my lies
helpless, pinned
by forks, nudged
towards checkmate
by lock or choke,

but i escape & submit
my opponent, glimpsing
another inch of that
vast path between
competency & mastery.

i wonder...

how is beauty beheld both
in overcoming & in surrender.

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She is a monument
standing on the
of my memories
marking the waters
that lead me home
A place where I feel
hope steeped
into my history

Hands follow hands
braiding the hair of their daughters
Generations of sacrifice
enduring love
feathering
& pearling sands

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my darling
wrap your legs in mine
my body craves
torsos melt
our ballet creates
ceaseless love
stirring orange kisses
on twisted necks
releasing moans
white your hair
feathers grow
our cygnets swim
leaving us to frolic
never forget
the face of kindness
or malice

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The stairs toward the attic squeak under our steps, now we are there, fresh lips, bodies glowing under the moonlight. Coming from a (‘) plumage a song invades my skin. The ghosts of the Crescent Park Looff Carousel go mad: “And I’ll dance with you in Vienna.”


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The Queen saw red. She sewed till fingers bled, wielding the magic of her kin. A hidden castle housed the King's betrayal. When she threw her spell over six sleeping heads, their necks stretched, chests puffed in a flurry of plumage, in place of six bastard sons.

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A thing of beauty, all sleek lines. I slid into the grav-couch and jacked in.

Felt her come alive.

Our ascent was smooth, fast. Our dive bottomed out in a steep I could have touched the sea with one hand.

Tethered by my cyberlink, I had never felt so liberated.

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And there inside her bloom,
Driftless to drifting light~
Her soul rests,
Beside..the river bank,



📷Wallpaper Flare,

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I spy mosaics in your watercolour smile, each star a spark to my bonfire. I'd loosen its fair-weather sights to help you see the petals tucking into your banked worlds, their whispers treading love across your chained back. Unaccustomed to the dark, it was you I lacked.

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Another day is done; decisions made, a puzzle devised piece b piece. Life must b tamed, the future must succeed, cannot fail. One's❤is in denial; the beveled walls echo every last word whispered, every touch, every smile.
"Lost Love"


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Gravely they did sing~

" Starling grey dark sails our souls from tumbleweed sea dreams, where sews the Dawn of Dusk and more to never be, as seen..as stormy atoms drift the wind, as flows the ebb of time..beware the underbellies motion now, beware the Krakens..twine "

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I stand underneath a kraken sun, breath frosted as wildflowers fluttering before snow. They've plucked love notes from his voice that adorns my air. No fairytale leavings could make me feel invisible here. I'll diverge from secluded paths to rest upon our pages.

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kraken with three hearts
pierced one after another
night falls on seabed


🎨 Imaginery Leviathans

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shades of indigo
and sapphire glow
moon breaths sway
crossing pond
to terrain, we emerge
purple night tulips,
gliding dragonflies
lovers dance a waltz
of grace, two
on mystic boundary
their licentiousness
providing rain
an endowment
wherewithal for life

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You have my ardour fanned over the reckless frost, my flames beaming away illusions to save more room for our evermore moons. Solemnity's maw feels just around the corner when you're gone, but I've decided to let towering gardens reign winter in musing delights.

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I opened my eyes
And peaked out
As the monster’s
Called out

I hid under the bed
But little did I know
There was portal below
To an reality it led

It followed me thru
A quick shake and a chew
There was one shoe on the step

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He calms the thin
That haunts the grey..tonight,
Wild in wind and shadow,
Consentient with the lupine rain~
He found his place
Outside the sun, not stereotyped,
Reflective in the echoes..
Of his ever..beautiful..name,



📷WolfRoad on DeviantArt

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She was a warrior with a heart beating like an African drum, with all the pomp and ceremony of the nation’s mightiest tribe. Never again would Cara roll over and just accept the shitty hand she was dealt. Cara 2.0 would bear her teeth and bite back like a wolf.

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Sitting under her pretty blue bonnet
Eating curds and wain
The queen
Looked at her congregation with disdain
From atop her tuffett
She gazed across her flock
As the bell rang midnight
On the lunar clock
She stood up to howl
'Walkies, come on you miserable lot.'

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