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marc rios Feb 2022
Sometimes you just have to listen
Where the heart beats tries to lead you
And follow it
Lora Lee Nov 2016
I slash open
the fine lines
of my veins
to let in the
starry breath
            of night
fresh and fiery
as a snap of chaos
left out
in the firmament
                   to chill,
the frigid air
       weaving an
icy filigree
upon the black
cooling my blood
soothing the
night creatures
        that swerve and sway
beneath my skin
restless as tiny demons
always locked away,
                           within
They emerge from
their hibernation
into the gelid
crackle of air,
zipping over the
sheens of ice floes
unstopped by sudden
change in climate
frozen moss between
                      their claws, their toes
In this icicle-dipped
troposphere  
a burning
descends upon
        my tastebuds
just as if
you have
       kissed me
the ebbs
    of time seemingly  
    bringing you closer
    an energetic wrapping
       up and through
                  my being
like the breathiest of
polar mist
and as I gaze up
    at the tiny
      wisps of light,    
lustrous as the
     full moon scattered,
the astral plane
whirrs deep within me
stirring up my womb
ploughing the fields
                   of my mind
creating riverflow
from icy drought
soothing the
cuts and fissures
and rocky edges
of my aching
prophetess
                heart
Fragile yet callused,
toughened with time
as it beats
beneath the ice
soft as the inside of
a wounded animal
blessed by its hunters
for making itself a gift
to the tribe
apparently
      your warrior's
                    palm alone
                        can melt it
                       down
and sometimes,
          as I get
lost inside deeply
wild tundras,
suddenly
I'm
  found
Listened to while writing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYlNjQ5TTF4

Just fitting:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f3KhR5oDC4
Basko Nov 2013
Low low mountains,
watch them go
They stay so,
down with snow
as it piles on it
more and more
As i walk they change the angles
In chains of rocks and riverflow
Down goes the mountains
low and low
The melting of the Kalapani glaciers near Mt Everest
Lora Lee May 2016
Bring me forth
          from that nightflow
magnet for I
    have heard the calls
of my guardians
they have beckoned
                 me into a visionary stupor
pulled my head from the
           quicksand's mulch
my daily chores whirling
                         from my hands
             they are spinning me around
like a an electric charged
                   whirlpool of light
all objects caught up in
its path
             be they leaves
                              or rocks
or household appliances
and I am casting to hell
and highwater
            all of those warnings
as sacred adorations
nick into my solitude
I fling my demons to the skies
          release them to their
                              own salvation
I do not wish them before
                            my eyes
as I work my own deliverance
of beatitudes
   my own song of songs
spun into the glowing
Let them sputter and trip
over their words
           My inner hearing closes
upon their petty phrases as
they mouth them out of sync
             The path opens up before me
               as riverflow
                       in one graceful arc
Here I fight in my own
               siege of Orléans
No point in stopping me
because the vestige of
flickering truth is turning
into the solid molecules
                    of freedom's spark
right before
             your very eyes
One of my favorite paintings https://search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?hspart=iba&hsimp;=yhs-1&type;=rmnt_5129_CRW_IL&p;=painting+Joan+of+arc
Yz Doo Jan 2017
Insipid spiders
Maddening geometric traps
My love for you is simple
A new geometric fire built with logs I created
Under the stars we sleep
Free from the insipid spiders and geometric traps
Pure natureis free breathing love
Skin warm,fire dwindling
Under the stars we create our own star plate
Freedom in fresh wilderness
Far away from societal traps
My tongue slowly drips from the soft forbidden spot
We breathe together as nature intended it to be
Insipid Spiders go rest for now
I get my fly rod ready for the sweet Riverflow on days next adventure .
Rain in the lamplight
Softly Seattle snow
Bullet train, Bullet train
I to Tokyo go

Life is hard, is suffering
Solamente yo
I reach out, repeatedly
And I love them so

              riverflow
Jen May 21
OP
I'll give you a destination
and there is many for me and you.
I'll give you a destination
and i hope you remember it like this too.

it's coney island night-time and a ferris wheel light
kisses in the gandola got me thinking mid flight
“they dint have to make a kid’s ride this wild”
There was dropping and kissing and swinging  in brooklyn that night

Its walking- talking - sitting,  the moon by the shore
Talking about what was and wasnt for us anymore
A violinist  in practice played the sad tune twice
And  a couple passionately making out to unsubscribed spotify

it's the a small  lake down the road ,  no one cared to inspect
And the sunset laid perfect  the second time we met
maybe it was ***** before dinner or falling in love
Cause I was convinced  the world would find  its 8th wonder if they looked at  us


It was upstate adventures and stopping mid road
For the horse, a cow and a drink by riverflow
Picked a daisy for my hair  and a tiny home
Kept talking about how much youd like to live where the grass could grow

you  said, “the sun is different upstate"
I agreed, as the  sunbeam  floods through the trees
And the warm rays felt like you were choosing me

Its the corner seat in Beacon house
With No worries with who, or what or how
“one day lets make a breakfast spot that everyone in town talks about”


It’s  a Spare key to Booth street
lamps flickered and black tea  warm
Sheets tumbled
and the safest place I could think of was right there in your arms.

Its the teasing” I—— looove — you’s”
made the words stay and linger
forever sleepover! , night time stories and
Our kisses kinda tasted  like ginger
( you still make the best ginger tea btw)

We sang , we danced , we pretended to pray
In the name of  the father the son the holy ghost,
Please, let our loving  stay the same
Not meant to be relatable, jus A letter to an ex love - i hope we stayed the same. this stayed drafted for years and I wish i had shown you then :)
Reading David Markson
Now that, my sons, is a book!
Don't take my word for it
Just take a look

Alone in New York City
Visiting Mexico
Some time in Spain
Hidey hidey hidey **

                Riverflow!
Billions of people on the planet
I too come and go
Kamakura Buddha
In the air the ice and snow

Daily life; hopelessness
Hidey hidey hidey **
Try to do my best
Watching the riverflow


               Chicago!

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