I am pit deep
in circulating fire
an insignificant tenant
in a cave
of rouge hum
I am riding my snake
made of love-mad bees
a surging silver ringlet
of waving infintisum
singular
small
glowing and pouring
working against gravity like
perfectly fresh
overflowing salmon
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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Life, death, and everything in between
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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...
Silver Poetry 
Beautiful! I love that image of love-mad bees.
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Thankyou! I heard someone use the term ‘love-mad bees’ in a different context so I can’t claim the original inspiration for myself :)) but I also loved it obviously and needed to express it somehow !
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I really love this one.
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Thankyou 🙂
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Salmon?
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fertile and desperate swimming upstream hahaha!
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I had thought that it may be such a metaphor.
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