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Into sky
Synthetic sky
Into cloudless recesses of
Artificial sun

Help me lift it up

Tubercular layers
And acetylene light
Below I sleep in a spiderweb
Where scavenger's reign

By design
Delicate
Intricate
Singularity
Worn for a vow
Worn as a shroud
Our night is falling

I come and stand
At every door
Next to manufactured girls

Hoping to lift you up

The ghosts they draw
On my back
Want no light to shine

And so I must
Leave it behind
For the man coming after me
They play tricks
to enslave me,
and seize me
by their vanity

I pray that God
will save me,
release me
from humanity

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I lie asleep in my own world

I remain unconscious
in the dead roots of my tree,
forgotten by my present essence

I lie dormant in my own world

I remain subconscious
in the lost innocence of me,
corrupted by my current presence
 4d Riz Mack
Lexie
You seek for your spirit to be fed
I seek your satisfaction
We sit here at a stone table
Both hungry

Tell me you are a child
I will not ask for how long
I am tomorrows memory
And you, todays

This body has tricked me
I am easily deceived
To think I am
The brain beneath the crown

Another man wore thorns
I am naked
As a newborn lamb
Only half as pure

Snowflakes sit in your dark hair
Star crystals in an auburn sky
They drip, melt, run, dry
I change much quicker

I am not patient
For even a moment
I am the rainbow
Waiting behind the storm

Are you ready
For something beautiful
You will not see me
Beginning or ending

I will only remember you
Look at me
The way you did
After the flood

We are in the mountains again
We made our sacrifice here
The stone is split
A perfect half, how unholy

Feast your eyes
Your body will still hunger
I will break
Like bread.
Looking upwards towards the heavens,
Hoping to see a shooting star,
Nostalgic moments flashed across my mind,
Of you who were living away so far;

We had moments once upon a time,
And many stars we shared together,
Till our destinies decided otherwise,
And then -
you were gone forever.
Softly glowing in dark of night,
Gently charming with soothing light,
Magic is there so feel it well,
When moonlight casts its witching spell.
 Jun 8 Riz Mack
Traveler
Solomon indulged
In the witchcraft of poetry
The magical rites of nature
He broke the yoke
Of wasted hopes
And became a woman chaser

Words form spells
The seeds of dreams
Dark verse light
The earliest memes
Songs of songs
Building grace
Magic is attainable
In the Poet's case
..........................
Traveler Tim
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