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"efflux" poems
Flowing voice- such a sweet aria! only such arabesque allegretto beauty could ameliorate shakespeare, mozart with only mere words. Andante ambiance azure bliss blossoms when gaze meets gaze. lovely cadence your dusty rose lips whisper dulcet promises of eternity Oh eternity!- how short it does sound! But yet eternity must efflux at some time we will hold eachother in the next eternity and the one after
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
In the Gloaming
On a ridge by the ocean, the dragon respires. Hide rugged as the coastline, against him the eons crash like waves. Legend enchants the seabreeze, an inbreath to a shimmering trance. Before the incandescent glow sparks like innocence into a fire. The crystal-eyed call this Hollywood. I discovered you there, costumed in flames, as the discharged smoke became your disguise. Together, we performed as if we were in the dark. Scorching exhales fogged your glasses and stifled my voice. They say, “When you are mad, you see nothing”.   All saints watched us in the dark this time. Camera lenses covered your eyes and captured the revellers. Tides ****** my mind and erased the crime. Until they told me that I was on fire. Misted glasses repelled your kaleidoscopic sublime. So, from the stake, I rasped for nothing more than an ashen grey. Orbs burning, in smoke's efflux, blindness grew. My gilded urn haunted you, gold’s sharp sting. Fairy-dust spells your name, always sparkling. Fractured glass and lapsed cinders don’t brand you. Only your frame in my pillows would do. Like rogues caught in opulence, we're running. They say, “When you are mad you see nothing.” But madness is what you chose to see through. And you saw blue in eyes I thought were grey With iridescence glowing from your face. You tasted darker than the fruits I stole. And I’m the secret that you won’t betray, Fused to your body by slumber’s light lace. See through me, as my words sound in your bones.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
the little glass slipping
On a ridge by the ocean, the dragon respires. Hide rugged as the coastline, against him the eons crash like waves. Legend enchants the seabreeze, an inbreath to a shimmering trance. Before the incandescent glow sparks like innocence into a fire. The crystal-eyed call this Hollywood. I discovered you there, costumed in flames, as the discharged smoke became your disguise. Together, we performed as if we were in the dark. Scorching exhales fogged your glasses and stifled my voice. They say, “When you are mad, you see nothing”.   All saints watched us in the dark this time. Camera lenses covered your eyes and captured the revellers. Tides ****** my mind and erased the crime. Until they told me that I was on fire. Misted glasses repelled your kaleidoscopic sublime. So, from the stake, I rasped for nothing more than an ashen grey. Orbs burning, in smoke's efflux, blindness grew. My gilded urn haunted you, gold’s sharp sting. Fairy-dust spells your name, always sparkling. Fractured glass and lapsed cinders don’t brand you. Only your frame in my pillows would do. Like rogues caught in opulence, we're running. They say, “When you are mad you see nothing.” But madness is what you chose to see through. And you saw blue in eyes I thought were grey With iridescence glowing from your face. You tasted darker than the fruits I stole. And I’m the secret that you won’t betray, Fused to your body by slumber’s light lace. See through me, as my words sound in your bones.
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Discussion ends, and we talk on: to clarify lecture, thereon concerning life - the rules by which we play as clumsy wise with books and blades, chemists cutting to remake the human form, and change, reshape their lives with information, application of our minds, the drugs concocted via our thoughts. This the power - and its light we cannot help but hope to wield, for who declines the hands that look for aid, to bring the flush to lives that fade? Discussion ends, and we talk on: I with slow mind, I ask thereon for I am slow, but eager so he answers, words like hands that move competent in their purpose, and kind to funnel knowledge to an empty mind. Discussion ends, and we talk on Still spoke of drugs and blood, thereon: Influx flow in, efflux flow out, the drug, first raw, march'd through a route of enzymes who transform its love for water -- made it dissolve like salt in ***** strained away with all your waste. Their hands are good, those of your doctor, liver, blood. The mathematics predict efflux flow out -- flow in influx dictate that concentration drug in blood will rise - molarity increased - at rate unchanged if not that substrate concentration guides the liver's rate: a second order interaction, see, reaction rate increases until the speed flow in/the rate flow out is one, the same, and thus the blood's molarity will change no more -- this he taught me, as we spoke, and if my mind wandered too far, as it sometimes does, his hands reached out - the type articulate in words or digits, which, touching, reawakened mine to further sculpt my hands refined.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
A Treatise on Equilibriums
Discussion ends, and we talk on: to clarify lecture, thereon concerning life - the rules by which we play as clumsy wise with books and blades, chemists cutting to remake the human form, and change, reshape their lives with information, application of our minds, the drugs concocted via our thoughts. This the power - and its light we cannot help but hope to wield, for who declines the hands that look for aid, to bring the flush to lives that fade? Discussion ends, and we talk on: I with slow mind, I ask thereon for I am slow, but eager so he answers, words like hands that move competent in their purpose, and kind to funnel knowledge to an empty mind. Discussion ends, and we talk on Still spoke of drugs and blood, thereon: Influx flow in, efflux flow out, the drug, first raw, march'd through a route of enzymes who transform its love for water -- made it dissolve like salt in ***** strained away with all your waste. Their hands are good, those of your doctor, liver, blood. The mathematics predict efflux flow out -- flow in influx dictate that concentration drug in blood will rise - molarity increased - at rate unchanged if not that substrate concentration guides the liver's rate: a second order interaction, see, reaction rate increases until the speed flow in/the rate flow out is one, the same, and thus the blood's molarity will change no more -- this he taught me, as we spoke, and if my mind wandered too far, as it sometimes does, his hands reached out - the type articulate in words or digits, which, touching, reawakened mine to further sculpt my hands refined.
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I lost in a most tragic post I can't recall the body when need to give it all who said freedom is fiery where all I had is misery They called it a maze where I exist with the blacklist I am in a haze The time will never end as I did in pace
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Penghabisan (Efflux)
Rain pouring in the desert makes me so lustful for Life. And it has been cascading down for hours Thunder roaring Lightening crackling My spine a-shiver I want to be under the covers, next to you skin on skin hear you breathing in and out rising toward me with each kiss I want my head upon your chest to feel the pound of your heart as it reverberates into mine I want the overflow of your love wrapped around me like a vine an efflux of emotion that sends ripples right through me all of my pores filled up and tingling with the outpour like a river unstoppable I am ready for it for that force of nature as I rise up to meet you, my ebb, your flow under the moon and its rapturous Glow
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Rain