroaching, violating
the outer rims
meticulously veiled injury
Nov 2015 · 376
shortness of breath
Dawn King Nov 2015
and when you save yourself from the waters
and are filling your lungs with air
all that you knew before you dove in;
grew, died, or changed
while you were patiently waiting to survive
Nov 2015 · 682
Dawn King Nov 2015
And you will come into who you truly are;
Regardless of your conditioned past.
Oct 2015 · 757
Exit Stage Left
Dawn King Oct 2015
ever stop to see
how the day can be
painted an estranged shade
like obscure fractal divisions
composed of lost pieces
of Akashic data
and somehow everything changes
because nothing ever changes
and how much astute piety can be retained
when the entirety has been scrutinized
will it put the demons to rest
or guilt to the test
as you pass through the veil
ever so frail
in the eyes of
the macrocosm
Jul 2015 · 589
The words came out
Dawn King Jul 2015
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
Came right out from the heart, in the heart
Of the desert, and your heart was a desert
Deserted arid, you alone, never alone, forever
Lonely, only because the words came out
Out there, where they were
They were deaf, and blind, blinded from
The blinders they wore, deafened at war
With lies, lying to you, you... lied to, mute
Mutated, saying nothing, with
Nothing talking, speaking nothing so
No thing is spoken, to you, broken because
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
This is an original work by Dawn King and must not be copied.
Jul 2015 · 491
Star Crossed Lovers
Dawn King Jul 2015
There is a deep seeded desire for
eloquence about the populations of the
air flow that gazes unhinged
toward the most exquisite love affair
uniquely brazen enough for all the
worlds to see; as even Luna pulls up to
watch being mystic and intuitive in
her own right; is hopelessly unable to
tear her attentions away from the
lustful dance between the shear
definition of feminine seductive
power & the unrelenting virile
masculinity of the heavens.

I sit outside in the throws of the
summer evening breezes and
view what can only be ascertained
as the most magnetic divine
meeting of all of my days whilst my
living heart beats within its cage;
& Jupiter meets Venus in a
fervorous braid.
Jun 2015 · 385
ambit echos
Dawn King Jun 2015
it matters not
who stand in judgement
who may possess the
highest powers of righteousness
turn away from the
jeweled grail that dazzles

for it will not charm deteriorated flesh
beneath the soil

go stand among
the field grasses
at the edge tracks
of the mountain
the guide that awaits
is free of covert motivations
Jun 2015 · 1.2k
Dawn King Jun 2015
it doesn’t matter enough
it matters but not enough to change it
it matters but not enough to admit it
it matters but it’s too difficult to change it
pride and shame stand in the way
fear stops change
nothing is done and the paralysis of denial takes over
the people you hurt forgive you and move on
they want you to do the same
Jun 2015 · 440
distant shores
Dawn King Jun 2015
i peer outward
on down and around
out into the street
under spiders’ feet
the spot on the fence
where they touched
brings my reflection
back to me
i listen closely
to the sounds they make
passers by talking ****
and the hum of
where i sit
the molecular spaces
between my back
and wood slats
songs they sing
to dust in plaster cracks
and you are gone
rid from these places
running around
the divots and wide
corridors of the
farthest shores
Jun 2015 · 440
Pine Pavilion
Dawn King Jun 2015
Various portions of the pensive events
Pilot the vessels to nowhere tents
Where storage conditions can appear unkempt
Until the breeze speak trills through vents
That assist partitions of fractured intent
Jun 2015 · 890
Dawn King Jun 2015
It’s beneath daydreams You have heard it
The faint sound of wind chimes Not belonging to a tangible source
You blindly own it  When your left thigh tingles
It’s the shape-shift powers

So please

Come down from your towers
It no longer makes sense An apparent pretense
Come down from your towers
Where the air whispers doubt Each time your heart shouts
Come down from your towers
Endemic eternal internal  The cyclic encounters
Come down from your towers

It’s the unknown driver That wakes you when
Her hand is waving as The waters’ abating

Like a still frame / Not knowing why  As you read through the lines

You belong In a parallel world
Where the sky’s painted  By a gentle sun
The rock is beveled and smooth  So that tumbled stones
Joined with dark cord  Can roll and move

The victim and the perpetrator  Hold interchangeable hands
Where you sleep  Where you keep  The spaces
Where the walk  Steps heavy  Voice distorts  Breath ready
Here you stay  Seized by false compartments
Buying into ulterior motives  That choke your flowers

So please

Come down from your towers
Jun 2015 · 750
Dawn King Jun 2015
It’s in the linear plane
The one that buzzes
Directly above the brow
It’s heavy and foul
Sludge like and slow
Dense with no flow
It is unappealing in color
With a dull toxic glow
It must be rid of
By placing an amulet
Made of Amethyst stone
Upon the glabella
For many days in a row
Until a duplex conduit
Is understood between
Cosmos and soul
Jun 2015 · 730
Barefaced Maneuvers
Dawn King Jun 2015
Can you tell me with no
hesitation in your voice
that my warped vision
of a romance is any more
or less than a thousand
stand ins for this
off the cuff production?

Or is it simply the
fear in your eyes that
speak in various
timbres of time lost
banking on a love that
was nothing more than
a third rate swindle;
Neither have a fraction
of the impact it takes
to win my obligations.
May 2015 · 2.1k
Waste Management
Dawn King May 2015
Take this infestation
Lay it out upon the table
Must tidy the maggots
I walk away
Will not take care
That which has
Placed heavy on
Burdens; it is
Troubled dark soul
Hovered atop my
May 2015 · 981
Dawn King May 2015
It was midday in late Spring
I walked out onto the land with a soul child
We met the others there and began the negotiations
A total of 4 progressed to the West corner
And stood as quarters on the forgotten soil
Spirit direct center as an arrow to the skies
The retrograde could not impede
Then, all was spoken without hesitation
May 2015 · 415
Simple Math
Dawn King May 2015
Pondering ways you've been persecuted
< OR =
Time spent in self judgement
May 2015 · 462
venom to velvet
Dawn King May 2015
could you fathom the
cavernous entangled
facets of all that has
passed my scope

those whom
are seemingly debilitated

would inquire

those that hold an
intrinsic capacity
to metastasis the
venom of the
human condition

would not
May 2015 · 1.4k
I'd like to love again
Dawn King May 2015
I’d like to love again
Days gone by in a
Conceptual state of mind
Realism my best friend
And worst enemy

I’d like to love again
Evenings pass by in a
Manic state of mind
Memories a close treasure
And haunting burden

I’d like to love again
Years pass by in a
Callous state of mind
Ethos my arduous procurement
And grossly arduous to sustain
May 2015 · 1.2k
Altruism devolution
Dawn King May 2015
Inhuman humans
Extraterrestrial bipedal
Extrasensory sensationalism
Salvation sensitivity
Helium halo hierarchy
Filtered fixated complex
Validated valor rejects
Calibrated gratitude
Servitude cyanide
Failing fortitude
May 2015 · 1.7k
Dawn King May 2015
it operates like a revolving door
there are no hinges
but it extends from ceiling to floor
it is fashioned out of multiple parts
in various geometrical shapes
each with an intricate pencil etched
message that speak of the ways
to reexamine the perplexity
of what remains behind the walls
of your bedchamber calls that
became trapped in long
recondite walkways and halls
May 2015 · 784
Go find your flowers
Dawn King May 2015
All of those things
That people said
That planted rotten seeds in your mind…
You know, the ones that grew
Tall like a mutant ****
The ones that
Choked out all of your flowers
There are many
But it is a lovely day
In an infant May
You can go to your shed
Get your shovel
Go to where your garden grows
Dig each one up by its roots



Apr 2015 · 653
pieces of nothing
Dawn King Apr 2015
i look at all of the pieces of nothing
laying around
i walk by them each day
and wonder if i should throw them away
Apr 2015 · 3.0k
Cabin Fever
Dawn King Apr 2015
You ease up unknowingly
while unaware I would be
offended by the careless
behavior prompted by the
urgency that has built up
from the condition while
pent up under the roof
of a haughty, predominant,
governess who wears a
grey locket about the neck
which contains a clean
substance never to be
touched by boyish hands.

I watch the wild in your
eyes brought on by
rigid over socialization
ingrained by a poorly
populated, secluded,
pseudo coalition.
Apr 2015 · 786
iron horse
Dawn King Apr 2015
they were riders
on the iron horse
acting as though
it were a 30 minute
hitch to the next town
no one disembarked
there were no stops
some shared stories
some sat around
the man stood tall
dark wavy hair
tattered flannel shirt
words and symbols
as scars on chest and back
the woman was flattering
she had a musical laugh
vision fully impaired
yet grazed the mans skin
and read her epitaph
Apr 2015 · 897
crumbled lullaby
Dawn King Apr 2015
on the evening
of the harvest moon
neurotic tensions
everything just
dreams as visions
come without sleep
and i fall deep
into a cesspool of
and the grisly truth
that accompanies
thankful that only
the coyotes may hear
the loud cries
of a broken woman
Apr 2015 · 1.1k
Paper Cranes
Dawn King Apr 2015
It was dark in your house
It felt dark, and it was dark
You scuttled about everywhere
No one could hear
No one would wake
There is a common walkway
There is a light
It is dim yet lively like fireflies
You ease up to the light
Ever so wistfully
You stand with a confident posture
Once satisfied with the distance
A sedge of paper cranes
Fly out from the light
And dissolve into the night
Apr 2015 · 766
Delphic Poetic
Dawn King Apr 2015
And it weaves, and breathes
you can’t see it
Capitulates and oscillates
you can’t control it
Floats as subdued whispers
you can’t mute it
Gently brushes, supple touches
it’s not textile
Fluctuating ever pulsating
it won’t be stilled
As a reticent billow
it cannot wither
Surging, swelling, never telling
the Delphic poetic
Apr 2015 · 395
Dawn King Apr 2015
you stood against your old battered car
it’s summer in Northern CA
you’re dressed in all black
lipstick perfectly applied
and black hat appropriately tied
lost in a thick conspiracy
did you know it was me
you had your suitcase
gloves on and pen ready
a tape recorder for evidence
each detail is prevalent
you wrote down the license plate
of my rental car
to provide to your lawyer
but never gave his name
i feared you may punch me
square in the face
and wished you would have
for your sake
a trip to the psych ward
was what i wanted for you
just one 5150
my last hope for clarity
Apr 2015 · 7.2k
Dawn King Apr 2015
it was on a hill of a clever neighborhood
the errant flow well guised beneath the clay
upon reach of the summit
she is all that can be held
her pull far too magnetic
her skin, akin to milk poured by Luna
her hair is the black of midnight
on the eve of the new moon
she sits facing inquiry with her injured one facing her
on a rounded copper colored chair
placed curbside
Sophia speaks then
a monotone misgiving
that pours out
as a sly pompous
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
days rundown
Dawn King Mar 2015
days rundown
implode inward
i’ve uttered my confessions
no absolution
it’s some kind of
dead society of 1
who is me if not you
where do i go
when i know
i am not seeking
i am being sought
shall i stand firmly
aside my chosen doctrine
when days rundown
implode inward
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
wake up
Dawn King Mar 2015
i feel you
bound to you like no other
i carry you around
attempt to shed you

as you are problematic

yet i remain emphatic

i feel you
feel your dormant heart
sense your fear
rage and desire

i’m not here
to be cute
make warm and fuzzies
dote on a man
or make cherry pies

i can’t be kept
or wed or bought with a prize

i’m here to wake you up inside
Mar 2015 · 915
red rock bluffs
Dawn King Mar 2015
all kinds of odd sorts of stuffs
go on behind the red rock bluffs
agony resides in a small structure
way out in the valley
where it is rarely wandered
the dust and sand whirl around just so
that all the nymph minions
can move to and fro
in a seamless veil
safe from the pack hounds
that come and go
there is a translucent fata morgana
with cold as ice eyes
who hovers on hilltops
to remain in disguise
from an axiom seeker
exhorting reprise
Mar 2015 · 953
Dawn King Mar 2015
I walk into the prime RF wave
Where the space is thick with fraudulent motives
I see him there
Sorting out the wreckage that remains
He sits upon a white couch
Window dressed with precedent navy blue drapes
While his anguish takes egress
He greets me with open arms
And takes my hand to dance
He whispers to me as we sway
His message is quite clear
“The apocryphal is a high castle wall
The infallible fathers the fall”
Mar 2015 · 13.8k
Dawn King Mar 2015
i went to the marketplace
i and my girl child
who is me and i her
we were drawn
drawn in
there stand a medicine man
he taught the speak
and the spoken
that which is innate
that which was known
all intent is tone
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
Dawn King Mar 2015
walk with me
turn off your sorrow
let your bones roll away
don’t let your residue go astray
you will see them
when you get there
to the place
you left in despair
it’s dark and dusty
poorly lit
a wide case of stairs are there
do you remember it
a man in a camel colored linen suit awaits
he hands you a hand crafted wooden box
you open the box
it is velvet lined
it is full of needles
among the needles is a folded letter
you wrote it the day you left
you left in despair
it contains your answers but you already know
you ascend the burgundy stairs
to the place above
you stand suspended in nothingness
there is a corner of a window pane
through it the skies are blue
they call to you
for if and when
you ever decide
you’re ready for
the other side
Mar 2015 · 300
apathy in action
Dawn King Mar 2015
actions speak louder than words



there of screams louder than the myriad goblins inhabiting the locked space-less caverns that dwell within the house of pain
Mar 2015 · 973
emo-shun potion
Dawn King Mar 2015
baffled at ** hum
yawn snore boredom
what a conundrum
this viral life infarction
unnecessary creation
boring old pity party hum drum
cry me a river; don’t want none
get off your *** ***
enjoy the sun some
be a person
impaired some?
take your **** meds ***!
walk the woe is me to the dump slum
debbie downer 24 sev 365 clusterfucktion
sad lil’ emo infection
overdone depression queen incursion
misery loves company seduction
Mar 2015 · 580
Contradiction In Terms
Dawn King Mar 2015
It tears at you
Eats away and corrodes the very life of you

It is unequivocally the most obscene shock show of your life
But it haunts and torments you

It’s like a train wreck
The one that is so profoundly gruesome

It makes you want to jump out of your skin
But you just can’t stop watching

There is peace and solace in the damage
Comfort in the decay
Affirmation in the aftermath

It tears at you
And you hold your darkness so dearly
As an opportunist would

For embracing anything other
May launch you into waxing abound
Mar 2015 · 750
Faith Mantra
Dawn King Mar 2015
In the back alley of a lost borough
A jet black wildcat adorned with silver and gems
Meets with a company of wolves

The aroma of chamomile and lavender
Lay heavy in the air

The north winds arrive
Questioning their summons
But remain in an army of dust devils

A shaman reveals himself

The group proceeds out into a ground cloud
Chanting archaic languages
To the banshee’s of dying beliefs
Mar 2015 · 623
Dawn King Mar 2015
multi directional flux
between minds eyes
and source form energy
bridged synergy
constant visceral graze
the throat sacral route
monochrome skim
internal skin
unidentified yet discerned
subterranean tremor
cataclysmic shimmer
Feb 2015 · 415
riding the storm out
Dawn King Feb 2015
open the windows
open the doors
let the storm rage within this house
lift its belly to the quiet still of the center
keep it in the tornado eye
while it does the damage
works swiftly on the wreckage
tears away at totality
leaving nothing left to depend upon
set it down on foreign shores
where it is bloodless and placid
before the pact that was made
the deal was drawn
from the combined rage
of a nettled cumulonimbus
and oppressed earth
with marked indignation
is settled
Feb 2015 · 649
Dawn King Feb 2015
fearless flame
dance entrance me
jump on the bullet train
fairy dust torrid
gutsy love
whirl around me
telepathic, high speed
multiplied by multiples
from underground, all over town
punch drunk carpet ride
organized, cartel sized
cat got your tongue
caramelized, cinnamon slide
Feb 2015 · 312
Dark Like Dusk
Dawn King Feb 2015
It was dark like dusk
And the old oak wept
Wept white sap like milk
Onto the ground
Up into my gown
She was there, yet invisible
Her possessions on the table
Dense with anger
Someone thinks of my youth
I wonder who it may be
A departed child so very angry
Lunges at my neck
My lovely sister calls out
To call her
We ease the others pains
She prays over us all
Of the light, of the white
We all go forth
No answers tonight
Feb 2015 · 700
beginning at the end
Dawn King Feb 2015
where to begin
when the task is so mountainous
when all that can be seen is the unmovable
when the need to wretch comes as result of thought
when a heart may fail from silent screams turned inward
the beginning must begin
when there is no way out
when there is nothing left to give
when love seems an unrequited absurdity
when one more day will surely enable the morgue or sanitarium
the mountain is moved
Feb 2015 · 869
Moment with Monet
Dawn King Feb 2015
I look at her mesmerized by the way he painted her
“Woman with a parasol” my favorite Monet
The way she haunts me upon examination of her stare
She is stunning in simplicity, white cloudy wisps
Placed delicately around her face and hair
She is at peace yet delicately aggravated
Her parasol so exquisitely placed
As if it were a shield against all that is wicked
She is so profoundly magnetic
I can remember the exact moment I first saw the painting
How long it took to break the grip of her gaze
In order to study the remainder of the piece
The field grasses painted to suggest a mild breeze
Her small boy standing aside her
But at the most finite spatial distance to
Leave the viewer in constant thought contemplation  
The twists and wrinkles in her dress that promote movement
Each nuance in concert with subtle direction
Back to her captivating esoteric stare
Feb 2015 · 713
are you
Dawn King Feb 2015
tangled are you
tangled up in it
in it you fell, lost your footing
before you knew what was looming
and that you bought a ticket
straight to hell

tormented are you
like it was yesterday
in it you were, left standing
didn't know there was no landing
all alone on your own
profoundly obscure

twisted are you
twisted conflicted
in it you are, still afflicted
inter-wrought with captivity
another victim
of "The Bell Jar"

terrified are you
terrified solidified
in it you live, afraid to give
mortified paralyzed as horizons materialize
that shape-shift and betwixt
shattered emotive
Feb 2015 · 378
Dawn King Feb 2015
There is a feeling in the air
It’s dense but harmless
Kind of like Betty Crocker frosting
It just sits there in a thick lump
Smell the sugar from 15 feet away
It makes me want to walk up to it
And put my bare hands to the bottom
Fling the **** out of it
Sticky clumps of pink
All over every thaaanng

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air

I breathe it in
Exhale it everywhere I go
Spread it to people
Like a contagion
Like a I don’t care if you don’t like it crazy sensation
Oh wow - just try and get in the way
Get drunk for days off this swirly freaky rampage

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air
Feb 2015 · 517
Dawn King Feb 2015
Tell me about the last time
You lived
Lived passion so strong

Tell me when you lived it live
The time you were alive
The time you were driven
The time everything else didn't matter
The time it was seeded, planted, and grew in your heart
In your gut
It grew like wildfire
And nothing could douse it

Tell me about the last time
The earth moved under your feet
Moved and quaked
Rattled and shaken
The time you stopped being dead
The time you just stopped stopping
The time you stopped waiting
The time you started starting
The time you kept going

Tell me about the last time
Your fire was exhumed
Unearthed reanimated
The necromancer initiated

Tell me
Feb 2015 · 616
Wild Javelina
Dawn King Feb 2015
The pit in the ground was dug
Then they came
A troop of wild javelina
Boasting their wares
The circle was drawn
From deep within the soil
As they danced in revelry
And the salts were cast
Into the air
Each granule dancing
With jubilation
From its blessing
Before reaching its
Final destination
Locking in the wild javelina
Paving way for the work
Before all Gods
They took their wares
Consecrated goblets
From the netherworlds
And held them to the skies
As they were filled
With rain of fine wines
The javelina crafted Cabala
Well into the night
Filling the pit
With the exalted wines
Moments before sunrise
The javelina dove
Into the pool of wines
To the center of all things
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