Tag: cryptic poetry

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Both

I agree

A prey in the belly of the beast
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nature vs. nurture
Both I guess
It all
she said

Wanting him to see
She was everything
The birds and the bees
Make believe
A bear and the cave
His giving when the giving got saved

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Bury me

Bury me beneath the many corners of my past life

I see the door and I’ll knock forever cause thats all I do

Bury me like lost lovers scorching the world.

I’ll be within it and you’ll never need to ask twice

As you bury me

I am no longer alive

I cannot see or breathe

But I am here

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Prayer & knees

Help me see the truth

Honorable truth

Svāhā!

Help me find clouds comfort

rain forest peace and spring stability

Svāhā!

Help me become my true self; honor my Ori

Svāhā!

Help me learn my lesson the first time I am stung and broken

Never look back and never think twice unless you can feel the moons rejoicing

Svāhā!

Help me remain confidently strong and stronger as obstacles match success

Life is scary but I am a vulture

Svāhā!

Help me release my anger as sun passion alchemizing the rays and pains

Svāhā!

Help me mend my heart don’t let me fall apart

even if Im begging

Svāhā

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In a year One, 27=9

Returning to self
Year One
Year Twenty-seven
Two plus seven equals nine
The beginning and the end of..
My heart/ My grief/ My loneliness/ My faith/ My integrity/ My trust/ Birthrights/ My abundance/ The empty/ The full/ My sovereignty/ This paranoia/ New softness n rest/ Introductions to hate/ reintroductions to self love/ Sowing seeds/ Reaping harvest/ My purpose/ More grief/ n Love/ n Discernment/ n Blunt honesty/ n Holding space/ Spring cleaning/ Clear paths/ Generational wealth/ Longevity/ Fertility
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The soil is wet
I will follow me
And I pray to remain sane as I’m
Beginning, beginning
Always ending
Always purging and making space
What no longer serves me has no place in my presence
With ease
Filling me
Seeing
Me
In a shade never discovered
Most ain’t serving me
Most won’t save me
Like moths to a flame
Disclaiming, you may not be able to swallow what you see
But to see
Me
Learning and
Listening
Solitary
Moving gently cause Twenty-seven is sacred
Twenty-seven is pivotal
The turning point
Facing myself
Pricking myself
Peeling myself
Burning of self
Healing
Myself
And yet
I’ve never felt stronger
An aureate light
Fight before flight
Earning perineal roots & my grey hairs
I’ve never felt as whole
Within the peaceful madness
Grateful sadness
Chaotic order
I discovered
Myself
Here and now
For when you know yourself truly and deeply
You move different. You get to exist without a care in the world. You get to trust and believe in everything you are.
The magic
The prophecies
The soil
The tears
The sun
The blood
The moon
The rain
Actions done in vain
The angels and the saints