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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Feverish like wicker man

Tough to reach like Mariana

Gorgeous, unsupportive

I would gladly follow you to slaughter
Unaware of your effect,
I welcomed it.
The kiss that seemed to solve
Anything.
Now that I know,
I'm addicted.
Your taste,
Your touch,
Your voice,
Everything.
And more of these
Are yet to be discovered.
The room is getting smaller, slowly but surely.
As the space decreases, my anxiety increases.
Every second, it shrinks a little more.
Smaller and smaller, shrinking
away until it crushes
me; turning
me into
dust
.
Once upon a time, long long ago
And angel and a demon met
Both assigned to work on earth
To follow respective fates.
Once the jobs were done,
Both missions fin, complete
They set back to rest their feet
And bask in the setting sun.
At least the angel did.
The demon, here you see,
Was a serpent, or so they say
And of feet he had none.
A flaming sword was missing
But ah, what else was new?
They waited, talking until dawn
And then off the angel flew
They now had new missions,
Which sometimes conflicted
But tell me honestly,
What else would you have predicted?
So through the millenia they worked
The demon and the angel.
The angel shone, the demon lurked
But not as well as before
And through the years that passed them by
They began to form a bond, unheard of in all lore.
Though one a sinner, one a saint
Both found they truly had
A friend in enemy lines, and wondered;
Was it really truly so bad?
Though forces of good and evil,
They had some common ground
Of the Father and the Devil
No easy master was to be found.
This demon and this angel,
Though as different as could be
Were assigned the same mission
And it became clear to see
No longer could they fight
No longer could they be friends
They must form a new alliance
One to last beyond the end.
And it was plain to see
This was a good omen
started march 31 2013. Bonus points to those who know the book. Also, it's kind of stilty, so forgive me for that
warm October day
highway drone is backup to
insect symphony
In the stillness of night,
The cold bitter words,
Floating in my head,
These are the words,
Neither spoken nor heard.

These are the words,
That pray upon my mind,
That live within my heart,
These words,
The ones that must not be spoken.

Upon my death bed,
I have but one final wish,
My true thoughts,
These words,
To finally be revealed.

Whether accepted or rejected,
They must be told,
One day not so soon,
But a day none-the-less,
Lest my life end,
With a cold, sad, and bitter death.
When the skys become a golden ray
the leaves all turn...a rainbow display
I welcome this change with open arms
The witch's winds...falls most powerful of charms
complimented by a campfire's warm light
The harvest moon to light up the night

I feel connected
I feel reborn
I love the magic
this season performs

I feel as if I could conquer the earth
It's mystic powers assist in my spiritual rebirth
Nature's most radiant  time
Enchanting my soul
Empowering the rythme
Blessed are the dead
For theirs is peace
They know not the most
They fear in the least
They call on our minds
Their faith makes no sound
And they know not of time
From their place in the ground
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