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Though I age with bodys' warp
Malfeasance in its' ancient walk,
Yeah, though I sag to feel those pains
A spark within this conciousness remains...
Within a fizzing psych, enthrals...
Where birth and death's transition calls...
As I exult with joyous shout
Now having gleaned what it's about...
This BEING...with its' lemon tang
This laughter...as the blackbird sang

Beneath a magic sky of blue
My incandescence glows for you.
M.
16 June 2016

(For darling Janet)
A magnificent moment of renaissance
as this old man read the gentle words of Polar's
poem...."FALL"
M.
The thing you are searching for
No longer
Exists.
 Jun 2016 The Revolutionist
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I painted you a hall of pictures
bled you a museum full of art
and then you stole all the sutures
that I had sculpted for my heart.

My ribs are broken,
inside you pace,
cracking frames with each word spoken,
they put the ropes there for a reason,
to prevent the pieces from destruction

but they never made a rule to protect the viewers who were cracking
criminals who broke the bones barred on the door to come inside
without asking
Crimson droplets
from deep within
my femininity
whir and purr
     into ripe, full spin
It is my time
        for the moon
to glow at its
            brightest
shine in its fullest
              fervor as I
let myself
be relished by
Mother Earth,
reveling in my
          woman spirit love  
Holding my pen
as a sword,
          I dance into
the dark forest,
arms raised
as if to get closer
to the stars
Yes
          they are calling me
as creativity spills
from my fingers
into the atmosphere
my aura communicates
reverberates
          mystical pulses
into the ether
and while pain creates
little uterine explosions
that bloat
and ache,
         a power trips
through me
that cannot
be faked
mood swings,
cravings for
spice
   and ***
sway my mind
like a sharp,
whitened hex
No point in
claiming inhumanity
      for this
hormonal state
is like a bout
                of temporary insanity
and with all of it
     swirling round
and round
with all of the
attempts at
emotional restraint
in themselves
bound, I am
    without complaint
for this is the ultimate
miracle of our bodies
the ripe potential
          to procreate
(if we are so inclined or destined)
or just be
     enfolded in who we are
we are part of
magnetic earthbeats
as we are part of
                the bliss
                      of stars
~

I fell for you like a waterfall in springtime.
Tumbling down an edge at your cliffside.
We are a force nature simply can't deny.

You accepted my siltation;
an unorderly invitation to a desperate situation
we could never leave behind.

You cried down from blue skies- silver-lined tears of denial. You fed this empty vessel
in the heat of June-July.

When those stars shine right into my eyes,
I'll reflect their light in the creases of a tide
.

I fell for you like a rapid-
gushing parallel to the road.
Love will never accept defeat;  
*We're certainly a force with which
seasons can't compete.
Rapid:-

1) (adj) Happening at a short time or at a great rate.

2) (noun) A fast-flowing and turbulent part of the course of a river.

(Any advice for the format? It's frustrating me and I've changed it 3 times...)
I continue my life.
I still wonder why.
My darkness has come back.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I still wonder why I feel the same.
I've tried everything and still no light.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever will be truly happy.
I have a ****** up life and still do.
I found my light after awhile of searching for it.
The question is will the light come back?
Come back to get rid of my darkness.
So I can actually start to love my life again.
To truly cherish the precious life I have.
Only time can tell.
But time is catching up to me.
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