On the process of growing older

I let the young years fret away pained with the complex self-importance my thoughts carried opinions erected in my 20s built as pillars to support they ended up transforming into bars cold and heavy with rigid sets of rules until I met a modern day muse her silences pulled me in a siren of my…

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Yeah I know you

It’s the breath that roots in grief the deepest discipline is to not get caught in the politicking of meanings what this label and that name are supposed to be what it meant to know you and all that it stripped away poetry is the grief unconcealed raw and exposed a sprinkle of dictionary and…

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The cutting starkness

naked under an open sky you missed me seeing only the appearance of my shape you never realized the flash in my eyes meant it was too late already despite the time the changes the inevitable losses living in a lacquer of hindsight dressing the past tense in colors made of reasons a shiny luster…

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Saturated and chopped up

Your words are saturated with psychic lesions billions of impressions of a marketing driven global quest for romance the modern day achievement built on some imaginary ideal accompanied by the need all the people who senselessly feed it like cybersex as if you could fill the void with a stranger’s mess used at best like…

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Against the grain

you are brilliant like the moon shining into a room romantically bright enveloped in warmth coming into my arms rushing over me with understanding relaxing like a breezy relief a balm of fresh so much in so little I bite my lips wanting more like laughter and lullabies messaging the general with news that this…

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Becoming Fearless

Speak my fears to the wind may they blow past us you say I attach to this that I enjoy it as I generate the storm caught in between the grit and your mirrored truth thrust in the torn-to-bits whispered chills knots without solutions that can be seen a funeral for the losses all my…

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Thaumaturgy

Magic is the stuff that lets you take the ordinary and turn shit to fairy dust the tangled gestating forms an exciting movement opening in the blood that flows through your heart Alchemy’s recipe of giving distills the elixir from lust popping to the beat of your drum my cherry plucked you are the wellspring…

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like poetry

The thought of you is a pleasure it’s that scent that has a texture like smooth laughter slick tangling of skin and velveted passions sparring words like swords we strip bare down to the bones of the most intimate truth there’s a sweetness that blossoms in the space torn open in the way we lock…

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on experiencing

He asked me if I am heavy company am I demanding spiritually, intellectually I wasn’t sure what that means I see through the eyes of an almost-queen whose broken profile paints the surreal overlayed like a Dali of poetry a scorpion shaped venus on a canvas of words I refer to the obscure literary rooted…

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Pretty much a manual on survival.

Never give up. Even if it means being a stubborn ass about not letting the appearances of things deceive you. It takes discipline. Ruthless discipline. It’s the only thing that makes you rise out of who you just were. My manual on how to stay alive. After surviving. Years. It’s a messy business. This thriving…

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