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Brett 7d
I slip shrouded through a summer’s mist
Away from sterile streetlights
That cast a distorting haze, hiding
Endless solar waves, that rest above
This earthly place where I pass my days

With stars tied tight to an infant night
I run and cup one lightning bug for my lantern light
Like being guided by my adolescence, to an open shore
Where the sky meets the vastness of my sleepless mind
This place is free of weight that holds me down;
No thunderclouds hover above me now

Constellations; like scars upon the sky, share stories
Through the passing tides of time. Cassiopeia undone by her pride,
Reminds me when to swallow mine. So often, I feel chained like the maiden;
Andromeda, imprisoned by a pious Poseidon.
On this lonely beach,
I trace my own tale, like a signature on the night. Not a hero but,
I was here. The simple story of a wandering man,
Always willing to lend an ear.
M Vogel Jul 22
I see you  in the layers
between the layers--

One,  stacked atop
of the other,   but none
losing their God-given, loft

I see your tears--  watering
a Universe,  parched..
.
Wanting to say  that it
knows,  the true color of  rain
or the difference  between  

good..
and the bad,  kind of pain.

I reach  for you
and you dissolve..  evaporate--

like you were never, mine.
Were you ever,  mine?
my beautiful Tristen--
the last  shall be first <3
M Vogel Jul 18

Insane, jealous wives..
controlling ones
They are everywhere
or at least  they are,
with the men she knows..


So she comforts them
in their affliction,
in a cherub-like  way--
these poor men,

with their  insane,
controlling  girlfriends  and
wives--

crazy, jealous women
that refuse to allow  their men
to talk to her
or be alone in a room, with her

It seems as though  
the world is filled  with
insane,   controlling
jealous women--


at least,  in the lives
of the men  she knows,
there is.

taught  well
at such a tender young age.

the problem is always elsewhere
<3

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me
creating  the need--

Hmm...

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me

creating  the need--
(ugh)

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me
creating  the need--

(Fugg)

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me
creating  the need--

(thisgroundhogmutherf---...)

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me
creating  the need--

(fucktheneed, babe.. lets just fu--...)

My beautiful ignores me
until I ignore, her
and then she un-ignores me
so I respond by re-ignoring her
which in turn, causes her
to di-ignore me
creating  the need--

......



      ......



......



      .......


(­someonejustshootmeinthemutherfuckinface)

https://youtu.be/Dny3DNjn_F4
xo
M Vogel Jul 11

Within the horrendous act  of letting go
lies the gift of Life..  to life, itself

It is  within their  honoring,
that the dead, are brought back to life.

I killed you off  in my head,
when I made you mine, beautiful girl.

   You were never mine.

The crave for Love's Freedom   fights
with broken-nailed claws

And I become a young little boy,  again
surviving,  inside of my own head--


Inside of this man's  body
now, hardened


letting go
by never truly letting go

I can let go  of it
https://youtu.be/1OB6-UXAle8
M Vogel Jul 5

With a twinge of internal dissension
I realized that I had  all along
been ******* nothing else,  but air.

This made  me--  a dedicated loner..
smile, profoundly.

I chased myself around the room..
playing,  hard to get..
But me
with me
will always  be gotten.

I  got  that, my loves
..get that?

mine

https://youtu.be/4wnzVMUbpV4
xo

It is harshness, beautiful girl..
but far from being  a cruelty.
I'm trying to find the words  because
you deserve to have the chance,  to choose

   based on the truth of what is  truly loving
    and what is not.


In your need for access to raw,
core survival,  
the machine has put its hooks  in to you  
deep, beautiful girl.

And my only access--  to get through
the machine's intricate gearwork
is unfortunately,  during the time

   when you are struggling most,
   within the greatest of calamities--

But it is at that time.. 
when the highly mechanized machine's,  gearwork
is most penetrable.

So naturally it is at that time,  
   when an intervention
   would  seem, so cruel..


Ah, babe..
I'm not afraid of my love for you
actually killing you..
There is something deep inside your spirit

   that somehow tells you--

That even in the midst of the chaos..
And within even that  which so often
feels  as being cruel..

this might indeed, actually be Love--
The real thing.

But at that level.. who on Earth  could actually
trust that it actually,  could be?
And your well perceived,  perception of cruelty
comes from the fact is it must  seem to you--

That every time you truly open up
your heart to me..   I seem to blast you,
         and knock you to the ground..
when you feel  you need me, most.
I'm still looking for words
to describe it, beautiful girl--

   But it has to do with something..
   somewhere,
   in the Realms of love--

And the things that take it in
And the things that thwart it.


There are not yet human words,
here on Earth, to describe it..

But one day,  my so very beautiful..
I know that one day,  there will.


a love-note..
cast out,  in to the Universe--

That was as far as I had gotten, when you showed back up  and started talking to me again. If you continue to choose to hold on to your psychosis-induced beliefs that are solely procrastination, based.. nothing that I give to you is going to help. Nothing.

You are the person I love most here on Earth.. when it comes to a soul that truly needs and deserves to be loved, the right way.. But I will gladly walk away from it all if you say that forever the love that I share with you will pour down an empty hole of psychosis and a deeply-****** need for procrastination. Unfortunately for you and those that hide the way that you do, the clock is ticking and you are going to become, face to face in front of the truth-- no matter what you choose to believe here on Earth. And I'm not being religious, and I'm not talking about "Christianity".
I'm talking about the core of the Soul  which is eternal.. but is only given one body and one life here on Earth--  to have the chance to infuse the God within us, in to the flesh-hewn temple,  that houses it all..

Period.

I was built to be there for you and support you all the way through this life. There's no way you can throw it away by being this stubborn. If you choose to be, I will have to write you off, forever babe. And I promise you I can do that if you remain adamant the way that you are. Is "reincarnation", and all of its false beliefs really worth it all to you? Is your lover of your "past lives", that great?

The incubus is none other than the ultimate spiritual troll, babe-- the motherfuker is a demon, and every part of what he does is based on the Unholy bastardization of what love was truly meant to be. I feel sorry for you if this is the stand you're going to make. It is unequivocally, diametrically opposed to all of who it is that I am, and I've remained silent long enough..

but no more.
I guess it all boils down to the age old, age-old
"Choose you this day, who you will serve..", thing .

You are the last person I will ever want to have to write off, but I promise you.. this   o n e   life here on earth is really that serious. And my  one  life that I have here, I refuse to have be  squandered.

So maybe I was wrong in what I believe about you after all.. (But I will never live long enough to be able to convince myself of that).
I believe you are that person.

I doubt if I will ever not believe that you are that person.
I need to go now, sweetie.
You are forever  beautiful. xox

(I really don't want to come down, from it)
https://youtu.be/65gMenC08Mw
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He flipped the pages
one after another
his curious fingers
tracing each syllable
of her untold story,
the deeper he dived
in her mystic maze
his fingers were smudged
with ink and her tears
the words were stripped
her soul was bare
and he fell in love
with her cryptic layers
M Vogel Jun 27

To inhabit the space  within
oneself,  to such a degree
that the skin, thins itself out

in order to leave  room
for that which is  to occupy--

An indwelling  
of self,  to such a degree
as to stretch the skin
to full capacity..

leaving no room  for ambiguity--

All cells and atoms, within
now  fully occupied,

   fully inhabited

   by the most beautiful  
   form of indwelling  of all--

   That,  of the self.


She is ghosting me
I ask her why
She says, "Because you're so big."
I don't know what that means
"Whenever you come in,
you fill the room..
there is nowhere for me to go
no shadows for me to hide in
You walk in and they all go away."

Ok.. so why ghost me?

"My silence is the only thing
I have left  to hide in."


In my love for you, my beautiful
that is the service I provide.


.   .   .  
Access into fullness, comes only
by facing the pain--
it is suffered, into.
Grace   buys us time
for to become  able
to  take  Love  in.
Truth  is the green
umbrella-like canopy-covering
that makes possible, growth..
for  all  jungle inhabitants.
All.
.
Violet Jun 17
Im a dew drop on dahlia,
My fate says to "unite with the soil",

I'll return to my home under the moon,
To glitter with my companions,
ah! the stars.

I'll watch the ocean roar, city lights wink, and places of my dreams.

You may grieve as I depart but don't you worry,
For, my path is adorned.
So,  I walk through the scented flowers and star dust,
As I leave behind my memories, towards the "better place",
All evening the softest sound- drifting to the eternity....
-For a friend who's gone too soon
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