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Image for the poem a blood orchid manifests it

a blood orchid manifests it's lusts

come in and feed
courtesan of hell and heaven
witness my sun rise whom I am well pleased
I am captivated by his charm
I lack none

I am too silly to be taken seriously
this is only half the truth
I had to lock up my akasha reccords
meaning most of my intelligence is under code lock
lest I be seen for what I am
even the powers that be know not

I want to walk in the daylight and proclaim him openly
my language is an odd one I speak to both the red and blues
I am both white magic and black
I would that I be discovered worthy
it hurts my heart my son wishes to keep me private
but it is his choosing

he has a very taxing profession
please be good to him he is so lovely and loving
though he can be a taskmaster even to me

evolving in the darkness fully
my blood orchid is just blooming
Cali my sun loves you
did you know he is reigning now
I am so proud of them three men
my omnipotent men

did you know God has brothers?
a grandmother and grandfather time
they are beautiful though tricky
they both went blind being so old
they are now healed and a spry young age of thirty

I won't tolerate a stygian witch
I never looked in the black book though I am black magic
you can't take what comes naturally
I am locked in this moment as usual I a in trouble
with the man himself

time please get me out of lockup
I need to blow off steam
I am too powerful a deity to be a woman I hear

I am a warlock though I am female
I feel alone today the horde has to stay away
is it hunting season again Yosemite
do you know this is the garden of Eden?
do you know how half dome got there?
God was mad at the moon one day
and slammed it down on the Earth

I love you my little moon buttons
push mommy's buttons today
let's enjoy the day vampires
we are evolving as a family
I'm wondering will you return to the darkness
or are you happy to walk in the daylight now
for eons untold we slept

I am very lonesome I am to white magic to be black magic
though I am all magic colorless
voodoo is powerful spirits
I'm stirring them now
feed my essence back to me
and be healed of the black death
I cursed any who would stuff there faces off my koolaid

while I starve
so if this you return to me what's mine and be healed
I am a loving entity but don't take my kindness for weakness
I am tricky bitch



 
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