#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
. .. finding a way.... home.
I think there's a saying—
when certain things are lost,
they eventually return
from whence they came
with sheer
interconnectedness
powerful in their amplifying
enough to find a way
from
the
deepest
of
depths
feeling lovingly recaptured
possibilities in reclaiming
of a souls particular charms
excavated from darkened ether
Oh extracting a likened light
gnarled and weary
by such wayward roaming
listening to a honed voice
of echoed knowledge
hearing a uniqueness
within words dark and light combined
when once,
that, which was lead astray
has now choice returned
to open arms
wrapping entwined minds
into an abyss of unwavering sharing
to be exact
in motive, wants and desires
reflecting
truth
back to
truth
and finding comfort
in a found
of
home sweet home
#Nopoo 4/30/21 (#170)
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To be made of nothing but strength
These insides are a twisting knife
burrowing into the universe
of all the clarity that is pain
pierced of certain platinum
and resurrected into a scarlet rage
only to forever repeat
each dastardly
and tortured moment
singular unto it's very own
fear, hurt and exhaustion
flare within the endless aubergine
a harshest essence
that makes
for such
unbearable misery
as the flowing of the dead
stream seemingly...
without any signs of stopping
*An ode to all women but especially those who have gone through or are the cusp of menopause.... Here's to you, you warriors, you. 🍷
#Nopoo 5/1/21 (171)
These insides are a twisting knife
burrowing into the universe
of all the clarity that is pain
pierced of certain platinum
and resurrected into a scarlet rage
only to forever repeat
each dastardly
and tortured moment
singular unto it's very own
fear, hurt and exhaustion
flare within the endless aubergine
a harshest essence
that makes
for such
unbearable misery
as the flowing of the dead
stream seemingly...
without any signs of stopping
*An ode to all women but especially those who have gone through or are the cusp of menopause.... Here's to you, you warriors, you. 🍷
#Nopoo 5/1/21 (171)
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[four bullet sho(r)ts of…] ~blackskies & blooddawn
1.
decay b(l)oom
silent choking
choreography
stage~spreads
in horrific strides
of fluorescing radii
with sudden strange
fruity~ floral incense
amid thick death stinks
& that this thursday’s
thirsting black rainfall
falls down venomous
arrowed in stains over
wrinkle ripen await skins
tattoos fate yet again
..& deep humors cry out
to ditched out leachates
-a wasted finality succulence
amid sound gamble of tears
a crisis city in open-dungeon
strew stacks of wrapped up
pure white sapless flowers
sooty burning funeral nation
in its breaking mass cremation
2.
self-bitten penancing moon
even the super pink moon
[from its bridal blotting out
uncontainably in the swell
rosily with a tingeing blush
of its southern uncurtaining
curvaceous edges- bulge out
pretty risky as rimming razor
metallic glob of a blinding flash
.. growing to protrude oblate
as an overblown impregnate
voluminous tissuing.. yet a clear
condensing concentrate One]
shrivels surreally atrocious
from its bridal complexional
gathering mountainous highs
to a voracious self-cannibalistic
skeletal moon.. soaking itself in
tragedy skies- screams in shrilly
soprano elegiac melancholy.. for
its virally going earthling deaths
3.
her :: the firing summer star, 'agninatchatiram'
scorchy desert(ed) stonehearts too
melt in as rarified volatilities- a rush
of an unclassifyingly brewing essence
of a some stirring astringence crisis--
of anticipation of the finding
of the feeling of the high flying
of an almost tangent~ elusive touch
of a needful breathing pain- eating
in out in a rawbleed beastly beauty
of self.. moistly~ bitten harvest
of vulnerable fruition... awaits even
more assaults of lively~deathly cyclical..
yes. this now. in conception
the rainfall spirals in a firing spree
of gushing up petrichor spirits.. from
within her aching deep soul core molten
4.
him :: from a(n) (un)day, in supreme devotee’s ritual
relentless are his visitations
for the daily 'darisanam'.. in
love’s dutiful labour.. quoted
in no fat book of definitions
but, wholly... of an abidance
in felt holy calling divinations
for that one glimpse of the deity’s
eyes.. fills in his thirst senses
to hungering spirits... adding on
a fiery streak & crackly sparkle
to the unwavering speary eyeflame
of the humming om thirdeye
today, he saintly waits.... in the
temple’s entrance... only to a saddening
emptyhanded return…
near. yet, not yet for today . for now..
Written by summultima
(uma)
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shh
I was done writing
listening to the cats
not yowling this time
actually fighting
bank holiday coming
Sunday down
everyone hungover
from hospitality
disasters the night before
the world is quieter tonight
and I don't miss writing yet
after weeks of stretching
truths and sounds
I can't say
anything
without saying it
as flatly as this
maybe it's time
for me to be quiet too
NoPoo 4 probably. Or 5
I was done writing
listening to the cats
not yowling this time
actually fighting
bank holiday coming
Sunday down
everyone hungover
from hospitality
disasters the night before
the world is quieter tonight
and I don't miss writing yet
after weeks of stretching
truths and sounds
I can't say
anything
without saying it
as flatly as this
maybe it's time
for me to be quiet too
NoPoo 4 probably. Or 5
a coincidence of desires
because of you...
when the sun
finally rose
delicate hearts
didn't burn
to ash
the night became
of velvet
enshrouding two
in sanguine promise
O' to be felt
realized from within to out
being of each other
known begets known
because of you—
because of chance
and charred black
happenstance
siphoned from
past lives,
mythical wants
or prayer itself
from nothing
is everything
when it becomes
otherworldly
in all
that is
desire
#Nopoo 4/2/21 (#172)
because of you...
when the sun
finally rose
delicate hearts
didn't burn
to ash
the night became
of velvet
enshrouding two
in sanguine promise
O' to be felt
realized from within to out
being of each other
known begets known
because of you—
because of chance
and charred black
happenstance
siphoned from
past lives,
mythical wants
or prayer itself
from nothing
is everything
when it becomes
otherworldly
in all
that is
desire
#Nopoo 4/2/21 (#172)
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