Good MorningI feel calm.
I feel content.
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TitlesConstantly these ticks are slinking in and about my skin Like tweaked out spiders weaving webs from neck to hand and back Little gifts of venom every time I flinch And drawn the leeches like suppertime buried deep within Several of their faces look exactly like me I recognize those eyes and lips, though I cannot See them clearly, or ask whose they are. My hand is glued to this stick of plastic and ink The parasites watch intently as it is forced to dance In some sort of final hurrah As if there were something to accomplish In fact the only accomplishment is the recognition &nbsTitles
MagnanimousI would like to remind you of your magnanimous shortcoming, The one that seethes just beneath every thought you ever dare to think. Yes, dare, a word you wouldn’t be comfortable with without Company of a dictionary to rescue you from your ignorance. Some would call you Virtuous, Innocent, Naïve, Shy,Magnanimous
But.
There are other words to describe you. Weak, Stupid, Vulnerable. And they writhe through your mind, twisting every day into an obsession, Unhealthy yet pervading all you do, your severe inferiority prevalent in Everything down to the way you breathe. And there ar
Autumnalsemi-opaque frangrance of orange leaves ripped from dying trees and the nights are still enough for silence to seep through the pores of this planet and we are Overwhelmed. (the way this A.M. air slaps us in the face.) the wind is screaming, frightened of the winter skies falling, smothering the breath and beat and rhythm and the sighing of unwinding roots is deafening, far beyond our Ultraviolet dreams. (capture the horizon on the tip of every finger.) but in the quiet between earth-breathing is the desperate whisper of archaic spirits, blending aAutumnal
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I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Those who dance are called insane by those who can't hear the music.
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amor vincit omnia
*christians
"Above all, maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8, NRSV)
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A sensibilidade do artista o faz entender o mundo.
(The artist's sensibility makes him understand the world. )
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I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix kick me, give me diner, suhck some corn, and show me your big black thong!
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And what is more beautiful then creation and its undoing?
I am a man of many footsteps.
~PoetryNexus
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