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A fleeting moment,
When time reflects on clear surfaces,
I witness the prism of colors dance across your eyes,
And I wonder if you’d allow me to chase the end of the rainbow,
To find that golden hour crash upon you,
Shine so brightly, my angelic lover,
Come back to bed—
So we can indulge in our sinful desires once more.
Love can be supernatural
Damocles Jun 20
In all these disparate faces,
Amidst the crowds adjacent, a stage stood,
A stage meant to give praise to rock gods who ascended so beautifully.
Deep bellowing soul-crushing bass drums echoed,
Electric war birds screeched melodic songs,
And the vocals rang down like testaments.
We were in attendance at a sermon of heavy metal,
Surrounded by other worshippers in otherworldly convivial cheering.
Until the last song, the last lyric,
And the lights went from neon spectacle to incandescent boredom.
And reality returned, parasitically devouring the dopamine.
BLT's Merriam Webster's Word of the day Challenge.
Date: 6/20/2025
Word: Convivial
Meaning: relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company
preston Jun 19

There are cries that come
like weather—
loud, sudden,
gone before they finish saying
what needed to be said.

And then there are the others.
The ones that wait for years
to find a home
safe enough
to be heard.

Tonight, it wasn’t just a song
that broke you—

it was the quiet
after the song ended,
the part where someone stayed.

No questions
or fixing.
Just presence,
while you folded
into the sound of your own heart
finally unclenching.

You didn’t cry because you were weak.

You cried because
you were ready
to stop pretending
it didn’t matter.

And the silence that followed
wasn’t empty—
it was full of everything
you never got to say.

So let this be the night
you remember not what shattered,

but who stayed
long enough
to help you gather the pieces.



Baby loves Song for Adam❤️

https://youtu.be/PjCqZ-LJaP8?si=DISToWcdaSIsHWcB

#ForSongbird,Lael-Summer, Josh,andAnneMarie

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xox
Damocles Jun 17
She is of silk and honey,
Spin her webs to tie me down,
Let her explore spaces and realms
With gentle fingers, and hungry kisses.
inspired by spiders
neth jones Jun 17
dry as a butterfly   and legless as an atlas
buttressed by a mattress            
     the gap against the wall
to sleep   or  at least    
to practice
10/06/25
written for my 6yr old who gets credit for 'dry as a butterfly'
Damocles Jun 13
Illuminate all that is dark within me,
Bioluminescent pathways leading to a wishing well.
Cast your farthing and close your eyes,
Hear your wish through your lungs,
Breathe it into the mana waters,
And see how in me lies the arcane,
A world tree in nerves and blood,
I take root like a tooth,
And sow for you in a garden—
Indiscriminate truth.
Don't forget your coin!
neth jones Jun 13
the slanting sun  outwits the bedroom               
                            carves in the morning knife
cavities balled into the mystery   a spent cartridge of night      
bidden away is the bask   of a coupling umbrella-ed          
(guilded by narcotic somnolence  and a few drinks)
now  each fearful  in face of the lover    
       one wondering etiquette
    for the ridding
     of the other
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