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Drenched in the gold of late afternoon sunlight,
we can begin again.
We are born of the light and the sound of our name.
Born to be the sun's blissful creatures,
leaking out the light for all of the world to see,
carrying the torch to the dead of night,
calling the bones
to take to flesh again,
to love again.
Did you know a smile is a stamp upon the world?
If I leave you a chunk of beauty,
will you promise to carry the torch
as a creature of bliss?
we can begin again.
We are born of the light and the sound of our name.
Born to be the sun's blissful creatures,
leaking out the light for all of the world to see,
carrying the torch to the dead of night,
calling the bones
to take to flesh again,
to love again.
Did you know a smile is a stamp upon the world?
If I leave you a chunk of beauty,
will you promise to carry the torch
as a creature of bliss?
Literature
Metro poems
I. "Art Museum"
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
Literature
NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
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Enemmies
I am the CEO
I am the judge and jury
I am the big spender
I am the iron fist
I am the decider
I am the forest
I am the greenery
I am the deer and the doves
I am the usable space
I am the decision
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I'm being good again and working on my word poems! YAYYY.
This is 107! Bliss: joy, rapture, elation, felicity
It was extremely hard for me to write this poem because I couldn't think of anything that made me blissful. Then I was thinking about my absolute favourite time of day, which is around 5-7 pm depending on the time of year where everything just gets infused with this golden light. If I was an actual artist I'd paint it.
I'm being good again and working on my word poems! YAYYY.
This is 107! Bliss: joy, rapture, elation, felicity
It was extremely hard for me to write this poem because I couldn't think of anything that made me blissful. Then I was thinking about my absolute favourite time of day, which is around 5-7 pm depending on the time of year where everything just gets infused with this golden light. If I was an actual artist I'd paint it.
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Wonderful images...there is a sense of warmth and strength emanating from this piece. Lovely work, dear!