#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
189
11.5.2021
1.17pm
#NoPoo
Violins
slick perfumed oil
poured
on rose water
shampoo on naked body
half submerged in white bathtub
surrounded by scented candles
flickering light
throwing shadows
on bubbles
sparkles on water
scent heavy on air
drowning all other
meek scents
warm on cheeks
indifferent caresses
for a moment
it was an embalmment
and wings gently unfurled
in a corner of the universe
11.5.2021
1.17pm
#NoPoo
Violins
slick perfumed oil
poured
on rose water
shampoo on naked body
half submerged in white bathtub
surrounded by scented candles
flickering light
throwing shadows
on bubbles
sparkles on water
scent heavy on air
drowning all other
meek scents
warm on cheeks
indifferent caresses
for a moment
it was an embalmment
and wings gently unfurled
in a corner of the universe
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#NoPoo/ 120521/ 00:57:13
‘0’ ppm memory armies.. of an invalidish resurgence..
pure breezing midnight airs
feels a fresh lease of chillaxing
generous waving in curvy turns
of a gracing unasked heaven
in its outpour ozone stream..
that’s now in a domineering
chemical infiltration.. from the many
ghostly demarcating white danger
zones zeroing in :: the knifing
pungent chlorine, so~ pandemic
repellent airs .. from the frighteningly
knocking in, the affected
neighborhood adjacencies
more acrid than this
is the sinking in lumpsome
difficulty.. those
read words of a broken english[/i
frm that why? how? so quizzical
resurfacing.. six years old
unread letter.. unfolding
in the reading..
why it emerges only now
& why still the silken smooth goodness
of it.. pierces rough a venomous
jagged anomaly.. distastefully
unfitting unto the brokenness
cracks of this holding still
deaden heart .. that’s
neither in storming crisis turmoil
nor in tears springing free
it’s a stoic sterile moonstone
of mammoth muted craters
in a clarifying nothingness
in holds of now ..just
new now . in this booming
truth of infinite love ..
& not the back old black swallow blocks
from fullstop times stumbled before
or an exaggerating after in
a meaningless continuance
let me tell you, ..those
zen tea gardens & jubilant
pink cherry blossoms.. is a
serial killing bloody irony to that
your dusty twisted attic heavyhead
..that you desperately straight violate
the lighted timeless lightness lanterning
sunbirds.. in an infectiously high
flying revolution ev,
this now l o v e
#love #pandemic #ERULGCT #bitterpast #nowness #newness
*image:web
emancipation of truth by sacrifice
The horizon yields freedom
O' the sun's shine
and air invigorated crisp
cleansed of all blatant false virtue
that stagnant suffering
some, from my own delusions
but punctuated perfect
by the clear sound
of your confirming voice
Yes,
that part was played
one way so easily
the other, easier still
To placate?
or to shine only in the moment
I'll never know
forasmuch as knowing, is of trivia
moot within a tsunami of liberty
A discovered will of betterment
within my own leap of faith
Bounds undone
and righteous truths spilled,
like ceremonial blood
opened from every
harsh ripped wound
bathing a good soul
in release
and of the hold
that once did grasp.
#Nopoo (#181)
5/11/21
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I should have, but
I
never
did
tell
you
That it was those
very first moments,
as my internal
self protect instructor
screamed out in bloody
There—
teetering on the edge
of our exquisite annihilation
in just fractions
of those hushed moments
I was already yours.
#Nopoo 5/12/21 (#182)
(NoPoo 183) For Aye
writhe
so beautifully
in love
wriggle
with such
pleasurable abandon
i challenge
the fire
deep within you
ss passion
takes you to
a place of submission
see new colours
feel senses find
a pure existence
in the softest
touches
my fingers instill
float
amongst the stars
with unbridled ecstasy
dream
of forever
in that final release
writhe
so beautifully
in love
wriggle
with such
pleasurable abandon
i challenge
the fire
deep within you
ss passion
takes you to
a place of submission
see new colours
feel senses find
a pure existence
in the softest
touches
my fingers instill
float
amongst the stars
with unbridled ecstasy
dream
of forever
in that final release
AspergerPoet56 said:(NoPoo 183) For Aye
writhe
so beautifully
in love
wriggle
with such
pleasurable abandon
i challenge
the fire
deep within you
ss passion
takes you to
a place of submission
see new colours
feel senses find
a pure existence
in the softest
touches
my fingers instill
float
amongst the stars
with unbridled ecstasy
dream
of forever
in that final release
seriously, perfect 👌🏻
Brilliant ink, C
🌹-💙
x
writhe
so beautifully
in love
wriggle
with such
pleasurable abandon
i challenge
the fire
deep within you
ss passion
takes you to
a place of submission
see new colours
feel senses find
a pure existence
in the softest
touches
my fingers instill
float
amongst the stars
with unbridled ecstasy
dream
of forever
in that final release
seriously, perfect 👌🏻
Brilliant ink, C
🌹-💙
x
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Just a quick thanks to the people. your offerings are very much appreciated.
the nature of this thread is low key, otherwise I’d be busting out the champers every ten hours.
there’s over 40k views of your works. and rightly so.
we’re going to have to start thinking about starting a new one, there’s 1200 posts
I’ll keep you informed, and take any ideas into consideration
My idea is to title this thread #NoPoo book 1 and credit everyone who posted either at the start or the back page
to that end I would plead to anyone who has the commitment to gather all the names to do it, it would be class
the nature of this thread is low key, otherwise I’d be busting out the champers every ten hours.
there’s over 40k views of your works. and rightly so.
we’re going to have to start thinking about starting a new one, there’s 1200 posts
I’ll keep you informed, and take any ideas into consideration
My idea is to title this thread #NoPoo book 1 and credit everyone who posted either at the start or the back page
to that end I would plead to anyone who has the commitment to gather all the names to do it, it would be class
