Sacred

 

sacred

sacral

scared we shut our eyes

scarred we are numb

living in skin

evil is the lie we tell

santa is a jingle bell

in the rain of diamond Terra

shards to bring us into Firma

this storm

becomes me

a

satanic flowering 

revealing

in the raw

the luscious grief

god is salt upon my tongue

and

skin

and

goodness is a flood

remembering

dog my friend the only truth

digging

thought

through

dirt is my imagination 

rough

and behind this gem 

this blinking sapphire of a thing

we come together

strapped and aching

eyes shining at this

wide

and 

tidal

ruse

and in between the phosphorus sea

and line of pure shore

we stand

a momentary glitch

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29 thoughts on “Sacred”

  1. *These are all imaginations of a fascinating desire* … And following our hearts to an amazing “dream” is often accompany by feelings of anxiety and butterfly-like-anticipation … Nonetheless … We should should keep our focus on what we want … Because … Our partner is feeling exactly the same way that we are feeling … Smiling … It is a fact … This is just so beautiful … Thanks … The Silver Poet … I always get carried away by your poems …

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  2. “living in skin” what a beautiful line! Well done throughout. I especially liked how you located the associated image at the end of the post. It allows the reader to create a picture in their mind first and then follow it up with your intriguing and genuinely evocative artwork.

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  3. Holy crap Poet, it’s like I come here to be taught some lesson that I cannot quite grasp… I find that you conquer language without even trying it seems… this poem is just rich with language and words, in ways I would never have thought to use them, or imagine they could be used. This is sheer genius.

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    1. I am laughing, maybe because of that weird humility that wrestles for space in this tiny ego rich cupboard OR because I know we are Kin and we meet so perfectly in the peak of the sentence that it’s unthinkable you don’t see your perfection reflected here🙂

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    1. but we are the glitch we just are… i think we long to realise it and feel it and beeeee it in the knowing of our bones… its almost like the reality of the unreality is so much part of us that we have forgotten…

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