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Self Resurrection

I healed from my past
Looking back I can now laugh
Never paying revenge to tame my ego
The debts I paid were illegal

Hands on my body that made me cry
My story, I was taught to deny
So low, the ground was above me
No one cared to dig me free

I found a tool to dig my way out
Pen in my pocket I began to shout
As I began to scribe on my tomb
The seals began to break as if I were in a womb

Today there's a burning fire...within me

Today there is a burning fire within me
to compose a newer kind of poetry
that ignites infallible minds of humanity

such a kind of poetry
where two beloveds
face one another

as one smiles
balloons of kisses fly
crowds in great abandon....
hide behind a veil of time

no clouds are needed
all want an audience blind

so be it my way to say
stay
do read my desires
once in a way...

have an exotic night or day
where ever you are...
you may...
this is my thought for today

My Love My Rotting Leaves (Part 2 Collaborative)

a witch doctor was listed
in my "Book Of Shadows" here
to call upon his services
it was high time 'twas clear

he arrived at midnight
upon the witching hour
in full witch Dr. regalia
he, feeling his full power

setting a black cloth on the table
to hold my beloved so dear
next to gather essential items
for the dark spell so drear'

Witch doctor Mumbo-Jumbo
is pretty good I hear
He's filled the air with magic
and drunk a case of beer

My Love My Rotting Leaves

Apples are no treat for me
(or anyone really)
nothing to excite,
nothing like chocolate.

Chocolate for my cache
(a bag full)
on October 31
and Scarlet in her blue windbreaker.

Water towers reach high up
(and so did I)
behind her head for a hand
of fine blonde hair.

Oak trees all around the silver thing
with graffiti all over,
our name up there somewhere,
but the aroma of rotting leaves…

My Love, My Rotting Leaves (Part 2 round robin)

My Love, My Rotting Leaves pt.#2

a witch doctor was listed
in my "Book Of Shadows" here
to call upon his services
it was high time 'twas clear

he arrived at midnight
upon the witching hour
in full witch Dr. regalia
he, feeling his full power

setting a black cloth on the table
to hold my beloved so dear
next to gather essential items
for the dark spell so drear'

end Candlewitch
begin Geezer

Free Spirited

She danced under the moonlight
with joy
She felt so alive
Even as she slept
Calmly through the night
Abuseful days no more
Now that she has grown up into a beautiful princess.

The universe poured her blessings
Manifestations of goodness
One by one they came
All the hard work of endurance
The weary nights
Thousand pages just staring bright
Education became the bridge of light!

DREAM NOT OF DEATH

I find many darker poets surfacing poor stamina to face adversity take not to heart of that you wouldn't know nor care to
be the elixir of romance promote love and dance see in my dream last night she came running hugged me tight she was always in broad daylight wanted to be someone's wife maybe mine
She left after a long night and smiled dripped
how I wish you were mine

My eyes wide open by now fully awake
she flies as does a Queenie honey bee...

Will come again another night
will wait for me thee

Anywhere With You

I shouldn’t,
But I do

I think I’d do anything for you.

I’d go anywhere

Say anything

If you told me to never talk to you again,
I would

I think it might kill me,
But for you anything

You could tell me to pack up and come to you,
I’m on the next flight out.

I’d change me name,
Dye my hair,
Burn my clothes,
If you told me to

I hope you wouldn’t ask me to,
I hope you’d accept me for me,
And love me unconditionally.

My Love, My Rotting Leaves pt.#2 (round robin)

My Love, My Rotting Leaves pt.#2

a witch doctor was listed
in my "Book Of Shadows" here
to call upon his services
it was high time 'twas clear

he arrived at midnight
upon the witching hour
in full witch Dr. regalia
he, feeling his full power

setting a black cloth on the table
to hold my beloved so dear
next to gather essential items
for the dark spell so drear'

I CAN FEEL YOU

I can feel your love everywhere
like a cloud in the sky
I will always hop on
I will relax in
the scent of your love

Like the fragrance of jasmine
your love is alluring
I see the beauty of your face
and I will always love you
never stopping

Whenever you are near
your presence electrifies me
I am so happy
like a baby at the breast
your baby boy

I can feel you all day
I think about you constantly
I wonder what it would be like
curious and refreshed
I am yours always

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