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#pangs
The pangs of hunger engulf the sacred body, as the heart raises its call for the feast, of the dancing stars that collide into a million pieces and drowning in the waters of ethereal love, drenched.
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Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
the sacred pangs
Deep dark night Helpless, state Miserable plight Cool and bleak Wintry landscape Unknown faces Cruel blow Strange air Poisonous water Stinging earth Strange paths Motionless movements Voiceless calls Senseless imagery Weeping cries lyrical emotions All jerks, activities Noises, announcements Agreements, decisions Every deal and done Heartless, motionless Helpless state Miserable plight Voiceless calls All with my pangs Only calling You Make the all norm With the warm sun Illuminating rays Eliminate darkness The Merciful Lord
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Your Light
written a long time ago. Aghast Sans shutting the dresser fast Lest drawing to cloths to the past. Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck That metaphors me whence getting stuck During adolescence – which lasted decades each 'n to barreling driverless heading toward a garbage disposal dump peed truck when me entire being felt utter yuck Holograms of former life inhabit childhood each dresser drawer Which furniture about five feet from top to floor Encapsulates invisible fractals of me and contrived lore Iron nick lee, the latter increases as sands of time increase more Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks (from Matthews’) fingers did score Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore And rent psyche asunder exemplifying unseen civil war That raged within façade of placidity Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo – nobody could see Re: Clawing to cleave copper handles of me Synonymous with malevolent genie Hell bent of wreaking havoc and thus clamored to break free From shuttered jumbled wardrobe stale garments some mold e bereft of taking a tumble in washer and dryer to air Perspiration from boyhood pores, with a skinny body when bare As would be immediately clear By many I did fear Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer, especially when viewer near Gaze glued at tchotchkes like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear Analogous to that boudoir – over there Where housed baggy garments, yes even under wear Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs a haunting clasp from yesteryear!
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
BOYHOOD BUREAU -
written a long time ago. Aghast Sans shutting the dresser fast Lest drawing to cloths to the past. Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck That metaphors me whence getting stuck During adolescence – which lasted decades each 'n to barreling driverless heading toward a garbage disposal dump peed truck when me entire being felt utter yuck Holograms of former life inhabit childhood each dresser drawer Which furniture about five feet from top to floor Encapsulates invisible fractals of me and contrived lore Iron nick lee, the latter increases as sands of time increase more Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks (from Matthews’) fingers did score Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore And rent psyche asunder exemplifying unseen civil war That raged within façade of placidity Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo – nobody could see Re: Clawing to cleave copper handles of me Synonymous with malevolent genie Hell bent of wreaking havoc and thus clamored to break free From shuttered jumbled wardrobe stale garments some mold e bereft of taking a tumble in washer and dryer to air Perspiration from boyhood pores, with a skinny body when bare As would be immediately clear By many I did fear Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer, especially when viewer near Gaze glued at tchotchkes like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear Analogous to that boudoir – over there Where housed baggy garments, yes even under wear Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs a haunting clasp from yesteryear!
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This is real This is true I cut, reform, reshape for you And though it hurts With penknife sting I hope one day You'll accept this ring. So trust me baby Though I cause a fuss I’ll work on past it For the sake of us. Lace my pain with percussive cussing Swear care no matter how you fare Taking turns, till, we in turn fail End nearing, gasp through by breadth of hair. So hold no breaths And cry no tears We’ll be there soon Speak, breathe, forget your fears. It's true our future’s cloudy We're over 8 by 8 by 100 miles away I daily **** up as you tuck in Pledging, “Rest, I don’t jest figure eights.” Numbers don’t matter. And my senses, they’re surely wrong. So why hold both eyes on you? And ask the same for me, just as long? It’s so we both go strain blind Bind souls and minds together Splatter glue hastily agreeing to this eternal song Float handheld in this spaceless place Disintegrating all the walls that fall upon us. … Or those we need to walk through. There, in fantasy, easily we go Each kiss a taste of the love we share That we only alone in our nakedness wear It's clear I would put nothing on or over you Or dare seek some other exchange Because without this arrangement There'd be nothing Besides empty, pitted pangs.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Devoted Pangs
I bow my head before You When I face pangs of life I feel You smiling. I feel an ease. I feel inner bliss
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
HUMILITY
Link between my soul and body is temporary So my pangs of life are mortal Link between my soul and You is immortal As You and Your link is time-less.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
Link
tree your bough is resplendent with the delight that taunts me so I espy her as she grows my eyes are transfixed by her glowing complexion days go too long quell my waiting pangs coiled are my feelings her essence appealing to the taste buds provoking her skin is smooth and a flesh so succulent bring her to maturity she drives me mad with insanity ripening to her full perfection of purity longing my heart strings fracture wanting the reward ready to pick the mouth exhausts to caress her fruit
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Peach
I pushed everyone away 'Cause I didn't want to stay This can't be the only thing left Inside of me I failed myself Feeding the negative thoughts, with harsh put downs. Trusted lies, because facing the truth, desires bold courage I tire of being stepped on- However wanting no existence, is the same as labeling one's self, as a doormat. Just because you aren't alone- does not mean you can't feel lonely I'm used to everything being thrown back at me. Who are you to point the blaming finger? I now know full fault does not lie solely with me. Coursing through are strange pangs. Stating that not all can be closed- without effort and inner will.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Strange Pangs