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Hildegarda Ares Feb 2010
You are so, so beautiful that you deserve to hear it over and over again...for everness.~hao
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Sólo una cosa no hay. Es el olvido.
Dios, que salva el metal, salva la escoria
y cifra en Su profética memoria
las lunas que serán y las que han sido.

Ya todo está. Los miles de reflejos
que entre los dos crepúsculos del día
tu rostro fue dejando en los espejos
y los que irá dejando todavía.

Y todo es una parte del diverso
cristal de esa memoria, el universo;
no tienen fin sus arduos corredores

y las puertas se cierran a tu paso;
sólo del otro lado del ocaso
verás los Arquetipos y Esplendores.
Let me guess my way into the everness of a today or fade
come kiss me in the shade
come raid my heart,
take me to pieces and rebuild me part by part, because apart from you I number only one of two,an incomplete,
come kiss me quick and delete my memory
make of me an anonymity
or kiss me oh so passionately that I would be unbound
and set free.
B Wasserman Jan 2016
Treasure among words,
blizzard wanting to
be heard, Queen of
the consonants, purveyor
of sound, painter of the
first flower. First to be loved,
First to be Forgotten.
In the kernel  of everywhere
and everness, she confides
like iron, quivering like frozen
thunder, waiting to empty
everything noiseless.
G J O'Brien Jun 2019
All human endeavor is just killing time on this blue green rock, we're all just killing time in the vast cosmos of eternal light, eternal night, the everness of time, the father of the mother, in a realm of terrestrial beings. To know or not to know is the day in age question of life lesson. That we float on through time revolving around the heated circumference of this orbital motion, can we recall the last life? Can we see the next? Is there a sky or what's below? We can only suspend our suspicions in ways of our own comprehension, witch leads me to believe we only understand from our own level of perception. And that what we sometimes think is deceiving our standards to improper but proper fractions. For everything is, and everyone is, witch makes you, me and us, we. For I am he, as you are we, and we are all together, see how we run though time as you run with me and we can be forever free, but question all and you will be only what you question to be. For everything is, so just be.
Tafuta Atarashī Jan 2020
It's undeniable.
The ******* ecstasy
When the sunlight hits;
Electromagnetic waves absorbed
By your earthtone, melanated skin.
It kisses you,
wraps you in its heat
And turns your brown eyes
into pools of amber honey.
It crowns you in magnificence and glory.
Is there plausible deniability then
To ignore the evident?
The irrefutable testament
That you were born elegance.
Royal magnificence embodied
Within your entire being.
More precious than the stones
Set into the crowns of Kings.
You are the precious stones
Set deep, raw and refined
Within the earth,
and the stars set into the everness
Of the universe.
Your pain only made you more beautiful,
A descendant of forgotten riches,
Remember...
Even the sun graces you
To spite the hatred spewed
At your dignity.
The proginy of Africa,
You were born
To conquer adversity.

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