15 minutes of carpet bliss acquires brokenness I found death, I will drink me along with every other cup of lonely water for to die is to fall in love with yourself over and over again this gives courage and soothes minds with attentiveness of the water, march creatively narrow is the check of death
Tag: Poems
There’s All Kinds Of Gladiator Towns
I had a déjà vu of leaving town for good like an all too familiar scene of a truth yet to be deemed a universal pull ~ a premonition ~ a dream ~ counterbalanced by Life’s weaves all constructed by the dreamer’s seed innately inclined to the Universe’s plea ever connected one, our beat ~…
Your Red Pen Is High
I aim true and my goal is not low { I dig your freedom flow } I try to keep myself pretty incognito but there’s somethings you just can’t hide { I think it’s cute when you bring out your inner side } Pictures are my wounded words blood and a couple more pens and…
Yoga Can Only Be Given To The Soul
If I could ask for anything a clear mind would be my everything Simply, immersed in peace what else is necessary? Nature, Yoga, Poetry, Tea Yoga is my poetry as I am down on my knees I am Nature as this wish is my tea
soul*shine
someone once told me I could be anything the last thing I wanted was me * so I cried and I tried to do things differently I reached for this as I thought of that embracing all routes in a shroud of doubt until one day I reached * * * * * * *…
I Can Feel The Rain Quiver
~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~ let us dip skinny in the river we’re young only once no time to waver alone in our world you and me forever ~…..~……~…..~……~…..~ it’s 5 o’clock somewhere the sky uncovers alive inside two worlds collide ~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~…..~ could be the only ones listening that’s okay we learn to wet ski over the…
Just Keep A Closer Look On The Eye
Tune the woman between the eye the Eye Whisperer pleads I cannot wait to suck the needle over your eye to make you bleed… bleed, bleed and sing for me!
My Dresses Are Very Mythological
Encircle something ~ like a myth or a tale Breathe Life into chaos ~ see what follows is sweet A warrior emerges ~ free stricken and elite
I Was A Nature Thirst Wild Child, He Fed Off Me
Every morning beyond this junction of water, in the wilderness, therein lies the crispy future. Do you mind getting my spider spectacles? For I am a structure sustained, supernatural being the way, a designated epi-field for my soul to trace.
Tonight I Have 16 Hundred Thousand Friends
I can’t stop seeing angels They catch me when I fall They come and I didn’t even call They must have known their brethren’s heart This is what friends do They surround you in an effervescent truth They’ve helped me, I’d say I’ve helped them too A give and take of beauty, a divine duty A fruitful mission of a heavenly position Tonight I have 16 hundred…
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