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A ConversationA Conversation With Someone Who Will Never Be My LoveA Conversation
You laid on the bed in a cradled curve, like an hourglass, whispering time, and my eyes fell, inevitably, like sand, forced, in terminal descent, to observe
how his necrotic hand still strangled you, from the gathering pile of the past, where he should lay dead, deprived of the grasp with which he chokes my hope for something new.
The grains of sand approach the frantic gate passing from one bulb to another, dead to meaning, mindlessly dull, they, like lead, land, robbed of impact by your spectral
Faith of the Hebrews V--AbramV--AbramFaith of the Hebrews V--Abram
The stars shined—scattered on the black velvet of the lofty nighttime firmament like 15.5 million diamonds. Abram uprocked and downrocked in his rocking chair. His fine pipe, carved of Cyprus wood, puffed out The rich old smell of burning tobacco. Abram’s face wrinkled around the mouthpiece— brown leather from years of yachting in the firm and ever-present sunshine of Ur’s clear rivers where lucrative deals were made for the sheep on a thousand hills.
Hundreds of his servants had toiled, hot in the afternoon sun of his wheat fields, to g
Faith of the Hebrews IV--NoahIV--NoahFaith of the Hebrews IV--Noah
In an age of stone tablets marked in the first clumsy tongues of man by scholars sequestered in drafty halls, there lived giants of renown whose triumphs over pagan gods and tentacled beasts survive in legends and feverish dreams. Gilgamesh, the half-god king of Uruk stood first amongst the great men of stature, first at the perfumed temple brothel, first at the sweaty moneychangers' tent, first in his jewel encrusted kingly hall, first in all the flesh and dust endeavors.
Noah was a hobbled man possessed of tears and moans for the sinfu
Faith of the Hebrews III-EnochIII- EnochFaith of the Hebrews III-Enoch
Faith can move a mountain or lift a man above the oily muck of life. Enoch believed like a small fragile bird-- believed so hard that he ascended away from the mud and sticks of this terrestrial nest to the vast reaches of the heavens and the cloudy soft throne of God, his Heavenly Father.
Before time, where stories smell like paradox, God's angels doubted--with sabers, canons
and cavalry charges--the purple robes and lofty crown of God. Their faithlessness was heavy like steel and they fell, with their artillery shells, from heaven.
Psalm 23A Series of EventsWalking to the airport carrying Your luggage I prayed to God that Our bones would join together in A final attempt to be as oneA Series of Events
You said, “this is as far as you can go,” And it was like you were speaking Italian Or some other interesting language that I could not comprehend
We gave a final embrace and my heart Broke as I forced myself to unhinge from your Magnetic soul that seemed so rightfully held Tightly between my arms
I only have you in my dreams now, no physical Reality can mesh our bodies into previous positions, Or let me smell you
The LaundromatThe LaundromatThe Laundromat
The couple reminiscing in a corner About the playful night before As they watch the washer spin In a progressive cycle
A mother teaching Billy how to fold His itty-bitty spidey socks correctly Still the hum of the machine hitting metal Resonates in the stale, smelly air
The old woman in the corner sits, Staring at a wall of nothingness Impatient at the cruel truth Her sheets are not yet dry
My sister sits apathetically Red converses her only
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I would not be here if I had not been introduced to DA by my good friend strawberry-lilla
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Click Me!
I would not be here if I had not been introduced to DA by my good friend strawberry-lilla
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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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"I have this need to (pro)create with no strings attached, like a real boy!" Pinocchio said.
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