fissures in me
in my skin
in my density
slices of hot light
stretching
tearing
me
spaces
sweet with glow
i am slipping
out
through
blades of woven grass
curving
between
smiling grains
of
molten glass
my
breath is
gilded time
my flesh has split like pomegranate
and I am sailing
a slow
syrup
welcome
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.
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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 
Amazing
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Once again your words and image create a seamless artwork.
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thankyou, i love when the two merge š
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Well, since you’re sailing and all, I think you should sail in this direction for an afternoon. I like pomegranates. Just sayin’. š
my
breath is
gilded time
That line could stand all by its lonesome. Beautiful.
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thanks for choosing that line… I was a bit in love with it myself. I wasn’t quite sure what i meant by it, but it feels really wonderful… so I imagine it means something pretty good too! haha
sailing has been on my mind. I can sail in my metaphoric boat made of soft wood and love
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Cement.
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could very well be!
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Excellent word play…imagination….
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Thankyou very much š
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Wonderful — all one cohesive thought, and the words are lovely!
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Thankyou loverly x
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when it comes to the muse, I lather myself in it. I see it from a muse standpoint !!
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the muse and the artist remembering their unity
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