Tag: magic
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I Love You Not Like A Loaded Gun
I love you not like a loaded gun, except if it shoots flowers. The bang of petals against my own temples causes me to open my mouth. I wonder what would happen to you. The slow motion click of metamorphosis acting like Time as a dancer. Spring is the secret name enshrined along each of…
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She Is My Soul.
She is my soul touching bodies in the shifting of paradigms astral planes flying the heights deep clarifying breathes a meditative presence of the AUM in your core I see the amber shine in your iris beckoning with the fire future forecasts be coming for you peace in mind the taste of free dominance free …
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When I Die Paint Me In Amethyst.
When I die paint me in amethyst, bury me with writings twirling into flowers. Petal songs and memories from the future, even now I am dreaming of be(com)ing an elevated ancestor. I do not want for those of after to be effected by any negativities from my self or others that I have the power to…
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copper/sweat
copper/sweat focusing on the tangible these items and actions to be held holding precision in small task diffusion of abstractions collaboration of harmoniously converging energies solid quilt tapestry warmth temple is here building simultaneous multidimensional no just breathing at the intersection stretching at the intersection creating at the intersection One seamless smooth sacred center circling…
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masturbation as meditation
masturbation as meditation to explore the recesses of the past those myriad experiences lodged in the nooks and crannies of my body a book store of sexual exploits looking for a new owner every couple days them days of the past when love me was the phrase haunting my rib cage and fuck me was…
Our Green (Green) Life 