Born into the hands of my country.
Those hands revealed much, and concealed even more.
Their bloodied palms transposed contradictions, still living within me.
Born into the hands of my country.
Those hands revealed much, and concealed even more.
Their bloodied palms transposed contradictions, still living within me.
Set me free
Love is my
Suppository
Set me free
Love is my
Suppository
A tentacle’s grin
When prize ensnares in claw.
It jostles the people
Learning to stand - But
Quite unwilling to fall.
Howls blast through
Open ears waiting
To hear the floodgate’s call.
Spread into vestibules
Letting water cleanse
Until, there is nothing at all.
#poetry
A tentacle’s grin
When prize ensnares in claw.
It jostles the people
Learning to stand - But
Quite unwilling to fall.
Howls blast through
Open ears waiting
To hear the floodgate’s call.
Spread into vestibules
Letting water cleanse
Until, there is nothing at all.
#poetry
#obstreperous vines
may block out light
from time to time.
Still, to hang
from this resolute frame
both stretched and
eternally held; divine.
#vss365
#obstreperous vines
may block out light
from time to time.
Still, to hang
from this resolute frame
both stretched and
eternally held; divine.
#vss365
the #rigamarole:
The answers, lengthy
The rabbits, unknown.
Lead me through
Depths, aplenty.
Nightmares vast,
Pleasureful pennies.
Sail me into
A bubbling fountain,
A bounding wish:
Gold in the mountain.
#vss365
the #rigamarole:
The answers, lengthy
The rabbits, unknown.
Lead me through
Depths, aplenty.
Nightmares vast,
Pleasureful pennies.
Sail me into
A bubbling fountain,
A bounding wish:
Gold in the mountain.
#vss365
layers of
skin.
Wallpaper
concealing
feelings
within.
#Incognito
wishes
unfurl.
With each tear,
painful revelry,
inching closer
to integrity.
#vss365
layers of
skin.
Wallpaper
concealing
feelings
within.
#Incognito
wishes
unfurl.
With each tear,
painful revelry,
inching closer
to integrity.
#vss365
watching the ocean
creep closer.
Eyes close, doze.
Startle upon concrete
my keys: airborne.
We fan out wide,
a child singing
calls forth my loss.
Both hands unfurled,
traveling below ground:
The fringe of reality
within a dream.
#vss365
watching the ocean
creep closer.
Eyes close, doze.
Startle upon concrete
my keys: airborne.
We fan out wide,
a child singing
calls forth my loss.
Both hands unfurled,
traveling below ground:
The fringe of reality
within a dream.
#vss365
Implicit
#Thoroughbred,
Well-read
Get with it.
T’aint the wealth
But discipline
To hoard it well,
Won’t let
Them sniff it.
Money doesn’t
Bake my biscuit
But when I rise
God knows
I’ll get it.
#vss365
Implicit
#Thoroughbred,
Well-read
Get with it.
T’aint the wealth
But discipline
To hoard it well,
Won’t let
Them sniff it.
Money doesn’t
Bake my biscuit
But when I rise
God knows
I’ll get it.
#vss365
Taking back the reins.
Centered on your stead-
No limits that remain.
A special kind of balance,
No heaviness in heels
A practice cool and sober
That confidence conceals.
#vss365
Taking back the reins.
Centered on your stead-
No limits that remain.
A special kind of balance,
No heaviness in heels
A practice cool and sober
That confidence conceals.
#vss365