Breeched Poems - Poems about Breeched

...He went on an ayahuasca retreat searching for that magical seed to lead him up the stalk to his soul's treasury. This white-collar fellow with money to burn sitting before an old shaman, who'd ......

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...Do I know who I am? Who am I? In the space in this place at the Clearing? What am I am some of Us after THEY decided everything In their favor! NEW WORLD ORDER! NOW we survive for the New Order......

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...Day-223 “I Am Your Constitution” In the wee hours of the night There came a pounding on my door Up from my bed I rose Who’s that pounding on my door? Why are you pounding on my door? ......

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...It whispers that you were once here.. it must have been grand in its day keeping things in and others at bay- Giving you a sense of{false} security a boundary never to be breeched a sense of p......

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...I breeched her black lace dream as she nibbled the edges off the knight she spun a silver prayer wheel with red lipstick sighs at sunrise we shared a pot......

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...I walk the streets of heaven all alone blinded by the alabaster GOLD searching for the God of endless names. The streets are empty under quarantine the clouds all closed no angels in the flu......

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...The Dry Dispatches To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge, No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens, as human bones h......

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...You have given me my armor; such that it has never been pierced you have given me my sword; such that it has been tempered ......

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...She's collecting tattoos at a rapid pace. How many is to many, it's hard to say. Sometimes I think they're just a distant sign. From a clouded spirit, a distant cry. Pigmented therapy for long lo......

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...Ganesh in the Deeply Dark (Dawn) I sit, sullen in this hot tub, grown warm. Here, I sit, grown cold, grown old. The stars seem dim, though neatly arranged. The dead leaves, ha......

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...Amidst the rushed ripples of life. Something brushed darkness deep into his eyes. Weeping violets, gentle blacks, wondrous blues. A couple of almost stars danced like midnight dew. yet... Pe......

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...We talk with disdain of rats that leave a sinking ship. In truth do vermin, ingloriously called, feel they have to leave their homes, secret places wherein they secured their children, in cowardi......

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...The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh, trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra, saying with thri......

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...In times of retrospection we discover The miles our vagrant compass trekked Silent horrors from which we recovered What be righteous or unworthy we assess For to all children life is not toys ......

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...Sanctuary breeched Stole cube of ice you hold dear Grasping your power Season weakens you Seething and stabbing my palm Fighting against clutch Ceded power now Few months away, cold reveng......

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