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"emulsify" poems
(...) It is perhaps this association between birth and beginning each school year which led me to respect knowledge. The entire month of August tends to fly by, unnoticed, in anticipation of the day I see children forced back into ill-ventilated buildings to emulsify themselves in education, for knowledge. Knowledge, that Moloch of an idea! Hobbies, interests and Summertime activities were heaped on flaming tongues with words in order to illustrate their ultimate insignificance. We hoped to bring out the blessing of wisdom from its mouth. “What matters is the coming Winter, not the frivolous activities of undisciplined youths.” It is as if the leaves of every tree were humanity's hair, and August had pulled back every strand to blow the woodsy breath of Autumn smoke into life’s ear. "You won't be this way forever." I am yet seduced by Fall’s cryptic murmurings and led to believe in endless, Halcyon flight. With arms draped around us from behind, knowledge draws me into oblivion, with unlabeled memories and I throw my desires into Moloch’s mouth. Now that I am burning, my self is the voice of this demigod. My birth certificate is my body, holding a memory to be inscribed on some later form beside some other numbers. Life has only so many Decembers. (...)
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Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
September, 4, 1987 -
The desert Is dry, My thirst Unsatisfied, May the dew From the thighs, Of the motherland Amplify. When my lips Reach to sip & my tongue Is fortified, I cannot stop Until nature **** And our beings Emulsify. To the just Lord She crys, With Sweet agony In her eyes, My mouth I open wide, To reclaim What is rightfully My prize. Our hands Clasped & Unified, We give Praise Towards The sky, Once her Convulsions Turn Petrified, And I listen To her bosoms Beat A Morris code Lullaby, My heart Is now on High, So this old soul No longer needs to be Spry, For the flesh Has had iT’s fill And I now Am ready to die…
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
5 o'clock cacti
I have no MO.... No particular methodology I just dream things up Add a sprinkle of psychology Season with similis Macerate with metaphors Emulsify with emotion Then get baked... Real high Let the words cool while my soul starts to drool then I present it to the night.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
Modus Operandi
I quarantined myself in a still pool tranquil and floating, waiting for the ice to finally freeze my turbid heart into a more peaceful ***** On the shore you saw me or I saw you and perhaps I was a lighthouse or perhaps you were a lifeboat, gliding from the banks you poured yourself in like hot oil. As you slipped over my arms, legs, torso, face, you breathed into my ear a steady stream of prophecy and promise -It's not right for a woman like you to be alone. You are built to give. And so I felt your mouth seal over mine and allowed you to inhale the starry swirls of life I had been conserving for winter. As you pulled me far deeper with you we could not emulsify but we became inseparable.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Oil and Water
I don't know about your convolutions Neither you do about mine But we came this far, we did We conquered, we lost, we forgot While reading Frankenstein I built you in the snow, I drew you in the sand We saw construction and destruction Walk together, hand in hand You think the wind moves on when it blows? But when love blows and dies, where does it go? Does it emulsify in my heart again? I wouldn't ever know Why not be grateful for this evolution? For it brings just another poetic revolution And you know you don't have to Compliment Compliment my ****** poetry anymore Or my face that has vaccine scars Or my hair with split ends For we are split too now, like two dead stars Things that make me sad: permeable curtains The rusted hooks on my fairly old Brassiere, hair fall Not using conditioner, slowly losing it all
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
Separation on a Saturday
Let the teeth rot from my skull, And drop like culls From a rack that's too old, The house is cold So failing, full Of mold, Let me go Please, It's just one request, Only one Chance to Emulsify my best Efforts And fill your glass With inadequate Drops Of a hard rain That's difficult To swallow, Follow me outside, Let's walk among The silhouetted Sunset trees, The storms Of gnats And mosquitoes That hover Over gravel Paths, And remark, As if we don't know, "Unmarked graves Where flowers grow." And watch As ghosts of Shuffled feet Fill the air With clouds of dust, Still glistening With the heat of the day, Please, Just please stay, Stay with me, marionette, Till the wolves come and play, They'll hide as we seek And whisper While we speak Of whiskey dreams And the reasons We have to keep Digging in sand, Scooping handfulls Of teeth, Filling the gaps In between With phosphene Screams.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
--Stolen Gathering--
Drop a penny in the wishing well. Watch the ripples emanate. If wishes were kisses I have but a few. Those that I have. Will share only with you! The ripples will magnify. In our minds eye. Pour oil on water. Somewhat troubled. Watch colours on the shining surface emulsify. Play silly boy and girlish games. Episodic I-Spy. Count the pennies in our *** To see how much we haven't got. Money doesn't matter much. Missing feeling is true cost. Ride the rainbow. Until she vacates. Vanishes back from spectrum in grace. At her base is a crock full of gold. Hidden from lovers. Two lovers hunting, afore they get old. She vanishes rapidly. Back into the mist. By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
Pennies!
light disappears the eyes close and the view draws black the breeze comforts and chills like the mind cant change the moment the spring can seem to believe. we all tend to daydream, but mine, mine--- drifts all the ambient, the hums of lights white roars of tires on the roads, the chills from the breeze, and the animated notes of animals all seem unknown. no dreaming in the stasis, just existence. as light tries to peer in this darkroom. this is my photo lab no need to expose. i will let the images develop on their own. and the pictures it all creates... seem to in the water emulsify, then attempt to testify to drift.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Drift