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  Oct 2014 Rupal
SG Holter
Every morning
I arise a different
Poet than the one I
Fell asleep as.
Where fortune gives to light
where love has bought the night
he is my fire of the earth
when he makes love,
wow passion of the fullest
he opens the portal to my soul
he is my miracle and desire at a glance
revealing himself under the cloak at night
one I feel I cannot live with out..

My beloved, thank you for coming into my life
light of love has hit my eyes
his strength of his own creation
come to me my love, bring such joy
to my body I need this very evening
until the burning sun shines once more
as you invade my being, and leave me breathless..

My Love....*

Debbie Brooks 2014
  Oct 2014 Rupal
Poetic T
The devils daughter she was
Birthed from sin
Opposites attracted
One night of
Sadistic
Heavenly
Pleasure
Burnt from her mothers womb
Cries that  awoke
Heaven
&
Hell
She was a beauty unparalleled
Her eyes a contrast
Sclera's were as black as death
But pupil's & iris as
White as silk
She was no ones fool
Knowledge
Satanic
Heavenly
Imbued with in her thoughts
Knowledge was her power
"Angel Winged"
"Devils Horns"
She bathed in holy water
She liked the feel of it upon her skin
"Burning with pleasure"
"Her horns burn bright"
She is akin to both the feelings of
Pain,
&
Pleasure,
For she was of
Heaven
&
Hell
Though both sent lower minions
For the sacrilege birthed
An abomination of beauty and sin
But she was her own person
Not bowing to either above or below,
She was of two worlds,
While living in plain sight,
That girl with black fire in her eyes she is the
Angels  Devil of Purity & *Sin.
  Oct 2014 Rupal
NuurSeraph
I've seen a vast Ocean of Eyes
darting back and forth
left and right
undulating sequence
along the Moonlit night

this is No Trickling Stream you See
this is a raging Ocean of White froth Life


Herein lies the Chasm of Awareness
or Stairs of Consciousness,
if you need
the Praying Mantis shifts its Eyes
(Kneeling in the Blackness)
Down the very bottom of this
deep dark Ravine


We are the Creatures
We are the Seeds that We sow
We are all Mirrors


Tell me....what more must Eye know?????
Watching Life of Pi
turning my head and holding my breath a lot.
oh yeah, and shedding a tear or two..or three...ok, I lost count
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