”My Coat of Armor”

...might be gray in color, but it's a mystical & magical shield of protection by God. It’s a joyful of peace & the strong survive & the weak can thrive, by all measures in a of pleasures.✍️🏽#vsspoem

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Aubie was a but it didn't take her cheekbones to tell you that. It was her curled, almost elf-like right ear that spoke to the aristocracy in her blood. Funny, how one indulgent CRISPR edit, generations ago, could shift her fate today.

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My anger rattles my bones and causes my eyes to tear
My teeth push against each other
My gums unable to handle the pressure
My mind is racing
Wrath is awake once again
But this time, there’s no controlling the beast that protects me

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Truth was that Rory had always been But even before deciding to begin their transition, people had consistently misgendered, made fun of, and ignored them. What Rory had not expected, however, was how freeing it felt now to be nothing at all.

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The Prophecy

One fine day
The sky would come
Down looking for you
And you'll met up halfway
If it asks you to join her up there
What do you honestly think you'd say?

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Poetry that
Begets poetry
Is in fact poetry
Such abstraction
Trips an unworldly
Cerebro-intellectual
Creative chain reaction
Of which we all are the links
Some attending, some missing
Kudos for being one of the igniters
In this world full of intellect-extinguishers
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Same music pulses
in our heartbeats
recognizing the fire
in the depth of your eyes
slowly leaning forward
just a breath away
on the verge of discovery
if matching greed
burns you in this moment
scorching lips meeting
in the point of no return

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So, Here’s the Tea

...whether you place your bets with a bookie or me: ”Champagne cocktails, chocolates, a dinner date with a while I for sugar & spice, oh, so nice, until it’s routine—until, I can say what I mean.”✍️🏽#vsspoem

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Ignorance is a blessing..
In a single breath,
Unknown variables of destiny
Can knock down protective walls
To expose our vulnerability
Whilst you yourself strong

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In the diamond mist of snow
a cuteness flutters in daydream
the soft velocity of angelic wings
the whispers of flowery weeds
judge nothing they just let
the wind blow the snow magically
all across another sunny morning
blinding Spring

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Mother Earth watches and judges
As her Sun drops diamonds
Into his sister Ocean
Filling her with sparkling laughter
And their cousin Wind breathes
In smiles, exhaling peacefulness

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A tantalizing tales
The details illegible
Rhymes and whimsy
Of a mystic's parable

A note of a song
Becomes a lover's letter
A white flag waving
Signifying a siren's

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"How? How does that cock-bag have an much less 1 that has 5000 shock troopers ready?"

It was the pixie queen, Zara, who answered. "How is unimportant right now. Our choice is fight or I know what I choose. Are u with me?"

"We're with u!"

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"Will u be my through glorious victory or soul crushing defeat?"

"I will & I will ensure in victory your soul isn't corrupted by power nor in defeat will I let u to despair. Do u swear to do the same for me?"

"I so swear, & give u my soul."

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Written oasis
It only takes opening a book
You find yourself in world
Rough and tumble
Slow and soothing
The exquisite etiquette of invitation
To imagine...



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Chameleon Spirit

Poets feel to opine on love—and test the limits within four walls—but the charming chameleon And if passion transcends illusions on Valentine’s Day—chameleon spirits shed their skin to come out & play.😉🔥✍️🏽#vss365

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Blood continued to drip
Oh what a tale it told
The atlas contained a hidden story
Secrets of the wealth of old
Turmoil was the realm’s legacy
Nothing survived the encroaching tide
Just a haunted map of a haunted place
Where hands of power & plunder still reside


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Parallel realities
and the unknown variables
of change
burn like glass
against straw
I don’t need an atlas to know
where it’s going to ignite first
and where it will rage
Rebirth from ashes is difficult

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Looking for words
to capture wonders of
brush strokes of
to paint beautiful pictures
but here you yourself
did it so much better
drawing on frozen ground
with ice & snow flowers
page in your of beauty


📷 from today

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He put his hand on the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers. It was desperate. Pleading. Almost frantic. Like the first time he had kissed her.

Val drew away and slapped him. The sound—crack—echoed off the cinder block walls.

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