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 Oct 2014 Serenity Elliot
ally m
there’s a living forest inside your eyes,
a forest where blackbirds sing about
all the fallen pieces of yours
that you never dared to catch.
Said Myrtias (a Syrian student
in Alexandria; in the reign of
Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius;
in part a pagan, and in part a christian);
"Fortified by theory and study,
I shall not fear my passions like a coward.
I shall give my body to sensual delights,
to enjoyments dreamt-of,
to the most daring amorous desires,
to the lustful impulses of my blood, without
any fear, for whenever I want --
and I shall have the will, fortified
as I shall be by theory and study --
at moments of crisis I shall find again
my spirit, as before, ascetic."
they say,
you don't need water to feel like you're drowning.

I promise,
i'll make it to shore alive.
Immaculate Memory

Show me Everything

Bless me with your Sterling Secrets
barred from Eyes too soon to See.

Open your Arms
as I lay before You
in

Vulnerable Exposition.

Unzipp the Sky ~
Unburden your Breath

Breathe Eternity
in
Gentle Whispers

over my Soul
Let me know your Stories.

Through all my Lives,
I realize with Open Eyes

the Tears may fall and Spirits rise~
You Cradle mine as Sacred

I fall before You~
Graciously
in

*Utter Absolution.
A recollection of various moments in Prayer.
This is written to be purposefully intense, as it is meant to capture a sacred decree between devotee & Divine.
Enjoy :)
Take this pill,
The man said without a mouth.
He stared at me,
Yet eyeless was he.
The northern point,
Shadows south,
Across the drowned; dry sea.

Plant the seed here,
Prance your steed here,
The branches are very near.

Time without memory,
Memory without time,*
Blood drips from every line.

The line a poet creates,
Upon many things relate.

A line of words,
Or a hanging man's last,
Does he see life in a flash?

Is greed, lust what guided him?
Or did love shine out from within?

With actions,
Yet he atone?
Undying fractions,
Does he die alone?


Carpe Diem
The fourth chapter erupts...
 Oct 2014 Serenity Elliot
Neath
Every time I saw her

I was hoping for a romanticism of some sorts
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