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 Mar 2014 kenye
August
An Adoration
 Mar 2014 kenye
August
I've lived through roughly six thousand five hundred and seventy sunsets,

Yet nothing compares to the light you have shined upon my face in only two very long days.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
 Mar 2014 kenye
August
The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
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 Mar 2014 kenye
Pen Lux
I kept talking
but I couldn't
remember her
name.
how long has it been
since I last saw her?
she's a flower,
wilting in the rain.
I'll gather
the lust for life
she often craves,
stuff them in graves
so she can hide
while she waits
for the sun.
It seizes One with Fear
and then points One in a direction,
though it is not fatal
if One finds yet motivation.

It doth render unto One
the Courage to create,
though, indeed, such Power
comes also with such potential
as to destroy without so much
as a Care.

Tread e'er with caution;
it doth come in waves.

Hey,
speaking of Waves:
please do not forget
to drink Water,
for mere magical Water
can be a sort-of cure-all
of neigh infinite mystery;
and please do not forget
to Breathe
as slowly, and with
as much reverence for the present moment
and to seek to speak as simply, yet succinctly,
as One can find possible;
for One never is to know
which Breath it shall be,
or, worse: was,
that would be One's Last.
-
To be creative
is to exercise
that inner Daemon
known to us, Jungians,
as One's very own
Shadow:
Shadow

seems keen
to reveal itself
at the most, shall we say,
opportune of Times,
though, as I find,
Opportunity, itself,
is a matter of
absolute value;
and, as such,
it can be
either
verily
creative
or
destructive,
depending
on the Will (or lack thereof)
of it's User (or lack thereof)
.
Love

is quite the Opportunity.
and quite the same is true of Life.
Joy
is quite the Opportunity,
and such is also true of Strife.

Thus, I cast this genuine penumbral Plea-
thus, I cast this penned and umbral Plea:


Please
cast thy Shadow
with the utmost and greatest Care,
lest it envelop thy Being;
usurping thy cognitive throne-

that is, as opposed to
incorporation of Shadow
via the omnitool Mirrors
of Awareness- of Mind:
thusly Shadow augments
the arsenal of One's very own Self.

Beware, though,
for the System, itself,
has it's sordid defenses.

Also, and once more,
please do not forget
to cast thy Shadow
with great Care, and
please do not forget
to cast nary a Shadow
without Self Awareness.
Written totally in the moment.
Some semicolons edited to periods, just to switch up my own punctuation, both symbolically and literally.
Thank you for reading.
 Mar 2014 kenye
La Jongleuse
nebula
 Mar 2014 kenye
La Jongleuse
Did I speak too soon?
Because here I am,
back in the mud
of emptiness
Will I make mountains out
of mundane or I have
learnt better?
I now know the world
is nothing but kingdoms
of bad men
and their rules,
how they restrict
and constrict,
exorcising gasping breaths
like a python to power.

Famished,
I picked the fruit
of the dead men's orchard
in a dream-like landscape.
They told me to come back
down to earth
and finally, I could no longer
pay the toll of the cloudy road
so I obliged.

But then again,
here, I am low.
and how it comes & goes
the feeling of nothingness.
Jesus christ, can you even imagine
what I see I close my eyes
I wish you could know the ways
in which my mind splits,
how many atoms I dare to split.

I contain, contain it all.
in the rise and in the fall,
and I hate how you try
and make me feel small.
Leave me to my ascension
and quit  weighing me down
by shoving reality
down my throat.
I swear to God,
one day I'll just quit breathing.

Your objectivity isn't real
that ******* you insist upon
reeks of nonsense
it's such flimsy gravity
I'm not afraid to say it.

Watch me explode, for
I am a supernova nebula
 Mar 2014 kenye
Amber S
zigzag
 Mar 2014 kenye
Amber S
the city winds had ****** me up and spat me back out,
and i thought i was so hip and unknown, with swirling
leopard prints and black gloved hands. a boy by my side
that looked at me with thunderstorms.
the city buildings shadowed me and protected me from
the truth attempting to leave bruises on my
buckled knees.
a tourist in uncharted waters, a damsel
who continuously puts herself in
distress.

my hair was Medusa, his fingers were
Dionysus, and when they fused,
our Mount Olympus was created, tasting like
berries and scratching at snake bites
scabbing and itching to be
reopened.

his kisses tasted like nostalgia.

i’m an american girl who is super glue, affixing
herself on whatever will stay long
enough.
 Mar 2014 kenye
Pen Lux
kairu san
 Mar 2014 kenye
Pen Lux
forgotten, love's rotten.

anxious for patience to comfort me
your first glance slid down my throat,
calming and silencing the madness
brewing within the poison I consumed.

my heart trembled as your eyes soothed the breaking.

deep sea diver, take me under
your dark waters wont freeze me
your depth is relieving
it's warmth that I'm feeling
submerged in liquid, yet still breathing.

angel of darkness, lover of light
all it took was one night
your pleasure masked in my nightmares
my pleasure seeping through the reality you opened my eyes to
my shallow blue is through
I swear I'll be true

no more secret lovers
no more hidden wakes
**** the liars
**** the fakes

your purity is the only thing that isn't transparent in the light
the amazement I feel at your existence is unbearable
but your mystery holds more beauty than darkness
so I see and think I believe
perhaps you bleed
but I do too.
 Mar 2014 kenye
Holly Salvatore
Tuning his piano
Lid open
Musical mechanical
Guts exposed
Ear to strings
Plucking
Humming
When his cat
Knocked the lid closed
Human mechanical
Guts exposed
They, who seek
to drag you down
are, themselves,
already below you.
 Mar 2014 kenye
Megan Grace
i am scared that
no one else on earth
will awaken anything
inside of me like you have.
please come back.
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