a few moments pleasei will pull myself together,
thank you
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Heart's Pointing Needleinside my throat there's a bulletHeart's Pointing Needle
and its aimed at something- i'm always unaware of.
i kill and drop like flies- because this black powder
inside me, isn't mine.
a cape over my heart- a blanket snapped in the wind, when there is one [wind]. and my only hopes tattering, are still flickering in the sky.
could they be worth a few eyes?
kaleidoscopic shattered glass
crunchy prickly colored grass. a bundled child is passing over my hearts needle-
one good idea- lets points
toward something- more beautiful.
what to, where to? wake up th
by ~jovegathering
Breath of CenturiesCity workers placing gaurd rails to protect their sons and daughters,Breath of Centuries
Sidewalks so they may walk and breath. I walk with words to care for the
Breath of life to read, with sons and daughers of which I am no kin by
Touch of pregnancy, but through the breath of centuries-
Organic compounds spread and lifted from the soils of which we eat,
The rythym in the breath of living; with no judgement creates the progeny,
The light in thought of ease, the lack of fight and companionship
With our mothered nature.
Not alone am I when I am fulminating growth, thunder
by ~jovegathering
The Hopkinton CommonsEarly afternoon pastoral and fresh, on white posts we prop Ourselves sit sun-streaked upon ripples of openings,The Hopkinton Commons
Perforations filled by the long bends of slanted sun, Supports that keep structure to the lift of summer air.
As light lays upon the rolling hills of our bodies, As bottoms rest peacefully upon gazebos
Middled in old cement.
Nature's kaleidoscope;
Projection symmetries onto the ceiling,
Lineations of the atmosphere interchange
By the lense of each passing hour.
As flower petals and tree bushes grow quiet,
We are privileged to the scented col
by ~jovegathering
We Rich in our ColorAfterwordsWe Rich in our Color
recluse the harlotry, eyeball you long faces hidden in holism, to them unbeknownst to noses normalized,
of their breathe still lingers foggy windows, fading slowly
stepping inside waiting in the common room their long faces, peering out the windows, lifted my heels over each crack of the sidewalk as they memorized hexagons of my figure
through a slideshotting chainning link fence
bordering their yard these are territorial I walk to the porch, i dont have to knock the floors, theyre moving theyll take you where you
by ~jovegathering
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if only tonight we could sleep..
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The school bell is a B natural while the toilets flush in E flat.
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"Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live."
-Oscar Wilde
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Don't Hate and Fear, for They follow you in the shadows, until your death is done!
As time goes by...I will know more...By the time I die...I will feel more...
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