I my sword in the side
The creature screams
It's tail collides with my kitchen table splattering the wall with my favorite teapot and blueberry
Bother
Why do creatures always materialize before I've had my toast?

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The night's are covering us
The demon of passion is in a
For a thousand years
we have been the first earthlings
caught in the same spiritual love
who transformed our flesh into light.

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Flutter us wayward
We are cinderella suns
And midnight slippers of the moon,
Poetry unbuttoning
Transcendence
In the reeds of skeletal blooms~
Pendulum sways of whisky dirt
To turnstile library reaper wings,
But of everything
We are yet to be,
Are we love..or are we sin,

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Wink if you should want me
I know the color of your eyes
Like rich Columbian coffee
Set my lips upon a smile
You are the petals in the flora
My sultry dancer on the night
You are the taste of Sunday morning
Mi Bonita ‘til I die

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Friends Emma & Marcia stumble out of the cafe after too much wine. Emma gazes at the nite sky then starts winking.
“Somethin’ wrong with your eye?”giggled Marcia.
“Since the stars are winkin’ at us, it’s only polite to back!”
“So whatcha gonna do for the moon?”

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Rocks, gloomy monks
with seaweed beards
whisper omens
is the night
Every thunder,a small death
Humpback Winter drills minds
Now in blurry waters
A Tempest is born
It's the hour of wonders
when humans hide
deeper thoughts under pillows
Saying "it's just a storm"

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fingers grasping rope
angels, fairies call me
strings of lustful hope

it is the we seek
toss a pink slipper high
among my legs you peek

envy, nature is blushing
foreplay, nature’s child
I melt, my blood rushing

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are you brave enough
to hold my hand in the dark
to face the fears that haunt me
are you strong enough
to bear the weight
of my shadows
will you stand with me
through the storms?



📸via Dark Beauty Mg.

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what? we asked
a celebrity physicist fellow—
"Dark Energy" he final worded
with the confidence of dropped
bombs; "Fuck that" we knew
His brains stopped @ Jell-O ...
"You should spell 'Dark Yellow'"

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my own. Art created using A.I. Wombo Dream app

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A dark faceted jewel—chaos in prismatic hues—shiver-gleams in the void.
It's not instantly recognisable as a spirit shattered into countless pieces; a big bang core of necro stars screaming one pitch beyond hearing. This grim fate worse than death, offers no answers...
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antlers strong, bent
roaming in the veins
of earth shadows
giant the spirit moose
spraying his grey mist
seeking refuge from
hoarfrost imminent
o-yan-do-ne flings his
cold rains upon earth
sun rising in the
frozen by a spirit beast

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Sometimes I get this craving
to turn back around
and head
Back to my roots.
But then I remember
that those roots were never nourished
so they died.

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We are twisted colors
wrapped in
double rainbow ties
fettered in pleasure
tangled in
unimagined ways
pale and bright ink
subtle and intense hues
explosive
chromatic
climax
in the making





Art-Fine Art America

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Fall into my garden
When you read my words
Every word a flower
Every syllable a fruit
The fragrance of love
Enfolding you
Blow, wind, gently over her now
Sunshine, rise over her heart
Rain, wash away every tear
From sadness, make her hope
From grief, give her joy

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Dawnlike, a false sun flickers to the east. It’s no Juliet; I have a powerful urge to blind my parietal eye.
There’s nothing sacred in the between, but I feel a taint of heresy now—inkblots shifting, a conspiracy of ill-lit ravens—before I can even interpret what I see.#vss365 14

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Hydrogen is crushed in a brute embrace that undoes its physical bonds. Radiation rushes outwards flooding into space. Minutes later it blasts past a moon through magnetic fields surrounding a small blue planet. The planet rolls, light flooding the waking the world.

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at the threshold of my eyes,
tears change the mood...
somedays they come with joy,
often they are friends to my grief.
my face
the portrayal of my mind;
my heart carries a burning ember
and soul longing for rescue...
will you lead me to bliss?

🌻

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Oh, flame of the unknown. I wait until the night is born from the wounds of my feet & my bones crack with love. I stretch my body between heaven & the bloom of the olive trees.
Amor, a verse from your lips & I can die.


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You’re talking but I’m dazzled by your eyes, glowing in the soft candlelight.
‘Don’t fight it’ they whisper, dancing in a kaleidoscope of green, yellow & blue. ‘Just let it happen.’

I realise you’ve asked me a question.
‘Whatever you want,’ I reply, freefalling.

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