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| Life behind a mirror, though impossible in the eye of man. Plausible in the eyes of the eyeless. |
I WonderFor whom do we wake?I Wonder by ~jakeyashamari
From whom shall we take?
For whom shall we make?
Loving the wild serpent, take me away.
For this day, we may be stray decay.
Wandering souls, nowhere to redeem their sins.
Underpaying, swaying, praying to the dormant moonlight.
Thou singest no lullaby? Thou neglect?
Stars pierce the irises of my love.
Pure filth, hideous attraction the Earth endures.
Thrivingly deserted, over-flowingly empty.
A blue jay blocks the son.
The shadow, showing flowing arrows from bowing,
Knowing going slow, the blue jay is a crow.
Death below knows I'm to go.
My love swings with the chilling wind, unsinned, we must begin.
Kiss
Great OakUnder velvet rosesGreat Oak by ~jakeyashamari
Fabric, soft, mystic.
I understand the night underneath the desperate sky.
A single star is noticed by the night watchers, damned to confusion.
It shines a bright glow in the dark blanket sky.
To understand the shamanic night I seek farther into the pit of my own mind, dancing ancient ceremonies on my cerebellum.
Aphrodite pleases me not.
Under this oak tree, gargantuan and wise, I learned the truth of the word, exaggerated, overused. With the epiphany, the leaves die down to droopy hangings off soft branches,
Athena, I need you now.
I don't know where the great oak guides me. From the path of Jesus to the gates of
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