#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
21.12.2020
2138AEDST
#39
cold, is the life here
even if you love it
void of any warming
even for prince charming
call it beauty
call it danger
call it beautifully dangerous
or dangerously beautiful
it is
what it is
beauty -
dangerously deep
and death
deeply beautiful
life
it
goes by
in surrounds
cold
like the sink hole under the sea
where to my hearts just wants to flee
for life
can't be much colder there
than it is where
even the void
wants to avoid
.
2138AEDST
#39
cold, is the life here
even if you love it
void of any warming
even for prince charming
call it beauty
call it danger
call it beautifully dangerous
or dangerously beautiful
it is
what it is
beauty -
dangerously deep
and death
deeply beautiful
life
it
goes by
in surrounds
cold
like the sink hole under the sea
where to my hearts just wants to flee
for life
can't be much colder there
than it is where
even the void
wants to avoid
.
Musing Grapevine~ Hearts Of Spacetime(less) Clusters:: In CryCrushKill to Eternal Concentration Brewery, Of Love
somewhere
in the rotten uprooted gardens
kept mastermindedly muted
to an otherwise outside world- painted
in a seeming comity of happenings
… lies the blindly ransacked hearts..
I feel
a looming emptiness fallen, as
I reach out little wingy hands all over
in whirring spins of a Sufi dervish
.. in a circumferential search...
knows well..
those plundering thugs
have looted away
the beating alive hearts
in an abruptly brutal
plucking attack..
& elsewhere,
it’s sooty charring~ embers
of tiny fuming serial~ eyelets
in a smouldering burn...
invoking a craving aromatic
appetite... choking fly ash
of marooned blood clots
from hearty burst- as
micronized origami effigies...
are in a forceful put down
of the mass uprising...
alongside
in amorphous resolutions, sits
hard the graveyard kohls.. in
forever longing inking sediments...
carbon- dates back to ages, lingers
still in their unpacking discrete
memories.. as solid~ structural
silences .. of a newfound
buckminsterfullerene
& out there...
in the open beastly amphitheatres ,
it is – a lethally mutated champ, an
insanely blown up killer creature… that’s
pretentiously in the mimicking enacts
of.. as if in tender lub~ dub beats ..
but their rigorous innards..
open up to a gelidly tight.. a
comatose chunk in a perniciously
emotionless logjam.. its robotic
implants never reverses
to a natural revival…
& here. yes now here...
it- wrenchingly~ unstoppably
kneading in a squeeze.. as
an epical lachrymation nation..
inundates as rainfall tears
of unsaid immensities. . those
hit~ land as bruising hailstones
.. & in relay episodes of their
smudgy~ spread synereses
tears yet again.... those
amoebic~ mosaics drift in
mergence.. as multi permutational
shaping designer liquesce snow-flakes
as teary~ flowering fertilities .. in
delicate spread geometrical
artistry... over
your pure milky white
marble stone portico.. in
ageless spreadsheet waits
of a glassy Himalayas..
that’s the sacred abode
to your deity origins
nothing there to hinder… to be
squeegeeing in the fragrant drippy
essence... of my fully~ freely
weeping flowers... in a trance...of
invisibly~ infinite wheeling in
dizzy aestivations.. of a nightly
awaken Paarijaat.. in sturdy~
peduncle hoists, that unfurls
their fluoresce flags..
..in devotional anthem
waits for you.. in
the offerings:: unblinking
bold- starbuds & nectary-
swell fullmoonblooms ..
my Sun.. drink in this heart..
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 221220/ 21:23:19
*Pic: Web
Genesis (NoPoo 40)
Ascending echoes
Of resonating souls
Passionate fruits
Laid bare
For the feast
Perusing
The essence of love
Hearts navigate
Pools of sorrow
To cross a bridge of sighs
Moon's seeping light
Upon flesh
Of a clandestine nature
Bringing their universe
To forbidden delights
Fires transcribing
Unfettered need
Innocence and sin
So entangled
Its a new existence
Fusion of beings
Blending boundaries
The core of heaven
Found within
That first kiss
Of resonating souls
Passionate fruits
Laid bare
For the feast
Perusing
The essence of love
Hearts navigate
Pools of sorrow
To cross a bridge of sighs
Moon's seeping light
Upon flesh
Of a clandestine nature
Bringing their universe
To forbidden delights
Fires transcribing
Unfettered need
Innocence and sin
So entangled
Its a new existence
Fusion of beings
Blending boundaries
The core of heaven
Found within
That first kiss
Written by AspergerPoet56
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The Great Divine
In dedication to the moon's beautiful glory
Love and life on this day let passion be of its beautiful everlasting story
To the Heavens above I hear the soft melodies of the skies, faint, yet so near
As today the Winter Solstice and The Great Conjunction combine as hearts warm, souls rejoice upon the cometh of the new year
NoPoo #27 (12-21-20)
#NoPoo/ 211220/ 22:28:52
::heart beats those burn & blue veins even.. to one love rhapsody::
(an abstract~ lil poetry of Love)
splintered sawdust strips
needle in.. finely untraceable
in insinuating insertions…
of an almost burial
but then,
turn streaky long running
bluish biggening inky veins
of a lil seductive swell
....ripen~ rotting linear
spring-wells of a deeply
puzzling purplish tinge
...flex theirbundle strings
in labouring pain~ pulls
(touches soul in each
hitting note.. they play
by even the gently
abrasing airs in an
envelope... an elusive
'absential presence')
that only adds on
quite well .. as screechy
cracking shapely sphere
of raining electric sparks..
in kindling wildfire spread
-firmly knocks romanterotic
in the resuscitations
of a benumbed & burnt down-
parched plasticized heart
to sloshy~ josh laughly brims
of a clayey wetland pool fertility...
with here & there in embed
onloaded~ treasure pockets
of crunchy gardenland roses
*pic:web
Also # 123 #ERULGCT , Rob xx
like the wind.
run
as if thine own feet wing'ed and lighter than this heady wicked air
run
as fast as a blue leopardess in all her ferocious steady stare
run
from toxins, that sear and singe upon once tender, now burning flesh
run
in an ardent purpose driven by a claimed honor all but repossessed
run
as drops of curdled blood pulse from eyes that blur with tortured sting
run
as reddened sputum streams out a mouth which once, such glory sing
run
with a chest exploding in implosion of all truths eroding
run
so... far ....... far... away from here, where the pain of excruciate
no longer reverberates so crystal clear
Written by Bluevelvete
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much needed piss n' vinegar
#NoPoo 12/21/2020
3:05pm EST
Higher Self Where Art Thou
From the Stars, Moon, and a Heavenly celestial wish
For all Americans to be served a peaceful meal from one dish
No utensils to hold to feed
A hunger to build, faltering discriminative bridges, its only rewards, to satisfy a non-unified greed
Face to Face
All seated together, but comforted by space
Color to Color
Beauty to accept one another, found in the eyes of its beholder
Blended tongues, musical sounding dialects
This is what world universal peace sounds like for people you’ve never met
Speaking in unity when heartfelt intentions are truly felt
Bowed heads of grace, will consume this buffet with a spiritual mind
No cups of anger, resentment, separatism will be drinking as worldly souls dine
Therefore, dip your hands in a bowl of salvation, if your eyes truly believe
No color of hands to break bread as you share God’s feat to achieve
Especially if you hunger for harmony to nourish your body to eat
If only, when we see each other we learn to lovingly greet
This concept should apply to anyone you ever come to meet
Unfortunately, we still have racial profiling
One sided, when one is sitting peacefully, to others, for a threatening while
No one is talking, joking, or cracking a smile
In handcuffs marched out the door
A number in the system, presence now accounted for
Street marches crying for peace
No spiritual food of unity to eat, if all lines of communication has been ceased
NoPoo #28 (12-21-20)
warrior (ode to a chess player)
she moved slow
I welcomed everything she threw
outclassed, subdued, I knew
the king was in danger
and my queen.. well
she was never gonna kill her
there were other plans
[ain't that right, Kristina]
Ladies and gents, most warmest thanks for all your submissions. apologies for my sporadic postings. you are still the stuff of legends
*hat tip
she moved slow
I welcomed everything she threw
outclassed, subdued, I knew
the king was in danger
and my queen.. well
she was never gonna kill her
there were other plans
[ain't that right, Kristina]
Ladies and gents, most warmest thanks for all your submissions. apologies for my sporadic postings. you are still the stuff of legends
*hat tip
The True Essence Of Me
I was born with vital organs to survive as I live as an earthly loner
What happens when I die as an organ donor
My fate, essence, and creed will live in the body of someone else’s me
My soft smoky gray colored eyes without my corneas
Once implanted, will they see the beauty within the world to embrace in warmth, without deeds of hyperthermia
My French Creole Butter Rum Skin
Used as a graft for someone’s third degree burns to regenerate, the scared nerves to begin
My heart, oh my beautiful heart, the core beat of my pulse
The marathon runner of its stamina as winds chase me from getting lost
Such a vital organ to love, forgive, find peace
If it’s instilled in another body will it still remember me
My essence, the flow of blood as it pumps through the four chambers
No more a vital organ than the heart, to ever be categorized as life’s disclaimer
My non-toxic kidneys
Will they be given to someone name Cindy or Sidney
Utilized for someone’s else body to filter the toxic need of their creed
Will someone else benefit from breathing with my lungs
Tried and true breathes of life from countless marathon runs
A pair, but if needed from off a lengthily waiting list, then here is your donor’s spare
Remembrance of me as I once walked, ran, or soared by feet on celestial air
Engulf the breeze with each new breath as the winds gently blows through your hair
Waiting list recipients with the call of a beep
Awake with anxiousness, feeling a hint of despair when they fall asleep
Liver Failure without a last hope
Fate bows to them daily as they mentally cope
A liver has been given, someone can now walk a mile
From a donor’s source to now store glycogen, yours can now make its own bile
My favorite essence as it rests inside of me
Thoroughly cleans my blood stream to sustain a function to be
Will you pamper my liver
No alcohol to drown it as if it’s in a river
A glass of Moet it will accept occasionally, no drugs please to my vital organ you shall ever deliver
My sweet pancreas converting my food regulating my glucose
Will you care for it and not live footloose for the most
Knowing it came from a sexy goose, who you now have her golden egg to brag and boast
Vegetarian lifestyle be advised my organs are very spoiled
Therefore, treat them, accordingly to function well as a car needs premium oil
The true essence of me
So many states, my core will stretch for eyes to see
Appreciated of its vital needs
Another life shall continue to live on
Hopefully, my donated organs will sing, once given an acclamation of a unified song
NoPoo #29 (12-22-20)
Most Of All (NoPoo 41)
In anguish
This aching need
Craves the dulcet tones
Of your voice
When it tenderly
Says my name
I warmly desire
Those lips
That can beguile
Knowing secrets
Of fire ndd lust
But never tells
Yearning to run
Fingers through
Your soft hair
Smelling it
Imagining it
Dishevelled in bed
All these things are beautiful
What i crave
Most of all
Is your naked soul
At its most vulnerable
At its most passionate
This aching need
Craves the dulcet tones
Of your voice
When it tenderly
Says my name
I warmly desire
Those lips
That can beguile
Knowing secrets
Of fire ndd lust
But never tells
Yearning to run
Fingers through
Your soft hair
Smelling it
Imagining it
Dishevelled in bed
All these things are beautiful
What i crave
Most of all
Is your naked soul
At its most vulnerable
At its most passionate
Written by AspergerPoet56
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dreams in recompense.
I woke up hours before the alarm,
forgetting, for just a few drowsy seconds,
left in a haze—
only a dream's kind of stillness,
a foggy, jumbled emotional bliss
I swear
I found you there,... waiting
with arms outstretched in recompense;
Instantly my skin ached to bone with brutal need,
despite knowing far better, when in usual awake;
It was only you and me and all our torched
greed;
Your mouth left quiet,
cursed by my own mind's thieve
I have never known desire more
than so lost in those seconds...
... rendering you in complete.
Written by Bluevelvete
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#NoPoo
12/22/2020
4:18 pm EST
a group of mixed thinking:
>•<
and they're gonna say
his eyes are too young for his face
half an age is no age at all
and I'm not sure I like him
<●{
Albert is back
walking the streets
with a bag full of cider
quit quitting
'cos he didnt have it in him
he'd rather walk the streets
with a phone to his ear
talking to no one
loud
I know ten people
could have took his place
and followed through
til the end
×÷
they're using Christmas
against us
you fools
#NoPoo
>•<
and they're gonna say
his eyes are too young for his face
half an age is no age at all
and I'm not sure I like him
<●{
Albert is back
walking the streets
with a bag full of cider
quit quitting
'cos he didnt have it in him
he'd rather walk the streets
with a phone to his ear
talking to no one
loud
I know ten people
could have took his place
and followed through
til the end
×÷
they're using Christmas
against us
you fools
#NoPoo
Unfinished symphony
got the number for a green man
said he was a lines man
I said it was fine man
thought I'd have
a decent time
thought i'd have
a
decent
time
stepped upon a mine
blew my arse into my mind, man
blew my arse into my mind
blewmy arseinto mymind
got the number for a green man
said he was a lines man
I said it was fine man
thought I'd have
a decent time
thought i'd have
a
decent
time
stepped upon a mine
blew my arse into my mind, man
blew my arse into my mind
blewmy arseinto mymind
lepperochan said:Unfinished symphony
got the number for a green man
said he was a lines man
I said it was fine man
thought I'd have
a decent time
thought i'd have
a
decent
time
stepped upon a mine
blew my arse into my mind, man
blew my arse into my mind
blewmy arseinto my mind
I'm totally enjoying your spills tonight and I'm hoping for a hat trick
🤞🏻
;)
got the number for a green man
said he was a lines man
I said it was fine man
thought I'd have
a decent time
thought i'd have
a
decent
time
stepped upon a mine
blew my arse into my mind, man
blew my arse into my mind
blewmy arseinto my mind
I'm totally enjoying your spills tonight and I'm hoping for a hat trick
🤞🏻
;)
