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preston Mar 17

ahem...

I am not a man of fear,
but you do scare me sometimes, beauty.
I know this latest plunge of yours  was far
more difficult for you than you were letting on.
I also know that you were closer to the edge  of
letting go than you have possibly ever been before.

Fear on my part only comes from the distance-created
inability that all but renders love, impotent..   but still,   I feel..
and I knew, baby.. that if I didnt dig deeply into the earth's rich,
dark loam with all there is of me, able to believe for you on your
behalf-- within those.. the darkest of moments, that you might
possibly (out of the stifling fear of anyone close to you, to move
forward- into you in order to truly save you)..

    --that you might
    actually die..
    and I cannot allow that.

We do what we have to do in love, babe. I was not going to let you
slip through the cracks, so I did what I did. Tend to that gorgeous
garden of yours passionately--  wildly-untethered within the
beautiful parameters of full-on abandon. Love is finding its
wonderful way into places and parts within you  that have

   previously remained alone and cold..
   outside of its warm,  healing light.

Your gorgeously nectar-laden body is a beautiful, fully trembling..
and at times, wonderfully gushing temple of worship, celebration
and praise of the fascinating, permeating.. and often
(as you so righteously well know)
a deeply and passionately-thrusting   *******
of the Universe's finest  and warmest ways--
even when done tenderly.

The beautiful nature of  Love's full-on core ache will not let go of
you until it has fully coated every now deeply-craving cell within
that juice-filled, wildflower body of yours..  so yes.. come wildly
within it all, sweet girl. Your beautiful, deep, body-convulsing
******* are such a wonderfully-integral part   of  

  what is
helping you,  to become free.

They are not inappropriate or unloving or unfaithful to your
relational home-life.. if there is anything inappropriate, it is me..

   for speaking to you this way.    (lala)

But it has been so touch and go for you
that I now have no idea not to.
I will bite my tongue and withhold   from you
the powerful effect it all is having  
even right this  moment,  on me.
All's I can say right now is that I am glad  that you
have made it through this latest plunge into the pit.
The thought of it all working out for you  (so far)
truly does make me smile. :)

Keep feeling the comforting containment of the Wind, beauty.


xoxo  (ping.)

lala.
~**** R
Festus Boamah May 2019
The game is still on
The race is me
It is ours to run
To fight against racism

A prejudice beyond acts
Discrimination above attitude
Reflected in systems and institutions
Preventing people from dignity

I learnt there is something we call "Human race"
We can't be humane with racial stereotype
Colour doesn't define us
As a person but who we are

We've had enough already
This is like an Olympic game
Not just for a race of black or white
Embodies other acts of harassment

Political stereotyping and gender activism
Ethnocentrism and nepotism
Can we stop this ism now!
Allowing human race transcend egotism

Reconceiving our race
And accepting tolerance and respect
Let's stop using humour to normalise racism
It's not funny perpetuating ugly stereotypes
Remember! We share a common history
Laundry is the only thing separated by colour

#PoeticKoncept
#Elikem
Inspires
ISM
you want a religious poem?

exterminate the doctrine

and the being

will reveal itself

once again
Creaky door
Old cardboard
Young boy, Alone
Aerosol poisons
Catacomb blue
Dripping.
Dripping.
Dripping.
Nose close
I.n.h.a.l.e
More.
I.n.h.a.l.e
Aerosol elixir
E.x.h.a.l.e
Despair Gone
Creaky door

“Are you ok?”

I’M FINE.
-
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For now.
leinstinct May 2016
I
I tend to be tempted
in the most subtle ways
I pretend to be satisfied
when i want it more every day
I show all my insecurities
like a pathway to my soul
I dont mind your opinion
my ego is too strong

They want all they can have
but never will get
I just want what i was handed
what will never get lost

I haven't slept in a month now
Eating seems like a waste of time
All the liquor in my liver
It's enough to keep me alive

I regret no mistake
In fact I'd do it all again
Though maybe some subtle things
i would indeed change
I would love you until the end
Some stuff i would maintain
I would lie a little less
And maybe get a better grade
I would not pact with myself
Fake promises that only bring blame
Promises i always break and guilt is my pay

But still i know im fine
My conscience is quite clean

I may be on the right path
Or about to fall in
very deep

— The End —