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What does your soul need?

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Art & affection. (Art being every form of artistic expression that touches me)

So in other words I need to be touched, body heart and soul.

I relate…deeply.

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the storm has passed

or has it

perhaps it’s hiding

in the cracks and crevices

of my subconscious mind

this nothingness is dark

it’s cold here

I can’t sense you

I can’t smell you

where are you

where have you gone

are you locked inside

the storm

or are you the storm

just silently waiting

waiting to end

my light

my energy

my love

me

my once beating heart

bleeds in this stillness

dripping slowly

continuesly

drip upon drip

the thick pool of red at my feet

mother earth in her sorrow

drinks all that falls

sucking my everything

my distorted reflection

slowly sinks

disappearing

into her dirt-filled mouth

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cornelis-rage-nsfw:

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or porcelain skin
her hair is dark
her scent is different
her laugh, contagious
she loves to play
she feels at home
in strange places
she’s warm sand
beating drums
rushing blood
eyes filled with fire
—
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#poetryslutsunited

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the calm

the storm has passed

or has it

perhaps it’s hiding

in the outskirts

of my subconscious mind

—

the nothingness is dark

it’s cold

i can’t sense you

I can’t smell you

where are you

where have you gone

are you locked inside the storm

are you the storm

—

silent and waiting

waiting to end

my light

my energy

my love

me

—

my once beating heart

bleeds in this stillness

dripping slowly

continuously

drip upon drip

the large pool of red

at my feet

—

Mother Earth

with sorrow

drinks all that falls

sucking my everything

my distorted reflection

slowly sinks

into her dirt-filled

mouth

—

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This ancient city haunts
She lures you with her secrets

You prowl through her dusty and dark veins, flowing towards her beating yet broken heart

Ghosts from centuries past, enter you, casting images in your mind, with dreams…with nightmares

Hedonistic spirits possess your modern day vessel, stripping away any inhibitions

Seduced by the past

Gifted with this present

You are there…hungry and driven to devour the sacred flavors of this mysterious, “City of Ruins.”

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for mama-san

nam-myoho-renge-kyo

nam-myoho-renge-kyo

over and over again

my mother would chant

in a spellbound plangent

voice, an otherworldly

voice, one that wasn’t

her own

I witnessed a mysterious

side of her, a hidden side, one

that I will never fully understand,

nor shall I ever forget

she had a shiny tall black

ebony box, with hand-carved

hinged doors, that would fold

open and expose a very

intriguing divine alter

it had two miniature hanging

lamps on each corner in the

back. there was a dark gray

stone oval bowl on the first

tier for incense ashes, a place

for candles, and a beautiful Japanese

dish for her daily offerings

she would pick the prettiest,

sweetest looking fruit, oftentimes

it was a persimmon, a tangerine,

and if she didn’t have any that

were nice enough, she would

make fresh steamed rice for

Buddha, her spiritual teacher

she would sit upon her knees on

the floor, closing her eyes, then

slowly she would enter a trance-

like state, her foreign words, the tone

in her voice, the look on her face, the

ringing of a tiny bell at precisely the

right time, all while the incense

floating ghostly through the still air

her rhythmic breaths, warmed her

sacred beads, as her praying hands

held them, caressing them, gently

kneading them, in her smooth

loving hands

nam-myoho-renge-kyo

nam-myoho-renge-kyo

these intimate ceremonies

still reverberate through my

bones, and continue to feed

my soul, yes, I too was blessed

during these sacred times

I watched her in awe, never

making a single sound,

feeling deeply honored that she

trusted me, only me, to peek

into the depths of her ancient soul

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Nymph

•

Barefoot, I would run and whirl

waking the jungle’s silent sanctuary

•

laughter always laughter

while playing with tangling

vines and dancing leaves

•

my presence stirred the wild

vegetation into a temporary faze

•

they proceeded with warm love…

tickling palms and sweet offerings

•

I accepted their alluring flowers

and sucked their luscious nectar,

placing one behind my ear

•

the honey streamed slowly and

amorously down my pulsating neck…

•

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your name…

it rips me deep

butterflies and guts

flutter and splat

against my fleshy walls

the rivers and blood flow

feelings of love and death

the smell of rose and rot

the sound of a violin’s cry

~

your name…

howled under the full moon

my breasts desiring you

my nipples begging for you

i squeeze my thighs

tightly against your ears

you cannot hear

the rawness

of my savage being

calling

your name…

~

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Thank you for always supporting me 💕