#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
#NoPoo/ 12/ 23112020/ 23:40:34
::haunting mausoleums of a struck-over castaway past, in an irredeemable burial for best::
rinsing~ sunglare irises
illumine as miniature~ bubbling
suns of a sinless innocence
in multiplying- the stardust
in Brownian swims..
they effortlessly
run past the speeding
'highways' abuzz.. roads- neither
in signs of a slowing down patience
nor in boldening splash of even
a slightly hearty tinge of
any inborne artistry...
mere an endless black edifice
of a rolling flat open~ declarative
monotony of paid carriages
to stuffed~ cabin destinations
of numbered cells & tight
appointments of constant
(control) times...
but this time.. it's
a divine bird in the freefalling ..
an unshackling higher ride to
the precipice of a freshly atop
breathing pure.. an Everest
summit in the
calling magic..
patchy corner eyes (feel
shrilly chilly flowy pierce from
the involuntarily springing in
oozy~ lengthening blotty threads
of a teary epical verse in an almost
evaporative glassy~ glisten spread
of an indelibly chaotic a molten~
metallic wet~ dry merging
undifferenced riot...
that) in each
whipping swish up & down
blink, sings in kaleidoscopic
blooms- a wheeling melange
of emotional whirring pitches
-in dominant stormy tones
of an unsaid melancholy..
that dreaded space & the ghosted self
once in grippy possession of this vulnerable
vessel & channeling in bodied~ mind
that which tirelessly in beastly bouts
of a beating atorn severed flesh hung up like
holed innumerous & fading anaemic
pathetically streetclad fashionable
denim.. weighing down from
a bearing tumultuous raging animal
mind of hypnosis from inner ghoul
hungering blown to monstrous
sky high killer appetites in the
dangerous unleashing .. that
was simply just beyond self..
as eyes drink in the chimney smokiness
of lonely highway tea shops in steamy cups
.. the butterflying curiosity of a regenerate mind
in the unaware healing & in an awakening to teas..
perhaps is in a rocketing traverse
of lightyears ahead..now.. this dewly~
newly now in the making.. that
feels the approaching warmth & familiar
airs of a nostalgic nativeness in envelope
h o m e
pic:web
Ugly Arsonist (NoPoo 13)
a fragile mind
monsters playing deep inside
striking their matches
monsters playing deep inside
striking their matches
Written by AspergerPoet56
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24.11.2020
turn around and piss
there's two ways
always
to douse
that little fire
'fore it burns down
the house
One-
throw out that
what smoulders outside
of its place
or
the shortest way -
turn around
and piss on it
unless you're doing either
that piece of burning
from the past
will eat out
not only your present
but every moment
of your future
baggage, we all carry
hard to discard
but discard you must
lest you're comfortable
with a life
inflamed...
turn around and piss
there's two ways
always
to douse
that little fire
'fore it burns down
the house
One-
throw out that
what smoulders outside
of its place
or
the shortest way -
turn around
and piss on it
unless you're doing either
that piece of burning
from the past
will eat out
not only your present
but every moment
of your future
baggage, we all carry
hard to discard
but discard you must
lest you're comfortable
with a life
inflamed...
#NoPoo 18:45
Of hills and mountains
ask Eddie
how much he's paid
for the starbucks coffee on his desk
and if that's the only reason
he hasn't thrown the receipt away
ten to one he'll tell you about a path
up a steep-as-fuck mountain
where a few low lamps
show a thick fog inhale slightly,
to entice travellers
t'wards its velvet throat
Of hills and mountains
ask Eddie
how much he's paid
for the starbucks coffee on his desk
and if that's the only reason
he hasn't thrown the receipt away
ten to one he'll tell you about a path
up a steep-as-fuck mountain
where a few low lamps
show a thick fog inhale slightly,
to entice travellers
t'wards its velvet throat
dream
11/24/2020 5:35pmEST
The taste
of skin,
electrified sin
devilish hands
unfurl,
releasing;
passionate desires,
wildly
increasing;
Otherworldly
pleasures,
a driving need
a cherished treasure;
traveling through
all space and time
forever new;
a gently held breath,
knowing
survival is nil,
lost in obsidian eyes
always and still;
"Take me"
unspoken words
their essence
permeates
unseen,
silent screaming
"I'm yours"
another
hush'd
whispered
dream
#NoPoo
The taste
of skin,
electrified sin
devilish hands
unfurl,
releasing;
passionate desires,
wildly
increasing;
Otherworldly
pleasures,
a driving need
a cherished treasure;
traveling through
all space and time
forever new;
a gently held breath,
knowing
survival is nil,
lost in obsidian eyes
always and still;
"Take me"
unspoken words
their essence
permeates
unseen,
silent screaming
"I'm yours"
another
hush'd
whispered
dream
#NoPoo
Written by Bluevelvete
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She is...
she
the silent, stoic
her acts
.....
i just can't but see
her resistance
and be in awe
from a distance
and today
i won't mention
anything
about her aspects
her beauty
both
inner and outer
today
I will only say
I admire Her
for she is
she
Her self.
tears, trickle down
on the onlooker
yet she barely speaks out
keeps trekking
and leaving behind
any and all
everests
life installs in her path
She is fortitude.
She is grace.
She is the Mother
of a mother's embrace
She is....
...
the silent, stoic
her acts
.....
i just can't but see
her resistance
and be in awe
from a distance
and today
i won't mention
anything
about her aspects
her beauty
both
inner and outer
today
I will only say
I admire Her
for she is
she
Her self.
tears, trickle down
on the onlooker
yet she barely speaks out
keeps trekking
and leaving behind
any and all
everests
life installs in her path
She is fortitude.
She is grace.
She is the Mother
of a mother's embrace
She is....
...
Written by cold_fusion
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25.11.2020.
10:02 AEDST
10:02 AEDST
25.11.2020
7.47am
#NoPoo
I missed a day
I was away
had the eye-op
You stayed up
to know the Dr diagnosis
I didn't stay up for you last night
eye needed darkness
Sigh
look out of window
bright day
hurts the eye
if I can trade it...
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7.47am
#NoPoo
I missed a day
I was away
had the eye-op
You stayed up
to know the Dr diagnosis
I didn't stay up for you last night
eye needed darkness
Sigh
look out of window
bright day
hurts the eye
if I can trade it...
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Her Mystery (NoPoo 14)
her mystery is
the beautiful unknown soul
we simply drown in
the beautiful unknown soul
we simply drown in
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25.11.2020
6.24pm
be careful out there
a canoe can be unstable
Used to it Grace
don't worry
a couple of friends
coming over
still, be careful
if you are out canoeing now
time to come home
my day was too bright
I'm glad night is falling
dawn where you are
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6.24pm
be careful out there
a canoe can be unstable
Used to it Grace
don't worry
a couple of friends
coming over
still, be careful
if you are out canoeing now
time to come home
my day was too bright
I'm glad night is falling
dawn where you are
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Hullo
Gabriel (souladareatease) passed away peacefully on Wednesday the 18th of November I will miss him terribly. he was one helluva human being.
you can read his poetry here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/souladareatease/
Writhe
Blush of midnight sun
burned and bloomed
under her loving gaze
a statuesque Rembrandt
outlined shadows define
forms of lust, wagging tongue
her form, rose as ethereal goddess
lit by kiss and glittering stars
where every arch accentuated looms
strength within beauty supersedes all
under gold chains cradling naked breast
a feathered foot of slim demure
Their enrapt nature twist like snakes
writhing now by firelight
two tongues wrestle, lush and mighty
flames glow to pearl-set stomach
her round perfection tear-drop, enticing
moans escape revealing hidden hunger
bricks for foundations lust flicker on and off
shouldered by Samsons given strength
his eyes alive, wild like and allure
skin sizzles between their sight
sung as birds of ruby throated nature
touch becomes the only sense for complete
braised bodies accepting praise shimmers
wetted tongues devour lush landscapes
every fingerprint taken stealing home
a shaft of light devoured, a home of security, deliverance
as again the snakes writhe for quest of pearl
songs of heavens sigh take hold with release
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/367473-the-poetcast-project-episode-8---a/
may he rest in peace.
Gabriel (souladareatease) passed away peacefully on Wednesday the 18th of November I will miss him terribly. he was one helluva human being.
you can read his poetry here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/souladareatease/
Writhe
Blush of midnight sun
burned and bloomed
under her loving gaze
a statuesque Rembrandt
outlined shadows define
forms of lust, wagging tongue
her form, rose as ethereal goddess
lit by kiss and glittering stars
where every arch accentuated looms
strength within beauty supersedes all
under gold chains cradling naked breast
a feathered foot of slim demure
Their enrapt nature twist like snakes
writhing now by firelight
two tongues wrestle, lush and mighty
flames glow to pearl-set stomach
her round perfection tear-drop, enticing
moans escape revealing hidden hunger
bricks for foundations lust flicker on and off
shouldered by Samsons given strength
his eyes alive, wild like and allure
skin sizzles between their sight
sung as birds of ruby throated nature
touch becomes the only sense for complete
braised bodies accepting praise shimmers
wetted tongues devour lush landscapes
every fingerprint taken stealing home
a shaft of light devoured, a home of security, deliverance
as again the snakes writhe for quest of pearl
songs of heavens sigh take hold with release
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/367473-the-poetcast-project-episode-8---a/
may he rest in peace.
A song in Time
longing to be
besides you
sing you a song
plucked from heart's vine
stars on music chords
eyes open wide
arms and kisses
circle of safeness
hummed within the song
tenderness
misted eyes
songs choked
on melancholic
throats closed
in tears
floating
on rippled ponds
discarded paper
gold circles broken
thrown.
besides you
sing you a song
plucked from heart's vine
stars on music chords
eyes open wide
arms and kisses
circle of safeness
hummed within the song
tenderness
misted eyes
songs choked
on melancholic
throats closed
in tears
floating
on rippled ponds
discarded paper
gold circles broken
thrown.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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misted eyes
songs choked
on melancholic
throats closed
in tears
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misted eyes
songs choked
on melancholic
throats closed
in tears
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