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You would think that kissing a poet would be different,
that in that moment,
your souls would touch and sizzle like fire and water,
that a gateway between minds would expand
into being,
and you would share the deepened images
outlined in words, words, words
to give them definition
that only poets' minds can see.
You would think...
You would imagine that in tiny valleys
of each puckered lip
would reign the fertile soil of concept,
expelling long planted ideas as they met,
a wicked cross pollination of images,
blossoming into new species that bathed in
the tropical heat-moisture of human contact.
A natural spreading of the seeds, stanza
and rhyme.
You would imagine...
You would hope that even after your eyes slid closed,
you could still see, perfect images of dreams
created and those awaiting creation,
awaiting that sensitive opening touch,
that understanding slowly sailing outward
on the unique scent of your body,
a bright and glistening dream
existing in the eternal space
between your shining skins.
You would hope...
You would believe in the air shared
betwixt the kiss a sparking ethereal
divinity coalesces, a twinkling fireball child,
the born fruit of two beliefs in seeing what
lies beyond within and around
and what cannot be seen.
The heat and glow bathes each one in
the prodigal faiths of free-mindedness.
You would believe...
You would think that kissing a poet would be different.
That the moment would reverberate in the air
long after your lips had said their sweet lingering goodbyes,
and mark the beginning of a union
that would redefine perfection, recreate the world
and the sorry, loveless stereotype of writers in general.
You would think there would be a tag on the continuum of time
announcing that "This is when everything re-began
the way that it should have the first time around."
You would think so, wouldn't you.
(a collaboration between =oracle-of-nonsense and yours truly)
that in that moment,
your souls would touch and sizzle like fire and water,
that a gateway between minds would expand
into being,
and you would share the deepened images
outlined in words, words, words
to give them definition
that only poets' minds can see.
You would think...
You would imagine that in tiny valleys
of each puckered lip
would reign the fertile soil of concept,
expelling long planted ideas as they met,
a wicked cross pollination of images,
blossoming into new species that bathed in
the tropical heat-moisture of human contact.
A natural spreading of the seeds, stanza
and rhyme.
You would imagine...
You would hope that even after your eyes slid closed,
you could still see, perfect images of dreams
created and those awaiting creation,
awaiting that sensitive opening touch,
that understanding slowly sailing outward
on the unique scent of your body,
a bright and glistening dream
existing in the eternal space
between your shining skins.
You would hope...
You would believe in the air shared
betwixt the kiss a sparking ethereal
divinity coalesces, a twinkling fireball child,
the born fruit of two beliefs in seeing what
lies beyond within and around
and what cannot be seen.
The heat and glow bathes each one in
the prodigal faiths of free-mindedness.
You would believe...
You would think that kissing a poet would be different.
That the moment would reverberate in the air
long after your lips had said their sweet lingering goodbyes,
and mark the beginning of a union
that would redefine perfection, recreate the world
and the sorry, loveless stereotype of writers in general.
You would think there would be a tag on the continuum of time
announcing that "This is when everything re-began
the way that it should have the first time around."
You would think so, wouldn't you.
(a collaboration between =oracle-of-nonsense and yours truly)
Literature
so they can
wrists
arms
legs
skin
[scars]
feeling of i don't
know what
to
do
so help them
the ones who are being
BROKEN
fucking smashed shattered open
know the truth know love
hurts but it should never
hurt
like this people hurt but they
should never (.) hurt
like
this
it's unbelievable
find the words to say
or don't
just sit there
nod and say yeah yeah i know
because you do know
how they feel
and you do know
it's awful
Literature
Courage
Being brave
fight for your rights
Be able to have courage
and stand up for yourself
Have the will power
be able to have courage
after all courage
is what love is
Be brave
and dont get hurt
Face your fears
and have courage within you
Fight your way for freedom
and have courage
after all
courage is the best medicine in life
So be brave
and face your fears
Have courage
and stand up for yourself
Dont let anybody hurt you
so be brave and face your fears
have courage in your life
and being willing to have freedom!
Literature
As the Moon
You're like the moon
The sun is loud, It will shine at whoever will look
But you do not do that
No, you glow for only Earth only us
You shine beautifully, Lighting all places that need it
A pure white
Like fallen snow
Sometimes you are hidden, Sometimes the darkness steals you away
But you come back
And you always will
So chin up, Keep shining
And know that
The ones who look for you are the most precious
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What, it's not true????? I think you need to try again....