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 Aug 2015 PurpleOrchidSpirit
ryn
Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.

Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.

Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.

There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.

I've immortalised them here...
But in *invisible ink
...

Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...
_   _ _ _ _   _ _ _
.
.
sometimes you can hear the Moon breathing
-asleep and dreaming
sighing she fell in love with another
-and together they spun off into forever
But her work here is not done.
Sometimes I find myself crying in my room,
wishing to go home
Then I realize,
I am home
But I’m not happy here
I’m so homesick,
but I’m homesick for a place
that doesn’t even exist
 Aug 2015 PurpleOrchidSpirit
mk
racism
sexism
colorism
discrimination
over
disability
sexuality
religion
creed
class

so many fancy names
so many false excuses
given to justify the need
of the human heart
to *
*hate
// intolerance at its peak //
---

a searing jolt
inside my heart

it was as a rose you
could not resist entering
an errant bee you
flew in

and you kissed
but it was as
a sting

you lost that stinger
in my breast my
love and

i have sent you away

a bee can only sting
once before

it

dies



soulsurvivor
(C) 7/29/2015
A poem for all women who have
been abused in any way.
It is not your fault!
The bee stings. But every time
it does it's SOUL dies
EVERY TIME.

---
I drank too much and played too many sad songs and cried too hard
Just because I wanted you

As simple,
And complicated,
As that was
if.
if
i had things
go my way, then
right now, you and i
we'd be screaming through the
mountain air, hanging upside down
on a cord made of bravery and love, we'd
dance
under the
naked moonlight,
waterfalls calling out
in the distance; i'd have
my hands around your neck and
legs tight around your waist as we paused
between the slipping rocks to steal each other's
breath away.
if
i had
things go my way,
baby, we'd take on the world
together; with a sky full of secrets
watching over us as we make memories
(and love)*
all over this world.
of love, lust and wanderlust. (i miss being with you).
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