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It is as important
to recognize
what love isn't
as it is
to know
what love is

mistake not
lust
ego-driven
crush
flash flood
rush

nor need
the kind
that scours
the bones
licks the marrow
clean

not apathy
silent killer
complacent
acceptance
of less than
we deserve

violence
physical
verbal
control
love is never
these

it is
easy breathing
reflexive
vital
doubles down
no surrender

love holds
through heat and cold
sick and old
when age
erases my name
from your memory

I will come to you
fresh every day
someone new
different wig
ravish-me dress
old-lady hot

we’ll have a little fun
with the time left
at least you’ll die
thinking to yourself
*still got it
with the ladies
I only ever
want to
drown
in all things
beautiful
 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Stephan
.

*Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet with ribbons of satin
She spun around with a smile on her face

As if a princess, her blonde hair a flowing
Blue skies above now the tint of her eyes
Hearing a song on the early spring breezes
Never once noticed the coming surprise

Then saw him on horseback and blushed like a petal
Found on a the reddest of roses that grew
Knee bent to curtsey, feeling embarrassed
Knowing this gesture is what she should do

“Good day my fair maiden, your dance was enchanting”
He said as he smiled, his kindness was felt
“So sorry my prince, I did not see you coming”
Again on the soil before him she knelt

“Rise up,” he said as he slid from the saddle
“There is no need for such formality,
for one of such beauty tis I who should bow”
Saying this he touched the earth with one knee

Once more she blushed like an apricot sunrise
Standing he reached out and taking her hand
Wondered, “What brings you by here on this morning,
adding such loveliness to our fine land?”

“Your majesty, I’m but a servant daydreaming,
Seeing myself quite the belle of the ball
Very much childish I know you are thinking
For I belong far outside this great wall”

He pondered a moment, his chin now he fondled
Suddenly grinned with the happiest glance
“Well now fair maiden, if thou would permit me
Please be my guest at this evening’s spring dance?”

“Oh handsome prince I could not even think it
Look at my dress, I have nothing to wear
Merely these rags and an old pair of high tops
Never to mention the state of my hair”

“Never you mind and I kind of like high tops
Maybe some jeans and a tank top in red
Pull your hair back and it will be perfect
Nothing you’ll need when we climb into bed”

“What’s that you say, you want *** after dancing
Beat it you creep, I’m abreast of your game
I’ll spread these legs not for anyone fancy
**** it, you men, every one is the same”

As he departed, rejected and sneering
She stomped away feeling angry and mean
So here you find such an unhappy ending
The truth is she only had eyes for the queen
 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Stephan
.

*Of glancing sight and desperate eyes
For this my heart doth cast abreast
Yon whispered seas in torrent squall
Alone adrift this salted quest
  
Let ocean tears of sorrowed cries
Come rise above this angered swell
Neath clouds of rumbled argent calls
O’er journeys harshly come to tell

As this my life is tossed astern
Midst hurricanes and frenzied wind
On waves engraved of depths below
To pray, so soon to find its end
[12W]

In a disposable society
The first thing thrown away is

The Truth


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/15/2016
I wish my return to the site could be on a happier note. I have been reading Revelation and some of you probably know that I believe this country is headed for a fall. I don't say this so that I can go out when it happens and shout out to one and all "I told you so!" I take no joy in this.

The last month-and-a-half has been spent trying to get myself in physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual condition for what I believe is about to transpire. I wish I could have been on the site. I love you all very much, and have been loath to tell you what I know, as it is horrific.

I won't put up the links I was going to share with you. My purpose is not to scare anyone. Look the time is short. You will notice a difference in the way I conduct myself on this site. Any further postings will be about the importance of being in Christ. This goes for believers as well.

I have been fervently praying for you all, whether I have been on site or no. And asking God if I should come back here at all. The answer was "yes". I will be on as much as I can be.

Revelation should be preached but it's not. There is something so wrong with that picture...
 May 2016 Makenzie Scott
Lora Lee
Borderlines
        of love and lust
crossovers from uncertainty
                 to trust
How we travel
vast countries
in search of living
We forget that taking in
                           is also giving
We strive to reach
and forget ourselves
our process breached
                 in heaven's wells
And I am drowning
                in this murky sea    
submerged in this place
                 of mystery
Sometimes darkly
Sometimes bathed in
              sweet strata of light
Sometimes wrapped
                closely inside
gentle tendrils
of night
All the while speaking
the language of
       awareness and fire
my words heated-up silk
dripping molten desires
I throw to the winds
relics of ancient spells
conjure my heaven
          to chase out the hell
Polish off the dust
and shake out my soul's fabric
         air out my cells
Fill them up
          with new magic
And as I continue
      to break down these walls
         and spin off into
the astral spheres --
    I do my best to emulate
picking ripened fruit,
plucking sparks
         from the cosmos
so I may live
without
fear
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