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AlchemiA

in Cezannes colour of blue ...
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think it through and feel it out;
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yes, if it's under-understood,
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it'll be over-stated and over-the-top --
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It'll bring restraint 'round the
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swelling of that
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voice inside, which shudders
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to jab with the tongue --
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It'll watch
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for dissonant growls
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and raucous rants
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all diseased by your need to disagree...
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between your terminal-shadow of despair,
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where your dark inadequacy lingers,
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it'll dismantel your misery
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and unravel your fear --
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pieces of you,
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that're not nearly risen ...
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they'll make short work
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of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;
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in this simple word of death,
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-- forever
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2 Mar 13

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all praises for the likes of writing ethereal curses. hope it does not tesla recoil
 — unknown

the archetypal wounded explorer, have gun will travel brooding dark-knight, with a sun-grazer huey to pass through an AI sky ...aRMa2
 — unknown

a bicameral presentation in cyber-words both alive and clinging to irony; this juxtaposition envisions the binary conflict we're in...
 — unknown

Yeah, last Monday, it was a day of fire and rain and a tempestuous sea: at the crematorium I pushed the simple card board box which held all the earthly remains of may paeter into the crucible, closed the pull-down metal door, ( the blast oven was already preheated to 350 degrees Celsius,) and pushed the primary button that'd pyre my paeter to ash ... then I thanked the doting engineer of the furnace and pressed the hand of the darkly attired undertaker. We then walked to the Whiterock pier where the Sea blasted the shores where white-water whirl'd the soul to Neptunes dark and deep ... RIP: my pops
 — AlchemiA

Barbers Adagio for Strings plays while I glance the white 'n blues in my sun-chopper huey in an AI aRMa2 dayZ sky ...
 — AlchemiA

fractalcore-~-iliili <-- lik'd :)
 — AlchemiA

fractalcore <3 iliili

♥•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆ ♥ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•♥
to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me, and in that kiss experience each others mystery - oh, our hearts know this, love attracts love is the secret of this kiss ...

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you
 — AlchemiA

the urge-to-merge is age-old; to surrender the drop into the sea-of-bliss which we feel in the beloveds kiss, the bliss of breaking through the barrier of self to become all, beyond the filtering senses that clamor and call, becoming the cosmic drunk with stars in our head and oceans deep in our eyes, speechless with sympathies choking our throat, drowning in love 'cause there's no way to float...
 — AlchemiA

‎"I ℒℴѵℯ you as certain dark things are to be ℒℴѵℯd, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." - Naruda
 — AlchemiA

hmmm now listening to atticu ross's - the book of eli - panoramic piece
 — AlchemiA

‎"I ℒℴѵℯ you as certain dark things are to be ℒℴѵℯd, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." - Naruda

Yeah, last Monday, it was a day of fire and rain and a tempestuous sea: at the crematorium I pushed the simple card board box which held all the earthly remains of my paeter familius into the crucible, closed the pull-down metal door, ( the blast oven was already preheated to 350 degrees Celsius,) and pushed the primary button that'd pyre my paeter to ash and smoke... then I thanked the doting engineer of the furnace and pressed the hand of the darkly attired undertaker. My dark-angelic woman and I then walked to the Whiterock pier where the Sea blasted the shores in piercing slashes and where white-water whirl'd his soul back to Neptunes dark and deep hold ... RIP: my pops
 — AlchemiA

In mythology, medieval literature and occultism, the language of the birds is postulated as a mystical, perfect divine language, green language, adamic language, enochian language, angelic language or a mythical or magical language used by birds to communicate with the initiated.

… and the initiated have a divine ‘seed’ planted in their Hearts to bloom as leaf in where they ‘ponder’ and bear a fruit for all to eat, yes, ambrosia, divinely sweet …

yes, your creativity is pulsing with potential and your voice is trembling to be heard; sing oh sis-star, in the language of the Sea, where you’re a drop in it’s blessed-infinity — sing like the Indians with their bhagwan songs, which move-us with the numinous in the language of devotion, in the rhythm of a longing heart, swelling on the edge of forever with an ancient ache, yearning with the urge-to-merge into a whirl’d where you end and love begins …
Sing my dear-heart, oh sing
 — AlchemiA

there's anger here, in almost every syllable, punching holes in the paper with a pen, but there is also a shedding of something, perhaps a skin, perhaps baggage. perhaps not.
i like your eye on Cezanne. wonderful :)
 — jenn

indeed -- reflecting, murmuring ...
sing of what's to come in an old forgotten tongue ...
sing of the dead and only begotten ones ...
sing of the living weighted down by their past ...
sing oh sing of the first and the last ...
 — AlchemiA

sing like it'll be a 'reset' of the over-arcing frequencies ... server restart
— sing like the Indians with their bhagwan songs, which move-us with the numinous in the language of devotion,
sing in the rhythm of a longing heart, swelling on the edge of forever
sing with an ancient ache,
sing with yearning in the urge-to-merge
sing into a whirl’d where you end and love begins …

Sing my dear-heart, oh sing
 — AlchemiA

I remember holding my kayak still in a tangled bull-kelp bed while the sea undulated in ellipses and we we're watching gray whales graze on their sides on and near the shore, ( MoM was a whiter shade of pale while young-son darker-one ), and both shoveled beach infested sands into them, while the whale paeter-familus circled 'round us, shimmering an intelligent glance of wariness our way ...
 — AlchemiA

-- enough visceral-realism 'cause if she's the 'real deal' then the 'real' is the whole deal in her view -- then you garner a frangible conflicted goofy-romantic which is always making many reflections -- that'll impress her and ought to get a giggle ...
 — AlchemiA

Always the mother, but never the ravished bride, is how this makes me feel inside...
 — AlchemiA

"there is no lesser or greater love. there is only love."

- Tripitaka Táng Xuánzàng
 — jenn

I`ve definitely been in want of attentiveness, from time to time I`ve tripped, and I`ve suffered the consequences of indecision before ... not only that but as a heart-based epiphanator many of these so-called trips landed me in the lap of a Goddess, a few times a God, or at least, feeling the bliss of love ...`` -- 'dystopian-grrl'
 — AlchemiA

interference! it's a David Bowie night, I said with a glint in my eye -- "Is there life on Mars," she curiously echoed from a guttural place inside of her, then added with a flourish of the Bowie knife she weilded, and looked me in the eye saying, that being said, let's Dexter the MF!
 — AlchemiA

"We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are." -- Anais Nin

beneath this slippery-veneer, where authenticity is 'sincere,' where Love is the core-need of random 'friends' that come and go, whether it's where you live or any other place you show your face, but this I know, that if you wanna' grow, wanna' embrace that grace, then you wanna' have friends that feel out of pace with your winning Master-Race, and friends that show-up broken and crying in your space, and friends who are not just clones of you, doing the same things you are compelled to do, and friends that'll quietly take your hand when you don't know what's going on, and friends that'll give you a push when you felt your life was done...

I remember the school yard, where tribal approval ratings were the thing, judged well if you wore the latest and greatest 'bling,' and then another compelling day of whispered-opinion, and you felt their snickering derision; we sometimes have this need to feel special and cool, not just one of the herd, one of the clan, and yet, if you did not feel you belong, you'd be longing to all along, whether woman or a man -- rather than looking-away, we ought to be living like we're the first person who ever dared to say, 'hey, it's OK, I'd of loved you anyway...'
 — AlchemiA

where'd three 1's come from???
 — AlchemiA

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