I am smoke
folding ribbons of disappearing
me
smoulder
I
in curls that rise and dance
a geometry of truth
a Pollock mathematics
that defies imagination
works magic
in the fleshly air
if you can find space i worship you
if you can prick density
you are my god
Let me be smoke
for touching clouds is my dream
even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
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what’s the old saw: Where there’s smoke, there is fire 🙂
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hehehahahah yeah
i forgot about the fire bit
maybe I am hotter than i think 🙂
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sizzling 🙂
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toroidal
~
mountains exhaling
volcanic smoke rings
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wow , love your response x
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Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat™.
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thankyou 🙂
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powerful and intriguing
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Thankyou very much for reading my work , you are a powerful poet yourself xxx
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It’s so magical this metaphysical in your metamorphosing !
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haha everything i do is an acute metaphorical metamorphosis into the metaphysical!
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you always know how to follow your flow. The result is always beautiful.
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Thankyou so much 🙂 i try to let go to it as much as I humanly can
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Your art and words create such an intriguing image in my mind…just love what you do.
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Thanks Charles x
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let me be smoke – love the imagery your words convey…D
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Thanks Dave, I appreciate your comment, i see the imagery first and then find words to fit it 🙂
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>>>even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it<<<
This imagery evokes the absolute of amazing!
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oh THANKS! that is a fulfilling response 🙂
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Gorgeous! I’d missed this when you first posted. Glad I found it. I think it’s interesting how we can identify with things as ethereal or ephemeral as smoke, as if we understand the essence of us is something other than this human body or even human being.
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YES! exactly, like on some level we know we are less dense that our density and gravity is unreal
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love the imagery here.
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thankyou, i like this one a lot too, one of my favourites
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