#eons
Each time I hear this
exquisite drumming sounds
you are here present alive
pounding me deep where you
pleasured me too eons ago.
Heart mind soul eternity.
The sounds of your tantric love
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We are mighty oak trees
since ever millennia before
Our trunk roots by strong winds
marriage distance bittersweet
can't uproot our bare battered
ancient trunk
tangled pain roots and forest loss
We were fantastic my love interchangeable flame twin souls
the mare sight of you annihilated me:
or birthed me rendering us
as one pure blissful burning fire
and ashes smoke still ignites
In an instant I was you love
and you became me
I can't ever stop loving you
I promise to share this love
of ours while I reign in solitide
with this ****** drumming
thump thump appeasing sounds
I am forever in love with you..
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Mr and Mrs Andrews
at Karijinbba
Jul 5, 2022
Jul 5, 2022 at 10:57 PM UTC
He beats his brow upon the stone
and cries out, too stars above
Is this something precious, dear
and might this be, true love?
Every breath, a burning thought
his heart explodes and breaks
every memory, remembered, forgot
regrets both here and now, forsakes
Reach he will, and not comprehend
broken dreams and fractured soul
a crushed and hell ****** man
no path, to self control
Once more, he'll contemplate
and analyze mistakes and signs
nothing left to destiny, or any chance of fate
it's simply a complex matter of
those crised and god crossed
lines
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 11:17 PM UTC
❝ a man curses his self-created hell;
a trap he weaved for himself
that later on evolved
into a labyrinth of intricate design
his choices,
the basis of his sorrow
a product of ignorance
that drowns him
in the ocean of confusion
he becomes lost
in the prison of darkness
floating in the sea
of perpetual gloom
searching for the light
with eyes open
but senses shut
stumbling about for eons
and eons
blaming fate,
God,
circumstances,
but never himself ❞
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
_They spoke to me of evenfall and dayspring, the solstice and the equinox. They sang of eras, epochs, and eons. On indigo nights, they whispered in the owl light of alchemy and enchantment, wreathing my cot with an iridescence which illuminated my dreams and begentled my slumber.
At Hallowtide, they scribed lyrical pathways in the air and sculpted rainbow arcs. They celebrated the vernal majesty of April and October's autumnal reprise with moonglade pageantry and sunset flourishes. They conjured blackberry winters and gypsy summers, and laughed at my amazement, as if to say: ‘Told you so!’
As the years departed my second decade and encroached alarmingly upon my third, I began to question why they had chosen me; why we walked together apart and apart together. I wondered where the magic ended and I began, and I realised with the bone-breaking chill of the unwelcome inevitable, just how lost I would be without it._
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
You, earthling, how can you even
begin to attempt to fathom
what it means to live,
when you don’t bother
to attempt to fathom
what it means to love?
I’ve learned over the eons that
it may be air that keeps my lungs
full and my body alive,
but air doesn’t fill my heart
the way love does, and
air doesn’t breathe
life into my soul, the way
loving someone does.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
It claims its victims,
one bite at a time.
Puncturing their veins,
******* out their inspirations.
They're dead,
and wondering the streets,
in search of things
long forgotten.
It's as plain as day,
as grey as old age.
It's an age old philosophy,
never to decay.
It prevails,
but nothing truly changes.
It stands tall,
but only handfuls see it.
Holding onto nothing,
life is suffering.
So it has been,
so it always will be.
If chosen to change
the landscape of an eon,
then eternity is nothing
but a miniscule point.
I am nothing...
So it has been,
so it always will be.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and **** knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates,
and his hologram ghost ******
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon
any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws
pistol whipped and hashed
tagged traitors who roared America
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed
when Donald Trump ran the country
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
like some sorority or fraternity house
left the sanctified righteous West Wing
with powder puffs sans canisters
of pepper spray, whereby
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art
at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks
against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly
reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers
getting water boarded and aching
deigning to implement dictatorship
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic
twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries
with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except
to keep Alice in Chains and
Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Raging tides, Silent waters,
Squalling back to reminiscent eons
Ethereal beauty to a much grander design
Under a radiant sun an azure skies
She died under my ***** blue eyes
An ocean within me pulsating
Through my veins
From the cradle to the grave
A mesmerizing force
A fragile balance,
Her silent breath
Fuels this vivid ever shining red….
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Verse 1
You are the wind that blows
I am a book that you read
Condensing chapters told
My feeble mind relearns
To search the eons of bliss
Verse 2
You are the scent I breathe
I am a nomad that strolls
Guarding blooming depths
Your inner eye is my sight
To trigger seasons afar
Verse 3
Your skin is my shiny glow
I am a mass that revolves
Reflecting the mirrored view
You review within my insight
To align the guarded tusks
Chorus
I will never punch you
Neither munch you
A sway in desire
I will never judge you
Neither nudge you
A swing to inspire
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
We are all made of stars,
And some are yet to be seen,
although they may shine the brightest in the sky.
Will they find me amidst the glow of Ursa Major?
Or will my light be seen by no one,
except the soft solemn universe,
in a quiet appreciation of every atom,
as they orbit each other through the eons,
with this, my heart is content.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
O my love
Look into my eyes; what do you see?
I see only us in our eyes
There is no boundary to keep us constrained
We are eternally free
We are free birds and we serve only the heavens
As I listen to you and you listen to my beats
Our voices echo across the oceans
For eons to come, such passion will be remembered
So is our love, my sweetheart
This love
You have seen within yourself
You have felt its power
You have dreamed of the future
You have written secret songs
and
Prayers
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC