These be the doors
to where it ends,
Sister Rose and her omnipresent
thorns scratch cataclysms into skin
Benevolence begat the violence
inconsequential, this monolithic cross
to bear, to bare sunstarved soul upon canvas
it is reticence, a fear that binds
oh and the chill, blue as ice of mighty Titan
formed from things colder than any winter storm
arrogance, the insistence, tugging of lines
that pull the mind into spaces below
tresses of vines being insular, convocation of isolation
little by little, bit by bit, steering ship a bit further
from shore and homes and laughter
wont to want the failings that seed salty seas, stars
esoteric panorama of breaking, delving into core
a place never once should be breached, like heart
of a deer running through full meadow in ripened fall
beauty in motion always falls tragic; afraid of consequence
knowing does little to stave away creeping
apologizing for nothing that could have prevented
this finale of portent, dread seeps softly
buckskin boots on fresh snow
there is lithium and X in tales of swords
problem of three bodies solved
nothing, playing the fool in an afterglow
alert with abject terror of something coming
what if time was a cloth God folds and places in his pocket
after tea
standing in the middle of dimension collapsing
upon itself, circle of life and other drivel
no one told us in this cycle of reincarnation
we are all just meat to feed something else.
feels inviolate, this peregrine notion, futile prey
what would happen if we refused to play?
if this is all meaningless, does this lesson
mean less? perhaps, nevertheless
how do you climb out of a hole
the whole fucking world is in.
What a glorious piece with this image – ‘what if time was a cloth God folds and places in his pocket’. Amazing, OP ❤
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Thanks Kristiana 🖤🙏
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I loved that line too.
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Thank you 🙏🖤
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This gave me the chilly feels of a victorian age asylum. Well done!
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Thanks so much my dear 🖤🙏
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I wish I knew how one climbs out of the hole. Great read!
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Thanks Basilike🖤🙏
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Damn OP!
“what if time was a cloth God folds and places in his pocket
after tea”
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Thanks so much C. Appreciate the reblog🖤🙏
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Oldepunk/RamJet Poetry
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Reblogged this on misterkaki.
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Thanks my friend 🙏
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden.
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How are things OP?
Another intense read, uniquely crafted. 💚
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Thanks Vanessa. I’m trying to keep my head above water. How are U?
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Well tonight I’m doing that by having a lovely fireside drink with hubby and my dear old mum. It’s lovely to have her visit for a few days. And we are having a fun venting session 🙂
Hope you are having chances to do some fun things dear Dennis?
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Fun is not in my vocabulary these days V. Just getting by is enough for now. Take care of yourself and God bless 💚
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Dennis, I am so sorry to hear that. My spirit sits with you 💚
And thank you. You too.
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PS adore that photo.
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Totally speechless. Brilliant 🖤♥️
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🙏🖤
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The imagery is packed with gold and such an emotional poetic work by you. 🙂
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Thane so much Charlie 🙏
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
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