The silent pains of the body never prepare their menus but serve raw meat uncharted. Caramel burned points of grief get stuck between bones,sticky sweet sickening drones. Chants of discus plates chip fresh green grass,leaving bare earth bleeding.
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It’s been awhile since I posted a Glittering Commentari. But Ron of Wondering Soul presented me with this concise and simple description of the relationship between doing and being,which was the subject of the post. I can’t imagine it being put more clearly. If I may simply amplify what has already been said…my ideal [...] The pale cirrus flower glows by night under a platinum moon. It shines as my sleepless sighs exhale anguished air across its feathered wings,fluttering grief over the evaporated dream of your love. Briefly,the ghostly bloom grows a follicle filled with fresh pomegranate juice,whose ripe,succulent,mouthwatering kisses fade in dawn’s cool [...] The man who created personalities created a multifaceted self. He was a molish kind of man. At least that’s who he saw himself as at the moment. To others he was many things. Musician. Artist. Cook,Lover,Artist,Musician,Husband,Gardener,Egoist,Queen,queen,bottom,top,philosopher,poet,arrogant,self-absorbed,insecure,jerk,stupid,lazy bum,[...] |  | |||||
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