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"mooon" poems
My head spins, twirling in colors of essential essanance the barrries fall onto floors non existant ground and simple pleasures of conversational munch are triply seductive the nature that has been robbed will be returned the love that has been lost will be found the trees that are cut will grow and the souls that are condemened will be freed but it must freeze what lies at the core of fools tell me , if you could be so kind? kindred spirits of the philosophical type who have seen the darkness and fight the flowers fall , the tree of universes shakes and breathes a sigh all the wind orginated from this spot eminating out of the simple simple stop , cat calls - forest walls honest bums sit no place like home they say i say no place called home no place other than home as it walks with me side by side unto the power places chakras glow and merger connotations ****** but the defenition is flexiable determine the point , touch the joints heat the fall and ***** it all you only have this time around its all we've ever had. who is it that defines the love in our lives but parent hood figures made out of wood frozn in time and we watch at the spirals unwind and the lemons are zingy and the mint is fresh and i sleep on a bears bed baby bear , mother too - wolves out alone standiing o howl at the mooon and awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo we've come so far on the riptide of loves handslide handshake discovering for oursleves what we deem humanities race and what we deem fools and tounges and what we deem to be the runner out run who comes first in a race who comes fist before the fired gun who sits and the hollow has come.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
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My head spins, twirling in colors of essential essanance the barrries fall onto floors non existant ground and simple pleasures of conversational munch are triply seductive the nature that has been robbed will be returned the love that has been lost will be found the trees that are cut will grow and the souls that are condemened will be freed but it must freeze what lies at the core of fools tell me , if you could be so kind? kindred spirits of the philosophical type who have seen the darkness and fight the flowers fall , the tree of universes shakes and breathes a sigh all the wind orginated from this spot eminating out of the simple simple stop , cat calls - forest walls honest bums sit no place like home they say i say no place called home no place other than home as it walks with me side by side unto the power places chakras glow and merger connotations ****** but the defenition is flexiable determine the point , touch the joints heat the fall and ***** it all you only have this time around its all we've ever had. who is it that defines the love in our lives but parent hood figures made out of wood frozn in time and we watch at the spirals unwind and the lemons are zingy and the mint is fresh and i sleep on a bears bed baby bear , mother too - wolves out alone standiing o howl at the mooon and awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo we've come so far on the riptide of loves handslide handshake discovering for oursleves what we deem humanities race and what we deem fools and tounges and what we deem to be the runner out run who comes first in a race who comes fist before the fired gun who sits and the hollow has come.
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Music swelling I can't help but dwelling On your eyes so bright Taking me to many heights Pulling you in Wondering where I've been You make me smile This will last me for awhile Say goodnight And hold me tight I'll see you soon Hopefully dancing under the mooon
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Dancing
all the streets in girl things comely arms a bit are haired in (tan and tan) the golden crush of whose mute fingers make blithe the spring and against find the night homely piercingly the mooon against into slivers thousand make their drooping slender of cotton haste as cherry petals, a branch from shake in the wind to uncurlsome neatly wan ankles and fists o' skin girlsome crease and crease alike(andunlike) gossamer faintly of pinkest aching to part To enter loving To exit heart
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Untitled
cold moon I am sad; was it you, distant moon, who made me so tonight?
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Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
was it you, mooon?
What is it like The moonlight on her skin Surely it must dance Some spectral movement A longing that only The forest would know Deep secrets whispered Beneath its bows Ancient recollections of Sweet footfalls amid the duff and Arcane choired reverances Echoing a covens embrace around Samhain fires Charming the spirits arise and Make light the growing darkness But time is cruel and She alone now stands Testament to the cycle ******** in the dew Singing the old songs In the old ways Enticing that old wood wake and Take heed the coming dawn
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Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Mooon Witch
Late night poem in bed For the late-night dreamers and criers. I know This will probably get lost, Lost in translation or tangled up in your thoughts, But I hope when you find it, It also finds you back. This is my virtual hug but also a reminder To allow yourself to dream, Allow your mind to wander. That’s what keeps your spark lit; And be your guide forever, Through the ups and the downs, Wherever life takes you Don’t you ever forget, that Gods always with you. Truly, With every word written, Big or small, I hope it fuels your imagination And ignites your soul. I know it feel heavy Carrying the weight of the world It can get so lonely But know you’re not alone So dare to dream, gentle soul Hold on to them real tight Let the midnight mooon reaffirm your existence, And lift you toward the light, Even for a moment, Or only just for the night, Until you finally break free, and everything feels Alright. ✨
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
Dreamers
*The moon talks to me, he listens to my long sobs of hopless relationships I discovered this only a few nights ago while listening to the sky's gentle lips sky, she played with me craydelled me throughout the day yet when moon arrived he made it feel as light as may i could not tell anyone about my parents, they were too special to me well that was before they sent me to flee i always knew they would look out for me protect me love me but they let me down when i needed help most they let me be pinned up against the post they hit me repeatedly but i knew there were worst i trusted them with my most inner thoughts but now i have a curse the curse which emerges when one asks for trust mooon and sky were supost to help me, i trusted them the most they left me stranded on the sandy coast*
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Untitled
deepening like the darkness of the mooon your handsome beauty fascinates & enthralls me pure alabaster skin cloaks your heavenly body eyes as rich as beautiful crimson jewels hair as lustrious & entrancing as the ebony shade of charcoal your soul dances in the corridors of time your heart stone cold but inside, hurting and softened by the grace of humanity
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
my true love