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Mooneyes Shakti Poem
"One does not become conscious by
imagining figures of light, but by making
the darkness conscious."
--C.G. Jung
At the strike of midnight,
my shadow wets my dreams;
A series of thirsty trials,
drains my insanity.
I cry, thrust and moan,
"smash my past...slay destiny!"
Still is my soul;
Still smiling,
as I sip from life's cocktails of
initiation and ecstasy.
My shadow lays with me,
so I'm protected when I sleep.
I'll cut my lovely body,
4 the sake of vanity;
My libra tendencies,
that's fitting for black queen's.
Mindful to stroke and carve in,
my eccentricities.
Where's my roots?
How do I refine me?
Is there a heaven's gate?
Because I feel like
I'm dying.
Interrogating my truth,
inside my core,
about my outer being;
Is feeding the hungry wolf,
same as fools who
graze ideally?
My shadow flows with me,
so I can swim the bluest of seas.
I'll drown all my emotions,
in red wine and purple dreams.
Then create a deeper me,
in2 uncharted mysteries;
A depth so smothering,
in a world that's meant
to breath.
My shadow shines bright lights,
when crap wears inside of me;
The integration of asses will fit tight,
as I squeeze my infinite essence
into a pair of small minded
genes...
Copyright © Mooneyes Shakti | Year Posted 2016
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Mooneyes Shakti Poem
Red roses are so perfect.
My heart explodes with wonder.
I’m feeling myself,
asking my inner prince charming…
for security, companionship,
butterflies and understanding.
To feed all my desires,
cause I’m on fire,
my heart's chanting.
Red roses are so sexy.
I’m in love with our creed.
My other half is so fine,
and I give thee what he needs…
Adoration, compliments;
I reflect his beauty,
we share fantasies.
He woos my path,
he has my back,
'cause my lover’s inside of me.
Self Love Is The Best Love.
Copyright © Mooneyes Shakti | Year Posted 2016
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