A prophecy reintroduced timelessly, echoing in the memories formulated in each moment passed.
The forceful sound of drumming that hints at breaking bondages.
Foraging through waters that drowned many selves into rebirth, the breath that permeates all physicality, claiming life.
You dare not strip me of my iniquities, for there from protrudes the vines that crown my majesty.
Your agency entices me, beguile my being's transit into territories untethered from this illusive reality.
You're an unmistakable synchronicity bespeaking an unhinged potency.
The command of your voice could orchestrate the universe's rhythms into a symphony denoting your spirit in its vast range.
You've rearranged timelines and looped them into portals converging on planes beyond basic compression.
The intent of a visionary in manifestation.
Tread softly.
Leave not the imprints of your walk on my surface.
Let not my face be stained by your deeds.
Heed me,
Lover of all things embroidered with strings of pain.
Your departure is not abandonment.
Death is a fallacy.
Maybe a severance of spirit from flesh,
But not a definite end.
So calm the shivers, dear child.
Fear indulges in filling in
for pieces of your love.
I've plagiarized the underrated beauties that adorn the realm of my thoughts.
I know it's criminal,
But these moments will play back eternally as tokens of my happiness.
Immortality has befallen us in the land of memories rewritten.
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Here I stand solely mooned by yearning stars winking tears away.
I blew the winds away into celestial fantasies where sweet scented unrealities live
And the essence of these dreams are painted in the vibrant rainbow of lost royalty...
Somehow I'm loyal still
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Imagine all the secrets her lips possess,
Where your eyes linger desperately conjuring the taste
of her silent whispers, painting humidly,
Fondling your vacant lips,
As awe holds your words captive.
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We collided in fierce intimacy
The gentle fragility of our gazes weighed in heavy content
Molded into tongues that spoke fluidly with no sound
Deepening breaths reaching to caress flaming cores
Ignited by the puppeteer's hovering hands
From which our tethered motions dangled.
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“Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider.”
Francis Bacon, born on this day in 1561, on learning and how to read intelligently—superb advice half a millennium late…
Standing beneath the blue,
I stare up in captivated scrutiny.
Frivolously wondering how it's possible for such perfection to exist.
Vehement blatantcy insistently perusing my bewilderment,
Even the stars blush in the presence of such reckless enchantment.