Long Priestesses Poems

(for: them who are ever there!)

these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …

I 
Your voice speaks in the silence of the night
To...

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Women, secret priestesses of the soul and undying dream,
Whispering ancestral secrets woven in the threads of destiny,
Knowing men like parchments deciphered under the full moon’s glow,
Understanding every hidden longing, each impenetrable dream, and every unspoken...

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Brutus Iulius Trois page 08 

Suddenly stillness all sounds silenced  the last pirate slain.
From the bowels of the Tireme came cheers that grew louder
From men newly freed from their enslavement  to the Thracian...

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It was a time of change for the islanders
a time of letting go
a time of ending things
a time of confusion
a time of saying no
a time when love died

It was a time of change for the...

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The night before the longest day a man
Went walking on the chalk path on the hill
Collecting stars. He had a little pan
To sift them as they fall, for fall they will

Some crumble quickly into silver...

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It took very little to make us happy
young and intoxicated with feeling
high on the thought of holding one
another, embracing our way to 
madness, another bite of the apple
we were deeply in love. 

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" Vennesa" Beautiful Butterfly..
A Feminin of Venus Godes of Love..
" Artii" Is Light.. Shining White  Light.. 
Generous.. Kind and Bright...
Great Vision Of Balance In Life.. 
Prefection And With Garce..
Grounded  Determined Virgo...
With A Charisma...

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Should I come for you when night has fallen...
Shall I call your name when twilight descends...
Will temple bells hold you as dusk deepens...
Will the Royal Priestesses be with you when I come...

Will your eyes remember...

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You were not celestial Cupid, and because they
Are wounded; you were most than those earthly ghosts
Brought down hearts by becoming Tartarus’ mastery;
That was purified by sufferings and misfortunes;
Some striking with long orgasms or others become...

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There is a river flows eternal, 
Cutting swathes through sands aflame, 
Bisecting the ragged shanties, 
Sweeping tides of ancient glory, 
Whispering fluidly her name.

There are pyramids keeping secrets 
Of the dead they nurse inside, 
Concealing...

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She is not just images of starving children with bellies bloated with air 
She is not just dry faces and tattered clothes with flies circling her hair 
She is not just voodoo priestesses 
drinking the...

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You say I’m a pagan,
playing a lute in deep moonlight;
playing tunes that revere Mother Nature.

You say I’m a wizard,
because I can read your palms,
and tell what is in store for you
in the future, 
whether sweet...

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High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
  My comrades and I hereby present our observations

In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
  That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt

We see...

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Behold Queen of Priestesses 
I bow my head in your sanctuary
Of cool stone, circling your obelisk 
Receiving roses and papyrus
to cover my breasts
of aching love and thorns 
Glyphs pierce my skin 

I thank you for...

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iPhone Maniacs

crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs
truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas
creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels
white nylon ghost legs roam outer space in latex leotards
metacarpal syringes find...

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The vomit stench of fellatio 
reeks from the webcam
as the living dirt approaches.

She is so free from restraint:
goodbye natural law
and biblically derived morality,
for the personalism of the baphomet.

The Jesus concept overturned for the harlot
--she loves...

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