Passion Wandering Poems

I wonder
about wandering into sacred history

Back
remotely far
in collective memory
before humanity,

When EarthTribe regenerativity
was all compassionately gifted
divinity,

Panentheistically expressed
in ecofeminist panting Earth's
great rapturously gifted
economic ecology
of volcanic overflowing
and infilling...

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Golden spades of lemonades
Grasp the citrus garden.
The blues of berries pardon,
And apples cave my heart in.

Trees spines of vines
Caress my soul of passion.
A splash of...

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Wandering but not lost

              A ctually you do not care for me.
...

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The past sneers at me
Breaking open bottled up memories-
Of years of aimless wanderings,
Of days spent in unbridled passion,
The smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
Wine and...

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Stressed out of the monuments of inclination.
The strokes of desire, her urge sought to relish.
Starved dim in all embodiment of mortality.
The line drawn f discipline...

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I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now,...

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Alone in the night,
 
descending the stairs,
 
I desolate happiness,
 
out of scars
 
The scars of past,
 
and present and future,
 
And the happiness of...

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I'm driving alone in the dead of night,
nothing i can see but what's shining
in front of my headlights.
My favorite song is the only thing i...

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