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 Feb 2015 tee2emm
SøułSurvivør
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porch

i watch the rain
crystal drops
off the eaves

drops fall
a beaded curtain
silabently hissing
as tho a spirit
from the
softly soughing trees
passes through

like the chest
of an asthmatic child


~~~

i will perhaps
paint today
the light is diffused
i guess i'll paint the rain

in blue watercolor

~~~

cars go by on my street
lighting up puddles
it's a bit dark yet
the taillights spark
in the bland pavement
sparkling jewels
on the showcase
of asphalt

the garden swoons
with moisture


~~~

my nerves singing
humming high voltage wires

as I sit i feel them
release

ping! ping! ping!

broken
electric guitar strings

~~~

like a devotee
i sink
into
the river
of
baptism

my mind
once smudged
with transgression
against the night
becomes
as snow
as light soaks
my robes
of repentance

~~~

in deliverance the sky doth weep
i pray The Lord my soul to keep



soulsurvivor
(C) 5/2/2014
rewritten 2/15/2015
Blue rainy day

~~~
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
Sjr1000
And I
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
Sjr1000
And I
will be by your side
And I
will call your name
And I
will sing your songs,
speak your praise,
And I
will dance with you
And I
will speak with you,
Hold you tight,
take your time,
make you right.

And I
would have come much sooner,
If I had known you
were so lost.
And I
I'm on your side
I'll hold that light
against the darkest night

And I
will sing your name,
we will take our time
until
morning comes again.
Inspired by Mumford and Sons: The Cave
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
SøułSurvivør
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this page of leaves
blowing smoke of the
burning woman inside her
convenient misery
-
this, her offspring
failure to launch
-
the babes of her
black bossom bugeoning
with brokenness
delinquent
-
now does her pride purloined
of a place In the world
deliver under death
the kindred kindled
blood
-
the substance of her support
now darker . drained
the black lillies
of her bed soon
broken of
spirit
smouldering
-
she wishes the furnace
to burn away
all but
love
-
the world of her nature
still nourishing the
swarthy children of her
caligraphic countinance
forever distracted
and distraught
-
producing naught
but despair
and
d
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a
p
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i
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g

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soulsurvivor
(C) 2/11/2014
I think of whatever I create
as a sort of a child

I have no child to carry on
after me so I hope my work
will be held in perpetuaty
-
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
Ruzica Matic
***
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
Ruzica Matic
***
You were my professor
and I was your flighty student
and you could never teach me to
think before I loved

You were always so serious
with your frowns
and your sad grey eyes
and I was a swirl
of dancing skirts
and little white lies

You talked with me
and you walked with me
for many winter-kissed miles
and when I felt you turn away
I tickled your hidden smiles

And I want you to know
you were my first place prize
 Feb 2015 tee2emm
SøułSurvivør
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soulsurvivor
I'm going off site now.
Gotta check my
eyelids for cracks
:-)
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