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Kenshō 11h
Bloom is in season.
The birds sing for a reason.

The river's motion
Seems to have a notion
For every rock around the bend.

Mushrooms are smiling a tinge.

Not a thing is strange.
Infinity has no range.

Take a token.
The thing left unspoken:
What He thinks of Hymn.

The fields of time melt beneath my feet
And the rain is slightly sweet.

Dew of the divine drops
And gains back again.

Time is a loop of sorts,
Everything ends where it begins again.

Eternity is a moment
And it never ended again.

You know every drop ascends in

The End

Again.
Kenshō 11h
I stand on a bend of time.
As I stand still,

My

Hand

Reaches

Out

And the divine moment widens,
Around my fingers,
Into the Infinite possibilities.

Infinity is a rainbow, and,
It is hidden,
Within every moment.

To make the moment,
A rainbow
Must stand still.

Be still and watch.
Receive all that is moving.
For what moves you moves in you too.

The moment and you,
Infinity and the rainbow,
There's nothing that can divide you.

I couldn't manage to find anything
that rhymes with you.

Make the moment, make you.
But don't let the moment make you.

For what the rainbow gives
It takes from you.

Time is money:
But, money does not buy a rainbow.
Or the motion of the seeds that you grew.

Are you growing it?
Or is it growing you?

Reach

Your

Hand

Out

And move the ocean of time
With your fingers

Feel the magnitude.
You are effortless.

As the Infinite moves you
You move the Infinite.

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Dom 2d
Devil’s gone and took your smile
***** deeds done marked you wild
And you change your mind like seasons
Falling down like amber leaves,
But your heart is rendered in ice —
Hoping he leaves but the
Spring blossom of your thoughts
Could not deny the summer fires that burn in you.

So give ‘em hell, let their eyes betray
By the way you work that switch in your sway
Hell hat no fury like you do
And do to me what you oughta do
I won’t protest this autumnal view
I’m going down, like a tree by axe hew
Just to see your point of view.

Oh it feels good
One more ale and I’ll meet with you pale rider
We can talk by the pits, roast ourselves by the fires
Maybe I can give back your smile
Oh ***** deeds done, you’re so wild.
Country music/southern rock inspired
Drink me in,
Hydrate on the simple sights,
I know you have a thirst
Skin so pallid and dry
Let me wet your lips.

You got hunger pangs
I can hear the rumble,
Core disrupting crawling to the surface
Use that magma to touch me like a volcano
Dive into the abyss
Devour until I am crumbling.

You got needs,
I can see it in your glassy eyes
Pleading with a whimper,
It’s easy just to tease
With a simple coax of a finger
Come to me, come to me
Come for me…

“Good girl”

You want to confess,
So down on your knees,
Look upon your altar,
Praise the rosary when you roll your hands on me
Beg me to appease,
And we can play with your sins.

Do you like it in the dark
Paint your porcelain in neon shadows
Pinks and purples dancing off you
Trying to loosen the leather lined with fleece
Love when you’re in my cusp
Drink me in, beg me, please
Devour every moment spent,
Pray for release.

“Good girl”
SPICY poem here, adults only please
When the ravens came, they stole--
Took everything,
Cast it far away,  
Hid it beneath the grays.
Carelessly taunting,
While haunting their prey,
Alone in their bug infested,
Thrown together nests,
One learns to fend for themselves.
The days,
Relentless,
Faded into terror filled nights.
Standing on a dangling twig,
Risking one last breath,
Forever asking, "what's next?"
Then, He reached out His helpful hand,
With an unshakeable voice,
& sounding stance
Advising to,
Walk beyond their words,
Which fall like stones,
Into rivers you've passed,
Onto new rivers unknown.
a journey through trauma, survival and the courage to move forward through spiritual understanding and enlightenment.
Sewanti 3d
You poured your breath like warm wine onto my skin,
And it seeped into every crack I had never shown you,
Until I was wet with something older than the wine.
Your fingers like long branches of hunger, touched me like a map you had burned before,
Tracing my neck down to the valley that experienced dips of gasps.
My mind was eclipsed by something black,
Not from fear, but from the depth of falling into something darker than sleep
And deeper than prayer.
Your lips poured ancient hymns into mine and took my aches with each kiss,
Until I lost myriad pieces of myself that were never meant to be kept.
Your hands gripped the curve of my hips and lifted me,
Not as a man lifts a woman, but as a storm lifts the sea,  
I was no longer mine, but just a wave offering surrender.
When your tongue descended to the tremble of my belly,
And found the silk between my thighs, I wept into your hair.
I arched to worship the moment when
I was fully seen, fully consumed, fully remembered.
Your dark eyes looked into the center of me in a way that made my shadows blush into redness.
It was the holy fire between two sinners who forgot to ask for forgiveness.
I gasped, I trembled, I vowed as each wave took a part of me to heaven.
Finally, the room melted into sound and salt, and you breathed again on my damp skin.
I laughed in the dark as you whispered, “How can love live in the heat of such ruin?”
Because this wasn’t ruin.
It was resurrection.
This isn’t just romance.
It’s spiritual, it’s ruin, and it’s rebirth.
It’s the kind of love that devours and delivers...all in one breath.
The dark reaches past the veil
As lanky tenebrous nails trail
Down pallid moribund flesh,
Aghast of a heavy rattled breath
Crimson paints over charcoal knuckles
As death reaches to ***** the light.
Dark thoughts are intrusive
A. Euclidian

I’ve been a lantern to light your dark days
Tried to unlock those purgatory closed-doors
Torch inside a foggy two-lane highway
So you didn’t run off course.

Just give me back,
15 years of this oneway relay
No answer back just hearing my echoes
I wouldn't have shown all my secrets
Could have kept all my flaws.

I hope to god, one day you read this,
See what I’ve spilled through a torrent of sequence
Leave it all like some ancient bygone,
A faded face on a discarded farthing.

I’d do anything just to come up for air
But I swear, even when I fall deeper
It feels like I’m choking.

Piece it like a jigsaw
Place me on a shelf with all that’s forgotten
Don’t mind the sneeze, it’s just the dust.
I won’t bother you with these dead-eye stares
Wondering if you ever read a thing or understood what was there.

Run it back to what I used to die for
Anima hanging on an unkept tree floor
Under these dead oak canopies
Waiting for sapphire eyes to rescue me.

It was always love
That hill I’d die on
And now that the sword’s been pulled
What could I lie upon?

I’d do anything just to come up for air
But I swear, even when I fall deeper
It feels like I’m choking…

B. Bleeding Ink

Is it taboo—
When I grab this pen
And go deep into the dermis
I let the vampire drink from me again?

It feels like a tattoo—
When the blood hits the blue
And I’m etching my life in lines.

Permanent like these scars
Are they just wounds that forgot to heal?

Is it taboo—
When I let the tears fall
I painted with red mixed in.

It feels like a tattoo—
When the canvas of these words
Is what resides in my skin.

C. The End Complete

Impeach the day,
Retreat tonight
Scurry to the shadows
Swim into the shallow
I’m drowning again.

My mind divides,
As the past repeats
Memories on an endless loop
Still so far, further from finding the truth.

There was a magic,
That stole the sun that shined
And the moon was a beauty
I thought I could leave behind.

But all these arms clawing from their coffins
Reaching up like the needy for open coffers
Hoping I feed them a line to stop their deep hurt
But if I may, show the ink on the page
It’s paid in blood and my rent is due.

Impeach the day,
I want to retreat tonight
Scurry back in my shadow,
Swimming in the shallow
Why does it always feel like I’m drowning?


I hope to god, one day you read this,
See what I’ve spilled through a torrent of sequence
Leave it all like some ancient bygone,
A faded face on a discarded farthing.

It feels like a tattoo—
When the blood hits the blue
And I’m etching my life in lines.

Permanent like these scars
Are they just wounds that forgot to heal?

Sorry, I couldn’t answer the phone —
I just have to leave this part of me behind.
What a wild ride, life has been.
Simon Bridges Apr 24
The ground burns
The soles of my feet
                 It’s not hot
                 I’m not shoeless
Simply put
My roots don’t sink deep enough within it
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