I think fear,
as sharp as snakes teeth
black head weaving
I think sex,
thick twining thoughts
I think creation
desperate concepts
that one cannot resist
I think healing
aggressive
deliberate
unrelenting
in my dreams
under me
my darkness resolving
ascending
complete
absorption
I choose not to resist.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Reblogged this on Ralphie´s Portal and commented:
Lovely art and poetry!
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Thanks! I appreciate the attention :-))
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Summit to the control we lack and commit to the control we hold!!!!
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I like this …yes… a keeper!
ThankYOU x
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My pleasure….it was inspired by your piece!!!!
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oh wow!
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Yes. Healing is not always a soft-focus process. Love this.
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Thankyou D xx
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Another excellent verse and paired painting.
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Thanks gorgeous!
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Gorgeous…surreal and real at the same time. Brilliant. 🙂 As is the accompanying artwork. The drippy, bloodiness of it all. XO.
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thanks and gorgeous is as gorgeous says well something like that
you are
and life so wonderfully drippy!
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that’s a great take as to healing. the agressiveness one takes to recover, whether it be with the word or any other area to accomplish that goal of sanity. nicely done:)
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Thanks Don and the more I think about it the more about healing this poem is… i wasn’t sure as I wrote beau cause it came from a dream I had had that night… but now I see and it is largely thanks to the comments and interpretations from my friends here!
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I don’t know why but, I get a “I vant your blood” lick right over my heart! BEAUTIFUL ! Xo Debbie
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Just by chance, I was listening to Savage Garden’s Break Me, Shake Me while reading this. It provided a backdrop, but your words, and I daresay your voice, took center stage. I love the bursts of thought in the strong, well-placed, well-chosen words and how you have stamped this with an unmistakable character towards the end.
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I am humbled by your comments! and so happy that you are such a perspicacious and brilliant reader! I haven’t heard Break me shake me… well I don’t remember listening I will keep my ears out!
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Very nice, Ana.
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thanks xx!
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Your pen and your brush — a perfect waltz.
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thankYOU!!
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WhenI first read this I thought of fear, but upon reading it again, I thought of dreams…
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it all came from a dream…. it was born in a dream .. but i am also really exploring the snake in my world and imagination at the moment. We found one in the wall yesterday actually a beautiful python, sleeping peacefully while we renovated!
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