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I remember joining, Like it was only yesterday. That letter of acceptance in my email, I felt as if I was a master of writing. But now it's been months, And I've loved every minute. For poetry was a fine wine I could not afford to enjoy, Now I swim in it.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
Follows
Staves and rings to make a keg, pots full o'piss, and patience aplenty, we ain't makin' whiskey, we preparin' black powder, the old boom behind now, previous to this Nitro Oxy reaction as we breathe and think Dynamite, and steel, and germs and Jesus, as depicted after Gutenberg and Aldus Manutius, and Kabir, first among sages found by Brave AI, at my request… "Hermit, that yogi is my guru who can untie this song. A tree stands without root, without flowers bears fruit, praises sung without tongue, the true teacher reveals. Seek the bird’s, the fish’s path. Kabir says, both are hard. The being beyond boundaries and beyond beyond." And again I quote Saul Bellows, "there is just too much to think about." So we explode. Imagining finishing, still, pile all we ever learn, all our hows and all our whys, and still stand here staring off in space, with no idea how long it takes to make the sense we needed, ever so long ago, almost a thousand years, almost so long ago that nobody really knows, so the clowns are sent in, as children gain ad- vantage, as happens, on winning sides of wars, and as that has happened, we, those children, we are old and used up sorts of men made thus, precept upon precept, how do we live together, how can I learn to wish to give away my surplus, and live within my means, by chance, no plan, justice, made believable, that it does play fair, the game of growing old while holding haps, pursued while first discerned, as good to know, it is the right of all mankind to pursue happiness, and break it down for storage and future reconstruction.
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 2:03 PM UTC
Thinking Past Terroir
Staves and rings to make a keg, pots full o'piss, and patience aplenty, we ain't makin' whiskey, we preparin' black powder, the old boom behind now, previous to this Nitro Oxy reaction as we breathe and think Dynamite, and steel, and germs and Jesus, as depicted after Gutenberg and Aldus Manutius, and Kabir, first among sages found by Brave AI, at my request… "Hermit, that yogi is my guru who can untie this song. A tree stands without root, without flowers bears fruit, praises sung without tongue, the true teacher reveals. Seek the bird’s, the fish’s path. Kabir says, both are hard. The being beyond boundaries and beyond beyond." And again I quote Saul Bellows, "there is just too much to think about." So we explode. Imagining finishing, still, pile all we ever learn, all our hows and all our whys, and still stand here staring off in space, with no idea how long it takes to make the sense we needed, ever so long ago, almost a thousand years, almost so long ago that nobody really knows, so the clowns are sent in, as children gain ad- vantage, as happens, on winning sides of wars, and as that has happened, we, those children, we are old and used up sorts of men made thus, precept upon precept, how do we live together, how can I learn to wish to give away my surplus, and live within my means, by chance, no plan, justice, made believable, that it does play fair, the game of growing old while holding haps, pursued while first discerned, as good to know, it is the right of all mankind to pursue happiness, and break it down for storage and future reconstruction.
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in this moment our coalescence as we become intertwined still separate but joining together again all the time
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
Soviet
In an instant you send my body into a fiery spell that burns me alive, your hand between my thighs, gentle touches. You caress my body, soul and mind, watching me quiver with each touch from start to linger. Watching my eyes looking into yours deeper. Our souls joining together dancing in a timeless cosmic whirlwind of letting our guards down.
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
Guards Down
if you could skip to the day your dreams are finally true would you be glad and say i finally made it through you would not say that because you would know you didn't have to combat any struggles or undergo the challenges that came they connect you with mankind you would quickly feel the shame of missing the joy that can bind your heart with other hearts our battles join us as one missing out on those parts no great memories would be won you would know you are a fake and victory would lose its meaning realizing skipping was a mistake not as wonderful as it was seeming be content living day by day moments are sweeter than you realize scooting passed time's natural way is not as good as you may idealize
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
Scooting Passed Time's Natural Way
The sound of a sigh From a lovers lips It echos through the night It reverberates through every cell Creating a hum under the epidermis Breathing gets heavy Inhale 1 2 Exhale The heart only speeds When sweat forms on their skin Adorn by salty appetence This is the sweetest taste Of lips on a secret place Teeth clamped in skin Lovers wrapped in sin Bodies traversing what it is to couple They'll lay quiet for quite a while Bodies humming and hands intwined Feeling forever  is this instant Guiltless love Uncontaminated by fear They could spend eternity here The day goes on So do they They hold forever In their hearts and minds Until after the end times
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
Ode to my lover
"Wake Up" to wake up the joining bear it for however long stress contraction rest to bear it into
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Wake Up
Traversing in silent moments where there was an eclipsing of breath, caressing unspoken words but everything silently narrated. Nearly adjoining within each others gravity, but still we were shadowed by the others desires. Collecting in the afterglow of emotions. This was an eternity of moments, a motion not to repeated in alluring views, immovable, inseparable of our inevitable paused joining. You were my star, I was your moon, eclipsing with our gradual passing. Enticing the other until for that brief amount of time lips met and time was motionless.
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Eclipsing Lips Shimmer
The feel of skin on skin, The feeling of clothes being pulled torn off, The push of her hands to make me move, The feel of her hands trailing over my body, The tingle the leave, The feel of luxurious lips kissing my skin, The final push the gasp of pleasure, The joining of two hearts and soul, The glorious Ecstasy. Have me i'm yours. Take me i'm yours. Own my i'm yours. I'm Yours.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
I'm Yours.
When everything happens to you when you're so young, you're very lucky, but by the same token, you're never going to have that same feeling again. The first time anything happens to you - your first love, your first success - the second one is never the same. -Lauren Bacall
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
First Time
I bend him. bend him around me, around my thoughts, around my body, I take his space and make it my own, move him around my presence, I integrate myself , gradually take control, I move, he moves, I dance, he dances, it's an intricate step, easily tangled, but keep the balance and everything shifts imperceptibly, every action with its counterpart, an island becoming one with the sea.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
The merging of souls
Our tears touch- They mingle And smear together, Becoming one; Tiny vials of our soul- In the form of tears, Each half empty, Until they meet as one. Our lips kiss, Sparks fly, To and from, joining, Becoming one. Our souls leap To meet each other, To send sparks, To announce the union. Tears we cry, Kisses we give, All are glimpses Of our souls, Finally meeting ever so Slowly but surely They mingle And caress. Yours and mine, That have searched For each other For all time. Let the tears flow, Let the kisses rain, For you have found me And I have found you. For our tears mingle, Our kisses send sparks; They speak to the heart: You and I are Soulmates.
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
Soulmates