poetry, power, psychic poetry

Soul-Tribe

Bring me to my tribe,
where first looks turn into starry eyes,
of the cosmic similarities
We share inside.

I have let the heat of my difference go untouched;
in fear that the warmth of who I am is too much.

It feels like protecting yourself
when your arms are lopped off.
Like the sculpture of Venus de Milo,
you continue to stand bravely,
Taking every verbal cut and scoff.

I don’t want this wear
to mold me into someone
I am not.
Bring me to my tribe,
enough I have fought.

 

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poetry, power, psychic poetry

The Concord

The concord of thoughts swell my head into a fusion of sensory suffocation.

Pop; goes those aware.

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Wicked Wishes

What if I told you that it is the thought of your mouth behind my ear and your hand in mine that keep the demons at bay?

Would it make a difference if you knew the moments I recall, the forgotten sensations I summon, before I climax?

Is it too much to mention, the fear I have that our lives will continually cross paths?

What consequences would occur, if I asked that the timeline of our brief love be left in the past?

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Birthday Gift

Life gets messy and that’s ok, that’s how the magic gets in – through the cracks.

So come undone.

Unravel.

Embrace your fraying edges. Because the thing is you’ll never be ready, at least not for the important things, not for the things that take courage.

–Kristin Lohr

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The Presence of Attraction and Desire

The presence of attraction should never be in competition with your need for a certain relationship.

If one is absent the other will never be powerful enough to satisfy the missing void.

Work with the formula.

Donโ€™t force and answer to fit it.

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Love #011

I want to know your eyes after they have lost their spark.

I don’t know what that is.

I’m not there yet.

But what I see is a disposition.

Perhaps an assertiveness, or maybe a wisdom, found only after witnessing Death’s door.

Maybe it comes from a tiredness of being young and malleable.

Maybe it is a little more haunting than that.

Whatever it is; it is the thing that drives you now.

 

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