EarthMother sacred psalms
invoke reconstructive words
and loving deeds
With Her Sun of universal peace
and unitarian justice
for all living
forgiving CoCreation,
and not Just Us
Who are anything but Other
co-evolving meaning
within one truly sacred HolySpirit,
from biophilic womb
through necrophilic tomb
back to womb
sacredly again repurposing
secular mind embodied
static states of short-term health
relonging for ecstatic stirring
long-term wealth
Wherein even straight White male bodies
systemically appreciate more sustainable peaks
of win/win experience
unflat
unstraight
unwhite
unmale
empowering RightBrain wealthy
enlightening minds
Capable of meaningful passion
for purposeful
and cost-effective
religious passion
invoking sacred exhaled words
Inhaling intelligence
unstraight
unwhite
ecowomanist
warm wombing ways
Restoring Earth's natural justice
through nonviolently peaking communication
Invoking sacred speak experience memories
communing green
and blue
and even nonreactive red
Peace
Mind embodied purposeful
mental/spiritual
biophilic passions
conjoining healthcare
natural spirited
soulful timeless fashions.
Angst
Beneath
Surfaces
Diminishing
Edge
Fear
Ghostly
Harbouring
Iridescent
Jaw
Knocks
Longing
Meander
Necrophilic
Oath
Pits
Quirky
Reticent
Somnorific
Time
Up
Vagrant
Wilderness
Xenolithic
You
Pearled Diana, What dost Thou want from me?
A whirl of fresh air descents from your perfect symmetry
Phantomed voices; dance now my mind vocally
Like statue-esque echos from beloved house Báthory.
For is it truly You, who speaks so woefully?
a portrait; the Goddess bathed in sky filled jewelry,
Nymphomaniac, Necrophilic graced by Death supposedly.
"I - the Filth in Her womb blessed with grave poetry."
or is it but me, isolated by Death's ovary.
Mother Moon, for Thou I refuse it to be!
Now I know Lady death clawed me unknowingly...
This pale seductress in black spectres my anxiety.
Depression, Suicide, The Razor's depravity
Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
In the vaulted mausoleum hear the shriek!
Madeline is wresting free
From her tomb-tied agony.
Hear the rapping, tapping of the Raven-beak,
Rhyming at your chamber door
Tritely, tritely, “Nevermore.”
Hear the necrophilic, dream-drugged poet speak
With inebriated breath:
“Ulalume…Lenore…Red Death!”
Wonder at his lust for wasting, waning, weak
Ebbing women, bloodless-white,
Like Virginia, eyes Death-bright.
Ponder why he only lived to search and seek
Death herself, and loved her true.
Sweetest temptress that he knew.
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