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Deep in the creek
where speckled light kisses the saline shore
and mud hole bubbles leave crab trails
I knock upon her door.

She opens with a whisper on her skin
licks my **** with her southern tongue
winds rise the dusts within
the mangrove falls quiet to her moaning song.
My mouth is wrapped in razor wire. The less said the better. Whole worlds are caught between my teeth. My eyes are somewhere between moons, and my nostrils breathe the mist of demons. My earlobes have the jewelry of vast continents. And my throat is strangled with amethyst tears. My hair wraps your shoulders. My pearls touch your belly. And my hands? They flutter like leaves in the wind to catch galaxies. I long to say the three words. But deserts live on my tongue.

Yet it takes only a moment to say goodbye.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/7/2016
This is a new style for me. Let me know what you think.

I actually do have a problem with my mouth. A tooth broke off, and it grates against my tongue. Hence the poem.
Money comes from the machine
The machine comes from the bank

Funny money, digital figures
Flying through the air

Debt for everyone
Paying to being alive

You can't have a warehouse
To store your barter hoard

Unless the Machine puts out
And gives you the cash to build a barn

When money doesn't work any more
Things will change, most think for the worst

Imagine being worth billions then
Being worthless, useless to everyone

The Machine will grind to a halt
You can't live in a fairytale for ever
ι.
Zoι мoυ, тнιѕ ιѕ тнe тrυтн,
Inѕιde oғ тнιne aмвιence;
I'м rapтυred вy тнιne
Fιlιpιna carтoυcнe.
           ιι.    Thélis na horépsis mazí mu?
vasílissa; O'er тнe gaze
Oғ Sapang delaga ғallѕ.
Herald'ѕ oғ Zιon,
Wιngѕpan'ѕ oғ
Alвaтroѕѕ.
  ιιι.
                Dιѕcιpleѕ oғ тнe lιvιng God
                Hallowed вlaѕнonιc'ѕ;
                An anassa тнoυ arт eтernally,
                Jane oғ ѕĸy'ѕ ѕυperѕonιc.
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Arιa'ѕ ѕprιng, вeтwιхт oυrn ѕeaм'ѕ, вoυndarιeѕ none, O' cнιldren-we'll вecoмe. Wнιlѕт ιn тнe ғυn, and laυgн and play, agapι мoυ, I needeтн тнιne мoon, тнaт вeaтѕ ιnѕιde тнιne cнeѕт, wнereιn вaвιeѕ reѕт, and нealιng Begιn'ѕ; Wнereιn I'м waѕнed wнιтe aѕ ѕnow, ғroм вygone old, ιnтo тнιne ѕoυl. I'м вorn agaιn.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry founder..
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Zoi Mou - means my life,,, greek tongue,
cartouche- means ARCHAEOLOGY
an oval or oblong enclosing a group of Egyptian hieroglyphs, typically representing the name and title of a monarch, though can be any culture showing a king or queens name in print on a cartouche,,, mine queen Jane! (: her names been in the tablets a long time now (:::::::
thélis na horépsis mazí мυ- Greek translates to-( would you like to dance with me?)
vasílissa- is Greek for queen.
sapang dalaga falls- is a place I wanna go to when meeting jane in Philippines's, its a place formerly called baga falls, close to jane in misamis Occidental.... Cottages, a canteen and a function hall are available next to falls which is so strange but beautiful.
Albatross definition-
1.
a very large oceanic bird related to the shearwaters, with long narrow wings. Albatrosses, some species of which have wingspans greater than 10 feet (3.3 m), are found mainly in the southern oceans, with three kinds in the North Pacific.
blashonic \blashonics is a word I made up- meaning-( a lass and her young lad,) meaning young woman and her young man she's with, me and jane...
Hallowed means- holy, or honor as holy. Or make holy, I just mean holy.
Anaѕѕa ιѕ ancιenт word ғroм greece- мeanѕ qυeen.
Anaх oppoѕιтe oғ тнaт мeanѕ ĸιng ancιenт greeĸ.
Sυperѕonιc- мeanѕ + involving or denoting a speed greater than that of sound..
Zιon мeanѕ-  the heavenly city or kingdom of heaven.
noun: Zion; noun: Sion, also the hill of Jerusalem on which the city of David was built..
Arιa or arιa'ѕ мean- a long, accompanied song for a solo voice, typically one in an opera or oratorio.
Agapi мoυ- мy love ιn greeĸ,
Wнereιn - arcнaιc ғor ιn wнιcн,
Bygone- belonging to an earlier time ( ancient time)
Betwixt is between.
Herald or heralds are messengers,,,
A star and its flurry of appearing
Brethren as they push their way
To the eyes that wish to see,
Its shine which was not there before
And in seconds reaches what took
Millennia to reach the globe of
One's eyes, and the glory that falls
Upon us, what does one do with this?

It slowly comes together
In the depths of the heart,
The hope of forgotten dreams well up and spill their way into existence,
We constellated the sky not in any
One star to lay a wish on,
But instead have used a multitude
To feed the light that haunts
The black night.

And before the pieces come together,
Remember that the heart ,desirous
As it is, will gives the clue to hope and dream
And the key to putting it together,
One only need look up into
The starry abyss, fill it out
With what we can see and make
The dream a reality,
As fragmented as the sky may
Be,
It reflects the fragments of
The broken dream.

So I pierce into said sky,
Make my own constellation,
And when the stars are realigned
Into the order of remembered hope,
There I can see it,
I remember hope can change the stars.....
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