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 Mar 2018 Tanzdreamer
Devin Ortiz
Not long after I laid myself upon the Earth,
I began to grow roots, suckling the green.

Before you knew it, they borrowed farther,
Far from me, crawling faster away.

To be so toxic, yet making myself at home.
I needed some good, to prune the bad.

As I gaze at the storm clouds rolling,
I wait for the rain, but not before the tears.

There is a bitterness, rotten deep within.
To be so disconnected, it is painful.

So I lay, disgusted with my own ruin,
Wishing the woods would cure me.

What a dumb little lie, who do I kid.
I will decompose with pestilence.

How dare I come here, how dare I weep.
But here I'll stay, a graveyard of grief.
 Mar 2018 Tanzdreamer
Devin Ortiz
I walked out into the nothingness,
Lamp lit, with a little lively flame.
Darkness decided to swallow us.
I fueled the lantern, to feed the light.
But as it burned brighter, darkness grew hungrier.

There was an acceptance, to let it be.
I knew that this was the time of darkness.
Extinguishing my flame, I waited for dawn.
I waited and waited, for the midnight black,
To churn into that dark purple hue,
Kindling further into the volatile morning vibrancy.
Such a time never came, as I said
These were Dark Times.

The Land of Light could not, would not
Interlope here, and such a thing was fine.
I am Thankful for this thunderstorm.
Thankful to be alive.
Thankful to have a functioning body that I get to put to quality use.
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Thankful to have people that love me
Thankful to have people to love.
With these fleeting moments of clarity I must emphasize what a beauty it is to exist.
May we all see the depth of this dream and wake up fully energized.  Time to charge batteries,
After getting enlightened by lightning.
Humbled by thunder.
Seeing beyond the trivialities, excited by wonder.
You are now you2.0
Ready or not, forward into the unknown
With soul we have home
Sometimes we get stuck inside our own heads,
But know you are never alone~
Mesmerised by mysteries,
marvel those curious
agog to drift off.
The most inquisitive people, have an unquenchable thirst of knowledge, marvelled by the wonders of the world.
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
Caramel skin that got painted on by the needle.  
You are inked from head to toe.
Art done to you by different hands, they must have felt privileged to touch such a tender canvas.
Like the butterfly on your stomach, you have transformed, tattoo metamorphosis.
Pain, the sting of the honeybee.
Bearing the ****** even though you bleed.
Written on the flesh, drawn upon the flesh, a story of who you are eternally expressed.
I want to read your body and understand each chapter.
Tattoos and piercings modify your outer appearance, exactly how you want it to be.
What delightful alchemy this
this metamorphosis of a dream
a condition like an apsiopesis
which assumes I will be back
I inhale the fragrance of this ink
and exhale it as wine
it gives a nice toast
to our love
soaring like a lammergeier
Well in the throes of passion,
it splinters into a flower
the omphalos of which
is a moment awake
beyond rest or relaxation
may we be together forever

_ Vijayalakshmi Harish
   24.11.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
In my last poem, I has asked you'll to gift me words that I could link together into a poem. The poem above is the result of the gifts that were given. The Givers and the gifts are listed below.  I understand that some were not really intended as a "gift", but I' a rather greedy person! :) Thank you for these wonderful gifts and for the inspiration!

David : Delightful!
Mae: fragrance, inhale, exhale, dream, awake, moment, beyond, alchemy
Linda – rest
Sneha – condition
Embers – metamorphosis
the undead faerie girl – passion, apsiopesis
vircapio – omphalos
martin – well
Aditya – wine , love, flower, ink
Shaqila – love, I will be back, lammergeier, together forever
Jerry – nice
 Mar 2018 Tanzdreamer
Janette
I wait for you upon a palette of night sigh’s beneath the silver of starlight
Where the whisper of dream drifts down, soft, as stolen breath,
Caressing me, holding me within the sepia of your eyes;
And we taste the first light of forever...


Spring-awakens blossoms, traced in the dew of thirsty petals
Where I am cradled, sacred, in a lullaby of ribbon-bound rainbows;
Where wind blown whispers, reflect the burn in our eyes
And we taste the first light of forever...


Love is etched in diamond facets of eternity,
Where the satin of fingerprints reach far beyond words, slaying me with silent urgency,
Painting me beautiful, in the breath of your swallow;
Where we taste the first light of forever...


Every shadow-kissed dream, saturates, beneath cascades of moon-spill,
Exposing velvet tremors, as you unbutton the colours of your love,
Melting me in desires blush, falling with silkened sighs into your hands;
Tasting the first light of forever...


I find heaven sipping liquid sin from fountains of your moonshine blaze,
Smouldering deep, within heartbeats, pulsing the metamorphosis of our twin flame,
And I forget how to breathe........if only for a moment....just a moment;
Where we become the first light of forever...


I know, now...I had already held you in unborn memories
where yesterday becomes tomorrow, illuminating the heavens as we twine
Ever always, One breath, One heart, One Soul, falling
Heart-First into the light of Forever....................................
You have embraced my twilight...binding me slow....weaving me into your darkness, with the silken slide of fingers, you have turned me into the deepest shade of you...and I lay cradled in your midnight, aware of the way your heart moves with mine, and the way my ink flows in these winged dreams......where I write you eternal...I write you MINE ..... J
The wake of nevermore
To be forever and more
Flowering

Through the doors of metamorphosis

With whorish twists
To twine the submissive slits
Into bracelets bracing for a face lit
In joyous glee

Cheek to cheek!

The sheen of sheep
Greased and ready to eat

Oh Gristlesworth
Smiling from a bag

Bahhh!
Don't eat the tag
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