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Poetic T Jun 2018
We escape the confines of the flesh
         through the skin of the dead
for we read unseen words woven
                   like a tapestry on them.

But you can only read what you
have vanquished, and momentarily
it will tell you the future of
                              8,409,600 breathes.

But once the last one expels you must
read upon another for the future has
                                          repercussions.

Only the dead can tell you the words
of the future as there's was taken for
                                my continuation.
I have read many words but soon
                       I must read them again.

My future out ways yours, for I must
breath and read the words of a future
                                      you'll never see.
Within womb universe’s birth
nebulous placenta housed
seeds of life and white lily
billions of years in future

mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia
twill abort... cancel... fail
cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel
unknowingly intimated mother earth

giver of extant flora and fauna
unleashed after big bang cosmic explosion
galactic matter ala Jackson Pollack
across void

impregnating fecund celestial field
embryonic entities
germinating gamut multifarious
floral fauna spectrum

primordial soupy miasma
evolving millennial timeframe
distinct organisms **** sapiens
master exploiter oblate spheroid

usurped emiment domain
epitomized goddess of fertility
silent ovation humanity
predecessors ovulated

promulgating tentatively robust
quite pathological population
within clustered cloistered
substantial redoubts

mollycoddled, nursed  
swaddled by ancestral
gracias moma mia
figures, whose maternal role

guarded vulnerable progeny,
outfoxing invisible World Wide Web
building inexorably linked network
indomitable strength

against wild things
guaranteeing subsequent generations  
flourishing webbed unbridled success
prompted contemporary bipedal hominid

chance genetic dice throw
origin of species weathering travails  
horrendous maternal sacrifices
inducing  acknowledgement
unknown female forebears!
Nothing May 2018
How can my head be filled up with everything but still feel like nothing

So ****** up that you need to take that blade to your wrist
Watching the scarlet blood fall down

Wanting more, dig deeper
  
Feel the soul, the life leaving your body

Someone comes..

Grips your soul pushes it back down leaving you in the white sheets trying to Throwing away the broken  

how come if you know you're loved still feel like ****..
You may not understand, buts its the world to me.
M May 2018
i could never
love you too much,
it's either i die for you-
or i **** for you.
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