Cactus Soul

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All I want is pure,

sincere, genuine love.

True love.

Love that is beyond care 

of trivialities.

Pure &Blind.

That is stripped & bare & naked &wholesome

& warm

& kind.

Put your arms around me.

Hold me close & tightly.

Close your eyes to stay blind.

Put your arms around me.

Hold me close & tightly.

Close your eyes to stay blind.

Around me.

Close & tightly.

stay blind.

tight

closely

stay blind.

Hearts binding.

Beating & binding 

& blind.

Stripped & bare 

& naked 

& wholesome & warm 

& kind. 

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'age'

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———————————————— 0000000000000000000000000000 ————————————————— your heart’s sown its behemothic head in the deepest part of a silent caves vacancy your hearts ubiquitous hands have entranced the darkest part of it’s concavity, naturally . & seeping into you; your eyes can see, your veins 

can feel sorrow, joy, beauty, enigma & the silent

cosmic ocean of dark rainbows that lies and belongs

within me, inherently .         perpetually surrendering &

leaving open wombs for you to drown in the purity  & intensity & ambiance of feeling, like water; or a  potent drug - medicine , winding - the sikhs samsaras clouds of poignant , surging ecstasy  rushing in the orifice, a hole. like flaming, serious sex. magnetic & bloody energy

reflex in the dark - roots , tightening - 

& tangible chakras resonate love’s sublime music 

& echoes and incandescence glows down temples  wet chamber walls; laughing, smiling, dancing & casting silhouettes with the stamping of burning  feet in the breasts and depths of my nude soul ————————————————————- 0000000000000000000000000000000000 ——————————————————

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liverpool by moonlight - atkinson grimshaw

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a windy day , david cox

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frank bramley - a hopeless dawn

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Sickert - nudes

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edward stott

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the essence of poetry is still alive 

in my intuition, yet i am

confronted by the limitations of literacy. 

creating something finite, from infinity, &

endless alchemy for the right words,

& trying to express the true essence of the 

life within me. 

I meditate & I am a sun flower, 

consciousness towards the sound of music;

my arms are like pestles spiraling outwards 

towards the sun.

The consciousness is inextricable to my senses, 

it's tangible ; 

& the stigma in my chests sprouts, enriched, 

growing into the dense fog

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—————————————------ 0000000000000000000000000000 ————————————————— your heart’s sown it’s behemothic head in the deepest part of a silent caves vacancy your hearts ubiquitous hands have entranced the darkest part of it’s concavity, naturally . & seeping into you; your eyes can see, your veins 

can feel sorrow, joy, beauty, enigma & the silent

cosmic ocean of dark rainbows that lies and belongs

within me, inherently .           perpetually surrendering &

leaving open wombs for you to drown in the purity  & intensity & ambiance of feeling, like water; or a  potent drug - medicine , winding - the sikhs samsara’s clouds of poignant , surging ecstasy  rushing in the orifice, a hole. like flaming, serious sex. magnetic & bloody energy  reflex in the dark - roots , tightening -  & tangible chakras resonate love’s sublime music  & echoes and incandescence glows down temples  wet chamber walls; laughing, smiling, dancing & casting silhouettes with the stamping of burning  feet in the breasts and depths of my nude soul ————————————————————- 0000000000000000000000000000000000 ——————————————————

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the hearts slow perpetual surrender ; the silent, beating chests like the ambiance, of soft winds from white birds wings gliding, and the invisible vibrations  from the breasts  of Buddhist temple halls and doors wide open. hearing, listening, falling to the echo of your footsteps in my soul.

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the hearts slow perpetual surrender ; the silent, beating chests like the ambiance, of soft winds from white birds wings gliding, and the invisible vibrations  from the breasts  of Buddhist temple halls and doors wide open. hearing, listening, falling to the echo of your footsteps in my soul.

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POEM.

I am aware of the clouds that pass,  & yet there is no light for us, only azure void & aching tenderness, that unfulfilled glory that creates a concave in the chest & the sky. And your polarized magnet to the  armor of my heart weakens as our paths pull away. That distaste in my brain; the poignant intensity, that constant nagging & burden of the pain & heaviness of my memories. And the terror of women creates erratic electricity, but is up-taken by medicine, & for the sour tears to sink into my veins. To drown into the enigma &  revel in my own self destruction,  and am imprisoned by neurons and illusions, fake visions &  my dreams of what could be. If all my life was reveled, and settled in love, true love, and melting by holding you.

CactusSoul.

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moi

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Why do you bother

to stick around, 

aren't you sick

of what you've found

in me now?

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a soft chill

a cloudless sky

washing lines 

and roof tops

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I am fatuous for you, 

Do not deny me; the 

epitome of the so

craved phenobarbitome. 

Let love intercede, 

but still bring passion 

and pain; an intemperate game

a-mist quintessence.