There are moments of wondrous beauty, to be found within the silences between the notes. In life, as in #music, we become the song itself. #vss365

Balefire fragrant Beacons Myrrh rises in Loquacious coils Impelling. Copper-breasted Godlings Glide sand Gracious as Herb and Honey Cresting raw Cinnamon-swells. #poem

Profanity of state tortured confessions, what secret wisdom to be found, beneath the wordless desperation, inhuman cacophony of sound Ever so for terror over truth, what good should look again, upon a hand that burned another, ripped away the innocence from youth #CStarPrompts

to the thirst the leaf curls her tiny hand holding the morns dew for its coming she can see it smell it her mother tree sways anxious

decayed the garbage the bags that carry this rot man made n we programmed good lil robots n our plastic bags our minds loop get a grip get a grip get a grip

Dying carp biting air in the damp grass, River recedes. No matter. Limp fish sleep in the weeds The sun dries me as I dance

dammed and so damned he sat pockets weighted contemplating, a lost art deontological shifting horizons the leaves, tinged purple the darkness perceived nought but thought the flesh, starved the wolves will not eat tonight

山は動くはずもなくて あいも変わらず立ちはだかる 七色の虹溶けだして 黒い雲にそう追われてる 雷はまだ見てないが そろそろ空に光るんだろう 孤独な部屋を照らしてさ 自分の影も白くなる [MAZY BLUES]

dangerous bestial nature prediction warned and waned to the post to the wall legs bound and you thought This would be art.

I, merely existing passport denied the bathtub a sailboat a red pond, damned I suppose one would say and lamentations of who could have been great.

(petitgrain, musk, fleur d'orange then the wave of sudden amber shading the scent and a sprinkle of warm blue rain from May's softest clouds)

#Ashverse We drank our marriage on the rocks Kept the bottle, threw the baby Filled the glass time and again, Never smashing, only smashed Making every shot the last one Till the Alcohol sunk a hole And falling down, we drowned emotion Finding nirvana in a sea of numb.

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#vss365 I hear her in the static calling out to me alone in the quiet of night my #kindred self so close yet so far apart she lives in a parallel of my world

barebreasted and back buckled, to the bone a taste of the subversive and come hither I thought it... but; nevermind fantasy, fucking nought bind thee and ne’er free a la vodka life goes on.

this strange obscenity left unhinged from a ruins of broken times aged now advances seizing the mind with unspeakable thoughts weighs heavy up the curvature of the spine this body bent forward scuffles in walk as though shamed

Today a finger, a phone, a dozen words thru the air but I miss yesterday and all the things that weren't there

The silence of listening Lilac sunlight on the edge of words unspoken she sighs a leaf drifts in his eyeline The Power of Fragility footsteps in the rain #DimpleVerse

under a loving gaze seas to sewer sweat and consumption thirty dollar crocodilian in a high rise; my 2 out of 5 economy I swept my neighbour ‘neath the rug with red blessings world peace on leaves I spy, bordering damnation and gold as the chior sings total pitch control