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M Vogel Aug 2023

You make yourself easy to be seen..
    by someone like me.
The only  thing I would think you would  find
  as surprising

Is why it has taken this  long
for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit
such as you
to finally be seen
for exactly who it is that you are

Free from assessment or judgement,
I would venture so far to say  
that the greater  central part
of who it is that you are,  
is (sadly so)  tremendously lonely.

Again, not a judgement  at all,
but an assessment of life in general.
A lover like me would be perfect,
but I am  (as you could guess)
spiritually volatile in how deeply I push--

..Even within the normal  give and take
of everyday things. Sometimes  even
one well placed  word  can bring one
off-center and into  (and towards)
an even deeper part  of their own journey.

Most gorgeously-luscious
Thoroughbreds such as yourself
usually  pick less 'challenging' partners
in order to have a somewhat more
'stable' home life..

..But sadly with that also,  develops
a relationship where the deeper,
   more exctasy-based and driven
      parts  of  you

   are left with no choice
   but to become, dormant..

in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious'
within you from slipping into despair

--Until one day,
what you have been avoiding
   (longing for)  most,
shows his *******.. unorthodoxically-untethered,
brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)

   and suddenly you become seen.

There is absolutely no way
with some one like me  that you..
(within all of your Wondreous,
   Deep-feeling Glory)
would not eventually be seen.

I urge you to take  every single
part of it all,  in..
(the very thing you were "built" to do)..
Even if in doing so, you were almost
continually brought right up  to
(and so very often, "over")  the edge

Gifted fingers, helping the body  find
its own form of release,
when the pressings of Spirit,  mixed
with the deeply-Penetrating View  that
Love carries within every single  part
  of itself..
..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..
   but instead..
(by the very Deeply-Understanding
nature of Love itself)..  
  both they..  and the  whole
  beautiful process of Release..

      is deemed, Holy.

The physical human body  becomes
pushed way too far  within its limited
ability to contain,  the Wholly
uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings
  of Love's true Agenda.

Perfection knows that and says
      (so do I)..

     "How could she not?"

Be gracious to yourself, girl.
You have wanted to live
within the Beautiful Realms,  
worthy of your calling.


   Welcome Home ❤

https://youtu.be/f8mMWh62XpU
xoxo
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Mauri Pollard Apr 2013
I cannot do this.
I fear.
I fear repetition.
Repetition that I crave, yet also repulses me at the same time.
An internal battle between neurons and ventricles and atriums.
My chest burst open today when I recognized the face
under that mocked brim and,
for two moments,
the Doppler effect was just something scientists invented to make themselves feel better.
But it all came crashing down without
the connection of soul windows.
Blue? Brown?
Who remembers.
Remember is such a simply complicated word.

I fear the anger
and the holes in the wall
and the murderous screams.
and ripping church out of ears and heart and mind.
cause that hurts.

I fear November.
My best and worst two days in heaven.
And how badly I would...do...want that to happen again.

Next I fear the eyeless,
lipstick,
lover of hands.
The shallow one with a faux deep soul.
The hypocrite.
Her acid words that burn through screens.
They rip away the moment they penetrate my skin and touch my heart.
I fear her disapproval.
because she will disapprove,
this I know.
Silver tongue like the snake.
Venom pointed at me, her sister.
Betrayed.
So she will disapprove and that means much.

Then I fear giving half of my heart,
that is his,
away.
Well, it wouldn't be half, because is it still dipped deep in love.
So a sixteenth of my heart-his heart- and that is still much.
For us.

It is just a crush. and that is it.
But isn't that how everything starts?
Tender pressings on your heart until they become the pulses and beats and poundings and crushing sensations.
Once.
Once.
Only once that has happened to me.
Still is.
And even if it is unrequited,
I fear losing that.
I fear fearing.
I fear rejection.
I fear losing the one thing that I care about.
and I fear not finding something.
Or finding it to only lose it in a few months time.

So I will refrain.
i carefully cut branches from a cherry tree
its blooms in all stages
first vibrant red
buds aching to erupt
and then pinked
full, open with petals that flutter in a warm breeze
until the white comes
with age in wisdom and prepared to relinquish all
these three sprigs I weave  together
graft and plant
until none could tell one from the other


when it grew
with posture that could catch
the exhales of all the men taller than me
i clipped another branch
bigger than my thumb
and began to whittle
an instrument
strong enough to grace
with charming melody
the sweet aroma
the shade
the blossom pressings that now adorn my wall
and with each stroke
and shaving peeled
i realized that i was reaching your core
and that soon you would splinter
break even
so i got to the heart of you
and stayed there
shaving a finer point
until i could poke myself
and draw blood
NOT a weapon

Someone please tell me,  that

..The true Art of Love  is more
than the self-centered,  'incestuous'
  form of  love,  shown
within what the Modern world
refers to as "Romantic love"..
aw ****.. please tell me it is more

    Romantic love says this--
"You are 'of value' to me because I love you"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are in my life"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are  mine"


And after the 'bliss-filled'  romantic love
     ***** the bed..
the only value that remains is through the residual,
soon to be diluted and washed out by displacement--

..Either that of a new self-centered based  'filling'
or that of the re-placement of "value-image"  
with that, brought about through the all-too-ready
  and internally-available Gaslighting process

So please, please explain it to me just how  wonderfully
"romantic' love can truly ever aid in the healing process..
     someone.. please.


     .      .      .      .      .      .      .    

Alone  she sits in her room,  waiting.
The atoms  of the air,  
carry  both sides  of the story--

  The coldness  and the warmth
  the closeness, and the distance

  ..the empty-black
  followed by the Sky-filled Blue

  Someone please tell me,  just who
  helped this little-one  to see
     that the way  out..
     is the way,  through?

Protected to the point  of nearly dying
    Insulation is isolation to the bone
     (she is crying, crying,  crying)

On a Prayer mat,  facing East;
a grounded soul  is flying

    (but flying  so very all alone)

There is a Chaste,  and a Purity
  Borne separated
from the Un-doings  of man..
    Void of all walls,  
   there is a susceptibility

Yet also  a wide-Opening
    to the pressings  of the Ache

There has been a waiting
to the point of near Death
A look in Patient eyes
    (One that separates me  
       from my breath)


Not all are so protected
from the Fallen  love of man

..Not all  have almost died
so all alone  in their room;
 

  protected

From that empty kind  of love
leading to an empty, empty  Death


it is not just for one
it is for all..

https://youtu.be/ZlrStQ8iAKE?si=Gd-4b5r_l8heG4gs

you are all  Cinderellas❤
every single one of you

xoxo
Kahara Jones Dec 2013
The love we made was enervating,
you rancorous pooch!
I cannot suppress my deleterious desires!
Oh! How I hold your face in my disdainful mind!
When I was waiting to be vindicated from your legal pressings,
upon the cold, stone floor of my cell, I wrote an anecdote
of the pain you caused in my chest
(with that knife).
Mundane human, you posses spurious desires!
You have given me false hope,
which has led to many adversities!
I may have been impetuous to leap upon you with that knife,
but you were the one who walked away unharmed.
Let us proceed with our impetuous plans...
x x suicide pact
will write later
Jonathan Moya Mar 2021
I did want to do it with dead flowers
the pressings of leaving here—
flowers made of truths held openly in front
from a  fallow field  left to nettles,
the broken pebbles hammered by a vengeful sun.
I plucked it up, plucked the good root
of all our great hopes and best dreams  
and watched my life parch, shrivel and die in my hands
and heard her cry out
as if this left her incomplete,
clutching nightmares in her small arms.
Big Virge Apr 2021
Now When It Comes To Blacks...
Who CLAIM To LOVE Black Clans...
When It Comes To Their Getting Cash...

I Suggest That You Follow THAT...
Before You Swallow Their Chat... !!!

As Well As How They Roll...
When It Comes To Their Dealings...
With.... WHITE Folks.... !!!

Because You See Some Cloak...
Like Vessels In Those Shows... !!!

That We ALL Follow... !!!

Now That Quote’s...

One That’s... DOPE... !!!

Just Like Poetic Flows...
That You Folks Should Follow CLOSE... !!!
But THIS Poem... Is NOT About Those... !!!

It’s Poetry That Speaks...
About Following Things CLOSELY...

Because.....
ARE Things As They Seem... ?

Just Like This NEED For Vaccines...
For This Thing... Covid-19... ?!?

And That’s NOT Some CONSPIRACY...
That’s Based On Some... " THEORY "...

It’s A QUESTION DON’T You See... ?!?

Or Are You Simply...
NOT Following Me... ?!?

What I’m STRESSING Is That...
Poetry From... BIG V...

Or The Connoisseur...
of MOSTLY Spoken Words... !!!
Writes Things That MAYBE...
You Should Follow Close... ?!?

Like How Legalities...
In The FDA And CDC...
Are Being Linked CLOSELY...

When It Comes To Money...
And Making Vaccines...
MANDATORY For Everybody...
In... New York City...
As Well As Yes Cali'... ?!?

Could This Next Be Seen...
Across The World GLOBALLY... ?

Now I’m Just Saying What IF... ?
NOT Alleging Anything... !!!
Or Accusing Anyone...
of Controlling Humans...

But What I Am SAYING...
Is That Following This...
Might PROTECT Your Kids... ?!?

People...

THINK About Things... !!!

BEFORE You’re FORCED Into Moves...
That May NOT Help You...
And Those Around You...
Who You Nurture From Youth...

WHAT You NOW Follow Closely... !!!
May Well Affect Our Human Breed...
In Ways NOT Good To See...
In Global Future Scenes... ?!?

AGAIN That’s Just A QUESTION...
Follow Where It Is That I’m Heading....
Because THIS Poems Bearing...
Hits Johns HARDER Then LEGENDS... !!!

Like LTJ... I Got...
LOGICAL Progressions... !!!

HOTTER Than Test Pressings...
of Verses In Sessions...
That I Really Cannot Mention...

Because of Their Vocal AGGRESSION... !!!
But These Words Have A Trend That’s Setting...

OBSERVE... But Pay CLOSE ATTENTION... !!!

To Current Movements And New Ventures...
Deals AND NEW... BIG Cash Adventures...
Like Those Made On... Legal Benches... !!!

And Bars Where Future Cards...
May Serve Humans Up Like... BONDS...

NO James Just World Nations Charged...
To Have Humans NOT Follow What Harks...

From Boardrooms Where Law Talk...
May Well Just... TEAR APART...
How We Humans SHOULD Follow Paths... !!!

Where... Greed And Control...
Are NOT Things That Take Hold...
of What Humans Believe To Be HEART... !!!

And I’m Really NOT Trying To Be Smart...
I’m Just Speaking And Using THAT Part...
of My Mind To Impart...

That... Y’all KNOW That... !!!
Our Futures Are On A Dark Path...
Cos' You Really Don’t Have To Look Far... !!!

New Tech’s Growing FAST...
When Robots Walk And DANCE... !?!
And What’s Being Asked...
May Well Become DEMANDS...

Because of The Path...
That This Covid Has Marked... !!!

But... ONLY If We...
... INDULGE COMPLACENCY...
When It Comes To Moves Made...
By These... BIG Companies... !!!

And Leaders Now Paid...
To Indulge Secrecy...

That Leads To Policies...
That Breed Forms of Disease...
Like This One That We Currently See... !!!

So......
  
Are You Folks Following Me... ?

These Are SERIOUS THINGS...
About Which I’m Speaking... !!!
That Will Affect Our Kids...
And What Futures May Bring...

So..... AVOID NASTY Stings...
That Some Infections Bring... !!!

Now Those Words Are A JOKE... !!!

If You Now Get The Zones...
To Where My Thinking Goes...

Where.....

Just Like What’s NOT Shown...
That People SHOULD Know... !!!

You Must Turn Down Dark Roads...
And Embrace The Unknown...

So That You DON’T Get Blown...
Off Your Course Like DUD Drones...
Because What You CHOSE...
Was To Act Like Some Clone... !?!

USE Your Time Locked At Home...
To Now USE Your Smart Phone...

To Sometimes Get To Know...
What Some Heads Are Saying...
Who’ve Had Certain Roles...
That They Chose To FORGO... !!!

Because...
Some Things That They're Revealing...

Are Things That... In...
These Days And Times...
Are Really NOT Wise...
To Be... Tossing Aside... !!!

If They Give BLATANT Signs...
of Our Lives Future Vibes... !!!

Of Course...

ONLY Those Who KNOW...
Will KNOW What Future Rolls....
of The Dice Are Set To SHOW... !!!

But We Need To Stay Advised...
of Laws Now Being Signed...
And Passed As Being RIGHT...

BEFORE They Pass Us By... !!!

So Should INFORM Our Minds...
of Plans Being Designed...
That May Well Decide...
Define And CONFINE...
Most Peoples’ Future Lives... !!!

Because These AREN’T Times...
For... Laughter And Smiles... !!!

Because Some Are CLEARLY NO Joke... !!!

So Folks...

... “ Follow Them Close “... !!!.
As the poem says folks, because as much as there's a lot of crazy conspiracies, there's a lot of very interesting, and more reasonable sources of information out there, that are passing on things about what's being talked about, and being planned for our futures...

It Can't ALL Be Lies ...
I want sanctuary pressings into unmarked skin,
     deeming it new and full with impressionable thumbprints.
Gripping at the features that lie down with the both of us,
   a grabbing that can't be closer than to reach for your insides,
Fingertip grazes without a nail to add to the bite.
Rubbing dry of the sturdy galavant,
open mouth breaths press hushed words into backbones,
     and send a sheet grabbing pulsation through the body
Leaning in to come closer,
          Rising to the occasion,
Hip bones grate and bruise under the enticing pairing,
           and the exteriority is captivated
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
Down the underwater
Take the bubbles
Break em up, **** the lime acerbic wit killjoy
Facetiously pushing out the service asking for a hitch back home
Cuddling up to the trunks of the elephant of the room
Bedlock with dread of the meandering truck loving peach luck
Peachy eyed, kimono geisha fire me up and entertain men
Thematic schemes, all part of your plan
Party in the USA, rock with your ***** in Russia
Freeze to death in sugary rush of ***** and virgins, dishevel the exceptional man
Blizzard steam cuprous culture praise the lizard king, fly out of the pressings quickly
Pen down your life
I’d have ideas for you
Make songs for you
The pieces make sense, if you put the jigsaw puzzle together again

You’re stuck in the middle
Dare ka ga jinkai tsureta da

— The End —