Dark, so sweetly
spirals of black
slaking black
in layers
of rhythm
liquid night
brush-stroked
into oblivion
drink up, my love
let thirst
be satisfied
let the pulses
of rock and hard
places be
hotly gratified
dusty artifacts
in alternation
as we imbibe the potions
of manifestation
they twist and turn
bubble up through the muck
electrify the system
as we get ready to ****
up all those hollow,
vapid schemes
busting them apart
demolishing themes
of stereotyped hearts
smashing through convention
until the dry becomes wet
reaching ascension
in tears and sweat
the water gets flowing
down from mountain ice
as we pulverize limits
without thinking twice
and while obscurity
of twilight in the shadows
of dusk
blurs our vision
in harsh realities, brusque
we know that we must be who we are
live this life in full force
filter broken voices
that sabotage our course
and in a flick
of a whisper
an ancient eye blinks
and with one feral breeze
we are over
the brink
like a fall from a
cliff in a delicate arc
we open up
our buried layers
to the obsidian
spark
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
Dark, so sweetly
spirals of black
slaking black
in layers
of rhythm
liquid night
brush-stroked
into oblivion
drink up, my love
let thirst
be satisfied
let the pulses
of rock and hard
places be
hotly gratified
dusty artifacts
in alternation
as we imbibe the potions
of manifestation
they twist and turn
bubble up through the muck
electrify the system
as we get ready to ****
up all those hollow,
vapid schemes
busting them apart
demolishing themes
of stereotyped hearts
smashing through convention
until the dry becomes wet
reaching ascension
in tears and sweat
the water gets flowing
down from mountain ice
as we pulverize limits
without thinking twice
and while obscurity
of twilight in the shadows
of dusk
blurs our vision
in harsh realities, brusque
we know that we must be who we are
live this life in full force
filter broken voices
that sabotage our course
and in a flick
of a whisper
an ancient eye blinks
and with one feral breeze
we are over
the brink
like a fall from a
cliff in a delicate arc
we open up
our buried layers
to the obsidian
spark
No to stereotypes
no to prejudice
yes to freedom, equality
and loving how we want
