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 May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
Liam
Tilting at butterfly windmills
in Parisian blown breezes
As gazelles seductively sway
to the melting light of night

Feeling her nocturnal whispers
puppy's secrets in child's ear
While white petals gently escape
eternal maternal bouquets

Pondering morphed realities
from verdant citrus cocoons
Long after jazz laden teardrops
muddled cinco de mayo
 May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
ZWS
Lucifer is singing lullabies in the corner of my heart
Where there is no other, no other left
And my vessels hold no blood for those they once did
Cuffed in a corridor with echoes pointing towards infinity
Where God once told me what my sins did wearily
There's no light in dark, but I've lived in light my whole life

But at the end of the hall I hear a harp
And there's something about the sound that makes me feel like I'm still a good person
When you've lost all you ever loved because nothing ever loved quite the same
Who's to say that love isn't to blame?
 May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
ZWS
One.
 May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
ZWS
Phoenix me, catch me on fire, and give me wings
Phoenix me, I'll be your imaginations incarnation in a disarray
While you wear your beige tanned sunglasses under the beige tanned suns you dance under all day
Something beautiful about the way the sun rippled in the water, and you saw your feelings before you in the window of the East-Bridge Kanteen Diner
You tried to run away, but your papers were falling out of your binder
And I was their asking you for another life in the reflection of your dead cold head fold blinders
Somewhere your dreams go to escape what your eyes see
And there I was seeing me through you, and feeling what it was like to be inside of your head and your hair, and your body too
But that's why I could never be with you
Because dreams are too inexplicably beautiful to understand
They're too beautiful to allow me to get through, all the way back through to you
Phoenix me, inside of you, reincarnate me through the feelings you saw in the reflection on the window of the East-Bridge Kanteen Diner too.
Do dreams mean something?
My fingers
maddenly
stroke across
the letter-keys,
reproducing
my fiery thoughts
about you,
how I feel
& the acts
I want to do.
To kiss your lips
for an eternity,
and to trace
your beautiful form
forever
drives me
to the brink
of raw,
pure,
primordial creativity.
It's hard,
like granite,
these images imbedded
deep,
deep,
deep
inside my mind.
You intertwined,
wrapped around
my genetic impulses,
a ball of ions,
slapping me
into submission
& I release,
I release,
I release in spasms,
these multiple emissions.
Beautiful tokens
of my love for you,
unspoken
& electrical.
Do you ever think about me...
electronically?
Eyes are weary,
I'm weak, in theory
My thoughts are dreary,
'Cause I loved you, dearly.
I want to be,
I want to be
your personal snail,
slither my tongue
up your spine,
so divine you are
as I cover,
I kiss,
every nook and cranny,
both elbows and knees,
the back and front
of your neck.
Geez,
down I slide
in between your
delicious *******,
then all the way
around
to your pool.
And there
refreshed,
I begin
to leave my trail
up
your gorgeous back,
shell-less
again.
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