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dark storms rising
as electricity
crackles up my spine
in ascent of moonspell
as I trip through
            my own wires
                 my inner sense
                     of flesh
      reverberating  
in waves of
magnetic fireworks
      and suddenly
I am spinning
     my fibers
all splayed out                
for you to see
a cartographer
of emotion
mapping your veins
               and arteries
and we hold citizenship
of a private inner land
a country              
    that we share
as we into light expand
my inner goddess in tune
with your
molecules and carbon
your cells rushing like
                a river
into my estuary
in landscapes of longing
blissfully unaware
but for our souls'
secret language of
pumping blood and fire
from here, it's uncharted
but for the rhythms
                   of desire

invisible to the naked eye,
we exquisitely penetrate
the surface
descend into the
depths of bones
the most primal core
where lava licks
push spirit's will
            straight up to the fore
and I am the spark in
your most opaque rage
ready
to give it up
in dust and magic
as pulmonary exhale
flows the blood
and we dissipate , slowly
into uninhibited flood

Take me apart,
dark love
pulverize my limits
fly with me
to the opposite
of loneliness
where
    every
        millisecond
  breathes
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"You've got that medicine I need/Give it to me slowly"

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when everything we touch
either turns to ash
or turns to gold
we must learn
when to hold on
and when to let go
The one
that used to hold you up
can often end up being the one
that buries you,

Deep down
beneath the damp, cold,
lonely ground,
you are placed
with your broken lifeless heart,
your ripped-out soul
and what ever else
is left of you.

By Lady R.F ©2017
When I was lost
It often rained
The Sound of Silence
Magnified my pain

Got turned around
Couldn't find the path
It started getting dark
So I lit the map

The heart beats stronger
When panic sets in
I found the cave of destitute
But I couldn't find Zen
...
Traveler Tim
In the eyes of a dying baby
The host that just arrived
Starving for a glimpse of living
Somewhere beyond the night

Paralyzing vanity
Hearts sinking low
These World Views
Bleed our busy souls

Here in paradise
Where we can never die
A thankful heart grows old
Finding meaning in this life

Still the suffering is persistent
In the dregs of the camera eye
How fortunate we are
   To live this peaceful mind...
Traveler Tim
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