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Passing Presence

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Yearning, for something perhaps beyond my reach, a heart to set free, protect, and safe keep. I’m filtering, not listening, to foolish unpracticed teachers preach. Your spirit creature; soul leeches, smokescreen features, pretending you’re my imprint. I beseech you, keep your distance. Please, just let me be. Perched on these, ragged, rugged, windy leaves, I watch a savage sea rock a bleeding beach. I throw caution to a sinking breeze, whispering wishes for endless sleep.

Darkness pulls me in, wrapping me in velvet lone, you come in and rush, I go out slowly on my own. I don’t know what keeps me here, cold cords like puppet strings. Working through sullied motions, unfolding broken stars the daybreak brings. Touching scars, I pause, inbetween faltered breathing, with your lies you try to reel me in; drown me in your seething; seal me in a room with sickly witching djinns. I’m refusing. Unravelling your fabled myths, I’m standing, fearless, over delivering.

three wishes

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My soul is a mirage, floating in a blurred place, mirror image reflective, reflecting a blessed resting space. Your smiling face, wondering if you’re real, whether your words are trans: ported, posed, lated, to my fate. Our collated states, transmitting empty crates, restless dates. Transit.  

Breaking away from traditional aims, each day a fictional game is staged. A different sort of exposure, inextricably the same kind of pain, claiming closure in amalgamated planes, unpainting stains, you return to me changed each time I say your name again. Maimed memories. Frozen, stilled in a frame while his presence, very essence: a fleet of pointing vanes, craving every pulse tingling, pulsating vein.

Broken meanders, I surrender. His double helix shelters, protects, we land there. His petals are pearls, twin peaks seeking freedom from belief, it’s no fairytale thing he thinks, once upon a rhyme is not for him, but I’m here. Waiting. Fixated. Elated. Pupils dilated… You’ll mark easy, imagining skin, flesh light, breezy, kisses simpled by ink. Sampled within, floating, cursive, tattoo me with your breathing. Breathe in. Let me feel in, this feeling, stealing, sealing god willings. Your truths belonging to me secretly, obediently, deviantly, you lean into me.

It starts, and ends, with you.

gypsy moon

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You’re screaming from the ceiling,
a ceaseless being,
deeming me dream eternities,
seeing meanings demeaned,
your demeanour is a dark tea,
bitter sweet,
littered with glistening,
crushing defeats,
a long sleep,
your beauty is kiss deep
incomplete.

Pitched in three feet,
skin obsolete,
you’re creeping in,
visibly I feel your cold heat,
I puncture the air with rasps, gasps,
breathing uneasy keys,
keeping me from keeling,
sealing demons,
stealing sermons,
this exorcise is capsizing,
as you try to take me.

I see your eyes,
lines of lies tracing,
tracking, broken time,
splits defined,
rewriting spells as scrolls,
as blank history finds,
every little fragment,
was a con sent,
a dying concept,
defying this space is shy,
you deny my rights,
my purity fights,
thinking, stuttering mutterings,
repercussioning,
this little light of mine.

zenzizenzizenic

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Your page sir : my liege : is in contrarily most vexed, pressed rice for dressed blessings tests some next flex messing wrecks, battling sexes : sick exes : I am lost in your vortex: your cortex : your core text : every word a stalking whore fest, every perplexing angle is a hex manifested in correct: missed context : contentious : content is us : content us : is dichotomous. Failed bullets bubbling from holes out your neck. Distressed.  Eject. EJECT-EJECT! All consuming depths, tumbling decks like a house of cards bleeding broken into a cascade of open surgery hearts.

You forget me with a capital M, when you should be leaving the rest of them…

Crestfallen, remembering caresses undressing innocent skin, my I you digest : die in jest : like I’m under arrest : staring at naked spirits within. You read me my rights yet I stay on your left, melting, bereft of heart strings, you mark my words as you follow through, debating. Serenades, stilling. I’m whispering, inside my soul to keep me, believing, I’m every thing I want to be, I’ll progress my achieving, I refuse to be something, that I’m simply not breathing, you can’t mould me, into a being you conceive by stealing false teachings. Son of a… preaching man, your nature’s deceiving, a soliloquy delineating memories denied as untrue, cookied fortune crumbles into mumbling prince of thieves I’d die for you.

Set free from delivering a future I thought was me and…

You protect me, Lord only knows why. All your voices are blind, fumbling in the dark with nothing to find. I was right here, the whole time. Sway me. Language of courting and courtesy. I gave you mercy. Fierce kisses. Curtseys. Were you worthy? Lamenting love, chalice of fallacy challenges your alleged tragedies: I’m not dumb. A means to an end devoted to incentive led outcomes, sensitive as molten lead then molesting originals…

Suggestive subliminals, my heavenly is…

Holding me at arm’s length, disclosing close proximities, you’re limited, brimming with disingenuities. Am I making sense? You. A malicious genius emanating incongruities, desperate disparity despairs my discontinuity, a spare part, this par pares a con par laying I was the only one, I guess shallow clarity is better than none, the less, I dismantle your obscurities and wish you be gone. Propelling security selling insecurities all along, your pretending maturity, false sense of purity, locking on to a point blank canvas first…

Scurge of the earth fussing for second desserts…

It hurts.  A lot is too little: a brittle fate is too much to take.  Sedated. I wake.  Ninety nine days too late: a plaster on your wound switching back to hate: too stubborn to wait, choosing imperfections, an empty crate filled with bottles overflowing space. Stitching heavens, losing direction, my affection disaffected, mingle and mangle into a painted face unredeemed.

… and in a dream nothing in words is anything it seems…

You : my : side : now : said Adam to Eve. I want you : beyond the biblical : Made her Lucifer leave. Reckless : fair : weathered. Her she being deceived : a tale as old as time muttered the beast. Playing baitly : daily : slaying maybe. Troubled : paradise : bereaved. Paired dice scattering treble tongues swiftly deceased. Killed him sweetly : clipped : wings : ceased, to flutter beneath : wind sings stinging : billowing willows demeaned : cyclical tail feathers : sick little tale pedlars : ruffled fables released…

I’m on : a see : saw
if you : feel me
believe

nothin’ but your beauty

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f r e e f a l l i n g
hyperbole
you refused to
u n d e r s t a n d
me
evidently,
clearly,
i see my
s h a d o w
now, in the pouring rain,
outlines in water for impression’s sake
all you saw was the,
o u t s i d e
judging my art by your mistakes,
you’re just a child,
attempting
e s c a p e
it’s not right, but it’s okay,
it’s time to
r e s h a p e
my
g r a c e

most merciful

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turquoise eyes,
guide my tears running down translucent cheeks,

headaches everlasting:
a feeling, in the pit of my stomach
unsleeps.

Helpless.
Nothing can be done,
it’s out,
of our hands:

every prayer is welcomed,
that’s all we have now.
Fixated by fate,
for every unrhyming twist
there’s a reason beyond doubt,

it favours faith.
Trusting,
there is more than nothing,
is the test we’re left to face,
into very submission,
we bow separated from listening spirits,

insha’allah
whispered through shifting symbolism:
vowed interpretation,
Arabic incantation repeated through tears,
automatic pilot seated through fears,
rooted too deep into a stream of consciousness I sleep,
sad syllables even in my dreams,

a slate that appears to never wipe clean.