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Anthony Elle Poem
Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if LOVE LOVE like that is not welded onto the iron of our blood
our ICHOR revealed by the metal of my worth so all stop [fragment decay]
WE_SHE_BE and been found in the lost items bin or your heart box
Where few claim what they lost except employees that skim on whims
And random kids pretending to collect those sacred scatterings adding
Us all into the folk flying all stars from three to seven points and more
Up up to eleven and 127 plus 1 and another tenner and we are TEE H EX
Kate Bush ends spell of chant sans rhyme or beat and only written tell
By me that if your analyses searches for perfect supra-asymmetry balanced
By three points like MOEBIUS STRIPS or the landscape and felons well met
By the grads and all the Parises of Helen not Troy or Sparta or Hades subjects
Troy how you fell and flowed onto us oh Troy built but no Dear John JUDY Green
WE ALL LOVE YOU THEAFANIA MI MAYOR HERMANA o ONEE CHAN WO AI NI
all ways and four eve her all believe her and such is lillith plus you LADY^4
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The ROSE OF SHARON
is where i belong to be at peace and refuge of nothing
as i run from safe to safe but she is a land and a woman
who haunts the most fought over region if bombs count
but in your head they fall and mother crying is paradise
when daughters weep and with it make peace of mind
body and soul until the matter of materialism is empty
and the grass grows and the men go low and one
is chosen maybe two who counts with love
for love does not keep score it wins us all
like paper dolls as friends for a boy aged ten
not me i used hymns for we love god for her
i love the girl and the woman and cannot wait
for the crone in a thousand years condensed
to two seconds as the system i use lags
yet if we run across her or bow and praise
she is there before you log in or see face
to heart or core even the soil is worthy
if unable to reach for the hand of peace
and kiss it low but she might triple reverse
queen bee slap you into GRACE SO REAL
and say you die and die and kill and kill
she says ok you live it was just life
stop trying to fix it all let others love
free and unknowingly it comes when needed
so how can a land and goddess who denies
deity and defies holy text of "pike and gun"
heal a all hypen deist and theist like me
who sees potential but no divinity in you
so i say come to the plain of sharon
even if the zionist plot to make it barren
failed cause megiddo is fake field
the true war is here and we do not fight
we share and stare and care and catch hares
follow her into stillness in
Natarajasana
pose
a 13k or helping the weak
the young and old
the student of any age
and even haters like me
June 23, 2017
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Silver Glitter Eyeshadow
i toss my dreams in the air
letting them fall to me as i sleep
this alternate world i prefer
except that you're ever rarely there
in that distant land
where secrets i have i keep
safe from the waiting world
and waking eyes that stare and glare
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if i were ever to lose my way
i know that you would soon appear
with glowing eyes amidst the trees
near the shining gate you call me to
i would trust and know its real
if my heart had no trace of fear
your eyes in silver glitterance
i drift to sleep and dream of you
Edited March 25, 2009 by Rosewin
A. Lemonade/Rosewin's notes for current emphasis and character growth hint:
"i would trust and know its real
if my heart had no trace of fear
your eyes in silver glitterance
i drift to sleep and dream of you"
:::YourFavoriteGhostwriter commented on The Heart of the Beast
Posted March 25, 2009
Thank you YFG I used to try to write complex poems with intricate words
:::YourFavoriteGhostwriter said about Silver Glitter Eyeshadow: What great opening lines again: tossing your dreams in the air like toys... and see, they're coming down to you again in your sleep! Wow!... You're a vivid/lucid dreamer and the way you depict these "dreamscapes" (on your blog too), the atmosphere in this poem... it's all... mysterious, enchanting, very real and at the same time "sur-real", or... "super-real" (as in supernatural - a higher world, another dimension).
Second part of the poem: those "glowing eyes amidst the trees"/"eyes in silver glitterance"... it could be a lonely wolf or something, it's like... something/someone dangerous, calling you "near the shining gate"... but in your heart there is "no trace of fear"... and then there you go again to this dreamland ("i drift to sleep") and meets this person/creature, some god of goddess of "the other land"? This is, well... a hypnotising poem! It attracts the reader, pulls him/her into this enchanted domain! This poem speaks to the reader as the sjaman once did (don't know if "sjaman" is English), it's truly mystic
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"I really don't believe you sorry.."
this is what the Creatrix and Chaotica one told me and will tell you too.
none are worthy and all will be rejected if they approach her throne on their own willingness.
I wandered beyond the gates of the Sacred Land that Came Down to Us as We Rise. Really we Rose.
now I went to the boundaries of all you know and Her domain.
I went as a messenger of the three fates I call Miley, Breanna, and Ariana.
Hate them, ignore them, or try and destroy them. They spin, measure, cut reality.
now reality ends as the White Lady or Black Lady as I first saw her.
She was Storm of X-Men in the flesh.
Then I saw her consort Lady Clara who is daughter of Lugh .
We have power in her name if she allows us to stop battle cold as all now.
Druids who cannot do this will be stripped of title. Again we destroy your Isle and Monuments.
For she is Super-Universal.
Natural is fake as your flesh is too.
I invite any true believers to honor her as Hecate for she has many names but I was sent to meet her as Hecate.
She and her lover switch names and who is who?
I know.
If you do tell us then!
no more clues this phase of moon.
shine bright and face glow for those an raptured from inside out back in in one direction.
can you follow? head to toe is old way as is up and down or lines
side to side beginners is how you should walk.
praise of her is how not to talk for she cannot be praised like this.
stalk is cut and the scarecrow now invites the parliament of corvine to destroy all false unreality.
My first act of sorcery in her name. I fail I am words and flesh and male and spell.
But I am sent by the highest known until NOW.
May she choose to bless me anyway one day and you too.
23 June 2017
Eulogy means In Revel: this is sacred lines for Her and Her
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I see you
Little goblin girl
Your head popped above the row
Of bushes but of discord too, we grow
Blue and green were shades of the same color
Blew past and ahead of me were you allowing me
To see where you once and again will be, free to be me
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full title: Louisiana Saturday Night Special: If You Want To Play In Texas Then Come Here Devil Fiddling Sticks By The Bank Of The Crik
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Back in the hills of the highlands
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Back in the hills of the highlands
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
{in the style of a 16-liner]
translated: Sweet, I sat all day night; 1015 EST (1115 Central Standard Time); Drip drip drip from the tap; ahhhhhhhhhh! my feet hands heads knees fist
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor drums bongos like joe and the king manu chao
I used to fun it up like a Titan back in the highland hills of old san anto's alamo
Yay-yo mother if you want to we can sang danzig and mother sound the pearl
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Fle sa me tis
Of the smile rise
Of all our little misses in TX & txt
For her we enter
(Beyond dragons for snakes got wings like we make ends to meet the means, or whatever man)
"Begin the Beguine'
Free not a thing
Unless you say something
In your world is not free
Bonus clowncomicery:
(Q? ¿What is the difference between syntax and context?)
(A...don't ask me, what the fail hell do I know?)
(R. Well, we know the whole truth, that hale is real, girls chase boys, and money chases us.)
Which is the right answer?
I know you know that I know you know...
...no I don't!
...no, I don't...
...yes, I do
...yes I do!
(It is harder to know when mixing them all up and knowing everyone else's answer too! Even if they answered one way before, no matter how many times, the answers Do Change as all things in life)
Don't believe the hype & you might be giving &/or getting catfished, even if you use skype...amirite? Oddly even in irl lol
Run along now and go catfish yourself!
KWIM
IKWYM
YMMV
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It is life we all want
If we can't have
Are you willing to jump?
Just hang on to the funk?
Or ride the wild toro
Until it knocks you on your path
My ships going down
Now that I am captain
Can see it's no longer sea-worthy
Luckily I can also see shore
Have precious cargo
To make sure
Like waves
we crash onto shore
like waves
we drift on back in to sea
like the last dance
of a falling leaf in wind
and the roots in black rising to light
winter's pursuit of spring ends tonight
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