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 Sep 2023 life's jump
irinia
you wear my skin as a coat
in the morning light
storehouses of tears
bridge my thoughts
of you
what is this je ne sais pas
biology, art artefact,
genocide of reason?
politics of satisfaction?
yes and no and maybe:
life playing a vitality game
with itself

there is a cosmic spin for
unborn thoughts, gestures,
meanings.
a house full of empty things,
the past. for non-believers.
****** traces on my skin
left by the wind, the sea, the fields
a tapestry of dread cause silence
was a cathartic violence

sit next to me and we'll watch
the elusive rhythm of gravity
pulling our cells in the same direction
to a new species of desire
unabridged
I nurtured this garden, the animals roam free.
Held high with respect for the flowers around me.

I would water the lillies,
I sent them away.
I would keep one with me,
holding tight everyday.

The daisies kept growing,
creating fields of youth,
We giggled amongst them sipping lemon juice.

I lit a fire, forming a phoenix of wood,
I watched it fly away towards the sky.

I had wondered for hours why he didn't stay,
Caring for raspberries, blackberries in hay.
The water I used, was no longer pure.
It was full of toxins, crippling them all.

The flowers started wilting,
they turned to my face.
This isn't like you,
Perhaps I changed.

Soon amongst the deserted lands,
The smallest flower's head began to pop out.
It showed me the truth amongst the lies,
I almost felt myself begin to cry.

I nurtured this garden, the animals are gone.
Hanging my head, as shame has come.
Holding onto my lily, never giving her away.
For she's the only one, who truly stayed.
All you need is a lingering touch,
Suffocating breath,
Lasting eyes locked.

Sometimes you need a charming smile,
A ***** mind,
Breaths intertwined.

A gentle hug, worth more than a million kisses,
A physical touch, begging for more than this,
An illicit affair coated in bliss.
I lose last battle
Your attention awarded
To somebody else
Never make someone a priority when you are only an option
 Aug 2023 life's jump
unnamed
I'm a little mean,
better late than never
when arriving at yourself.
Spin me round,
watch me twirl my hair,
we can rendezvous
until we've torn our hearts out...
You push me away with every inch I give,
the hole inside me grows deeper,
and I'm learning to pull myself out.

Through it all,
the beauty of feeling,
it's all real,
all of it.

Come here, gather round me,
tell me your stories,
I won't leave you...
I'm inside out
I won't fight it off.
I'll go through.
 Aug 2023 life's jump
Manx Pragna
In the pool hall,
We speak of revolution
And on resolutions.
How to wake people up?
We are all so consumed,
With the struggles of day-to-day.
So focused on the bottom line:
We're letting the future slip away.
 Aug 2023 life's jump
Manx Pragna
The odd thing
About the constant moving
Of a life grown up on the road

Is the people you meet
Know you will leave
And so you get their best

However brief
Thankful for all of the positive people in my life, and those that have gone
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