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[fromawithlovex]

How do we rest?

Knowing the end draws near

The time is around the corner

And my mind draws unclear

Clouds and rain

In between my nose

Lightning around my neck,

A place of quiet just around the eyes -

To be drenched in a storm of wet

Heat waves up inside my throat,

Warm suns’ drip onto my tongue,

Humidity fogs the forecast

And I am

Undone,

Between the temples

Demons wrestle,

Pushing at me

A parasol in the wind

I catch on tight,

Bleed for air

All when we cannot know,

What we might

Is this the right thing God?

Am I acting as I should?

The waves of spitting shores

Blind me as I pray

I’m judged by every Pharisee

And I cannot see the way

I wrestle in the low tide

Calm shores are ahead

But the battleground

Hails down

And has no need for give

Peace is coming

A silence

I cannot speak

Let me wait for

Clear skies

Days of calm

And open ocean

Soft cloud springs

Lilllies on the lake

When I am settled

Within my heart

And

Have no need

To fight

[fromawithlovex]

Eat my sex - A.A.

Flowers bloom -

In place of you,

Like broken marble;

A Rose,

Bursting through,

I faint -

Hold on tight,

As memories flood

Waters' gate

I hold back -

In spite,

Once again,

A tattered novel

I become;

Tainted,

Ripped and tortured,

And I once again

Succumbed,

But no matter -

I win,

Chalice gleaming,

More wine,

A sensuous feeling?

Lips part,

Am I dreaming?

A dusty skull

I clasp,

Unreeling,

As the nails of fate

Scrape down my soul,

The hole,

Where I buried myself,

Is gone,

I wait

I smile,

Like a Phoenix I died,

My head held high,

Walking like a queen to the fiery inbetween,

Gasping

For things unseen.

[fromawithlovex]

Help Less

Flames flicker in my blood

I still beat in time to your rhythm

A faint drum inside my head

A course of empty rivers chasm

Meet me at the doorway

So I may shut you out

Lock the door forever

With no choice but to shout

I'd leave you dead and decaying

A watery mess of guts and skin

A pool of blackness

Where I would never win

Menacing eyes come through

Paintings in which

I always

See you

Faces of old decrepid demons

Fighting for light in shadows of hell

I walk slowly to the path in flight

An unsuspecting girl

My wrists are chained my hair is cut

But still my soul intact

I may rise another Phoenix

And you stay

Helpless

[fromawithlovex]

Cup of tea

a cup of tea in the morning 

could mean something different to both of us,

if it scolds the lips 

and burns the ends of your fingertips 

then surely the carelessness 

of the maker in question 

doesn’t have time to wait for your patience,

if the words that they speak 

come out whispered and meek 

then the lines that they write 

will hold back in their spite,

a laugh could shatter 

the china at the night,

but come at me slowly and your chance is alright,

make believe in the story 

I’ll hold you closely,

never again say the words of the coast sea,

as out there you can lose yourself in the wave

easily 

i am a fire an earth and air 

my crown never falls 

and my grace is quite clear, 

moving through motions 

i dance to the potions

and hear not the words of the mass

in their commotions, 

sleeplessness as I rest on your chest,

another morning gone with not a faint of regret

the tonic is gone 

and the moon follows on,

and I carry on

a wanderer at one. 

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