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One cuts cloths from creatures like us
And teeth gnaw at the cusp
Leave ember eyed serpents in writhe
Drink my honeyed essence, love
Dip your thick wick deep in gold
Let prayer stream from forked tongue moisten my folds
Command me, My Kore King
Anticipation becoming, make me yours
There are plenty of parks in town. This one i happen to favor more than most. Kiosks serving beverages sang their specials near by. And before 3pm when school lets out, it was actually peaceful. Aside from convenience, under a small clutch of speckled Berch trees sat a studio piano. It had been sanded and painted by the some local hand with beautiful florals and clouds. Walking distance from the art history museum.
It had been years since id even touched the ivory keys of a piano. But every now and then some citizen will walk by and play a tune. Or a small child, guided by their parent usually, will tap away mindlessly at the keys.
It had been years since i had the urge to play. All inspirati...
"The sound was blasting and people were talking loudly. This wasn't her kind of party. But her friend begged her to come, so here she was. With her friend out of sight, she was just standing there, next to the couch, holding her drink" when her face started to tingle. Not like painful pins and needles but like sparkles were dancing on her freckles. But why? She couldnt remember. As the intermission music died down, so did the chatter she listened intently to yet seemed a part from. She was average in height, so much of her view was shoulders and backs of everyone else. Her eyes darting across the room for familiarity while reminding her self to "stay calm. Just stay calm. Youre fine....
With nimble imply
Ill pluck particles from your nebuli
Stringing galaxies in holy light
In your hum hearts take flight
Who are you?
Golden magican, dream weaver
Aloe and argon linger
Laxing my anxious stinger
Where did you get eyes like that?
Chatoyant and feline
They kindle the Pale queens shrine
Where did you come from?
Some where higher in disguise?
That shrinking space between us where currents equalize?
Open heart, open mind
Blessed be Eye
This gracious lady sings a tune
Chalice raised to the moon
Offer a prayer to anyone listening above
Cosmic Inquirer, ducking beneath the horizon, what are you so scared of?
"Dude" for all intents and purposes
Dude has a fade. Dude has red hair and green eyes.
Dude tells me he's insecure about his receeding hairline.
Dude is 5'9 with callused hands and chewed cuticles.
Dude thinks my grace is mutable
Dude isn't the emotional type.
Out of touch with his might
So stacks my words on shelf at night
Dude whats to bury his feelings inside
But this tsunami i must hide
Dude slides his hands down my side while asking to touch
Dude says i think too much
Dude is in love with someone else and thinks i can't see.
Dude thinks he can waste time with me. Dude says im the "best hes ever had". Dude thinks thats a compliment, shawty know she bad
Dude is timid to touch me unle...
>I got your box right here<
Im not the type to yell and scream and make scenes
I dont like to fight
It brings out a part of me i try to bury with meditation and awareness
You just have to let them know
Calmly. Collected. No mundane bullshit may steal my grace
You think youre charming much in the same way i think im interesting
You think its everyone elses responsibility to inform and educate you, not your own to find out for yourself
Maybe so you'll have someone to blame
Youre like a sausage
All your best bits mashed up and shoved into a shit sleeve
Knowing what makes me cum isnt a feat, a monkey can push a button
What makes me happiest is a whole
We are ...
I am long socks and cozy sweaters
Knitted warmth in winter weather
My earthen mug and coffee brewed
Resemble my eyes brownish hue
I am the splintered pine and blazing hearth
Shedding light unto my darth
I am every screw and nail
The reaching flower and harvested kale
I am salty wind
I am shaping sea
I am the rock they smash rhythmically
To this place ive always known
But yet shown
Take me home
Encircled in a garden of earthly pleasures, I watched my beauty dissolve in your eyes
As plucked fruit turned to ash on your tongue
the charred abandon of your emptied word clings with hollow hope to the roof of my mouth
If i went back to the night we met,
Id have left you both in that diner
I fall in love as naturally as breathing
With the curl of your smirk
With light flickering behind delighted eyes
With your kindness and compassion
I write little love stories about each on them on scraps of hope
And tuck them under the seams of my heart for safe keeping
Her warcry pierced through the circular gardens followed by the sound of bone shatter. It didnt matter that her wing was damaged. Fury was the air she breathed. A warrior came for her vengence and she swore by dawn it would be had.
She was a magnificent horror. Smashing and gutting like it was all she was. Wielding her maul like a birth right. Made a glorious mess of an otherwise gorgeous geometrically designed floral garden. Blood splashed across my face as my current split our enemies skulls like fruit. Their kill order wouldnt allow them to cease until we were dead or every last had fallen for their sovereign. And as the smoke rose over the clean cut hedges into the night, the flames mad...
As they walked passed the fence,they knew there was no turning back. They looked at each other silently for a second and then kept walking. You cant just kill a woman of her stature and think there would be no consequence they thought. But they were ready this time. They werent before and thats how they lost her and how theyll lose everyone else if the tyranny didnt end. From her corpse the sun will rise again and Amaara's death avenged. Their hands steady as they cut swifty through the narrow passage into a keep silent as the grave. She would be ready as well no doubt. May the best woman win.
Plant a constellation of kisses along my collarbone
And i will mount your hips as my throne
When I first met you, you were on a rampage for the earth, the water, and the animals spitting fire into the air at youngins who haven't begun to dig their personal ditches of accountability
Shining goddess in your sinead o'connor hair cut,
held words that pierce like glass
Water down your force for none
Let them reval in your Magnificence
If i could swtich with someone for a week..
Would i be aware of the swap? Would they? Would my thoughts be mine or theirs?
Ive considered this prompt longer than i shouldve i guess.
His music moves me. Song of the Golden Dragon. Saying hello. Between fire and water. No words, just feeling. Anyway.
I would explore, meditate and create in that week
dont trust people who went to school to learn how to help people like you...
trust those who went to school to learn how to help people like themselves
-tshirt of the day
When they say "you are beautiful"
And i laugh and say "thats a good one"
Its no slight at their taste
Its not that I don't believe them
I just dont agree
Handsome star sister
Glistening golden at dawn
You've got a bit of stardust in your eye
A thing so priceless, it doesn't diminish in value the more we give it away♡
Ive been awake for 48 hours so far and for the 15 minutes of sleep i had this is all i saw:
I was floating alone in a pool at night
Only one light shined
I observed for signs of life and found only crushed leaves in the merky water
I noticed though, big spiderwebs
Like theyd been at it a while
I caught one of the silk threads while floating by and it peeled the cocoon of web open to hundreds of blue butterflies and moths of a thousand colors nestled calmly inside...
He was beautiful. Hauntingly so. And towered over my limp body like a god with an unsettling grin. I couldnt feel my ties. Only hazey paralysis drawing me in and out of darkness. "Where's Opal", i thought. I couldn't sense her. Not Jun. Or Gloria. No anyone. Only his influence. The beach we played on slipped into disappating memory as thick eucalyptus smoke whirled from the cherry ember of his cigar. Silvery ribbons at first that twisted through the air before slithering weightlessly over my chest. "Why can't I move? Will myself to speak? Where the hell is my glider!" I wanted to shout. I couldn't quite make out where i was or how long id been there. My head weighed tons trying t...
Honey whirled my Earl Grey into golden galaxy stricken skies
The sweet bergamot, seemed a warmer diversion than your eyes
I could feel those winged lashes fluttering at mundane taste
Small talk always seemed a waste
When I crave to witness all your ways
As lull settled the room still
And i lost all will,
Before I knew, a truth came hard as stoneware
Yet weightless as winter air
Be it Bottled or natural flare
You were made with love and care
Still so captivating in the most bittersweet of ways
An eternity in a gaze
One I could never truly capture
I'll always bathe in fleeting rapture
When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and watch everyone ask how
My biggest wish.. if I could have anything with no strings attached..
.. world peace..
(Or the Point of View Gun or the Total Perspective Vortex from the Hitchhikers Guide)
Which ever comes first
All this suffering is getting old and our only home in the galaxy could use a break
I could talk to all kinds of people, I'm always tuned in for a good story
But Chatted up by silver tongued snake charmers, none of them listen quite the way you do
I am happiest when lost with you, my mountaineer magician
The redwood wilderness all up in you is a wild I'll never seek to tame
After all this time I'm certain that empty space in my bed was always yours to fill
Our hearts as fragile as baby birds with the weight of mountains
It's caves and caverns the home of my adoration's fountain
Making memories with you is my new favorite pass time
Everything I've yet to do,
I ache to with you
I am the iris, forest, earth and sky
Even the darkness cast upon my longing lips carry my essence
While Fear and doubt tare at my hearts arteries in a whirl of static whispers
The whole world calls to me
Beconing me with adventure, connection and reflection
Instead of wind caressing my petals
My golden filaments and wide open ranges are chocked by my radioactive kiss
I've less interest in being a puddle in your bedsheets
Though fulfilling in one undeniable right
I long instead to be the lines on your face
Washed with years of happiness until it cracks at the edges
Spilling and covering all brave enough to stand close with the light