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wolf blood.
1. perfect and prone to destruction.
he said, stay trill and i shuttered at the remark, ”do i even know this person” i thought as the sunset faced me and you applied blue eye shadow in the rear view mirror. it was one of those unholy days, perhaps even weeks, when you sin repeatedly by just hating the world around you. helpless disdain.
obelisk humanity unwavering monolithic structural make up of a soul once soft and serene, now impenetrable to most. i’d curse you if i wasn’t so impressed by your sheer ability to swoon and sway, the sharp dialect and iced eyes. still such a child to dare force the impossible. the disgusting truth of depth and connection so deep it had penetrated every bone, blood vessel, eye socket, muscle, tissue and skin cell to the point where i could feel your thoughts. the exorcism of such extremities- what an impossible action. dislocating your spirit from form, flesh from soul; cells must die and be reborn.
How painful, “it was”. I started by throwing away your underwear and socks, then proceeded from there….
2. (preach)
in this i have learned silence- to give space and time to situations, let it steep, cook, simmer, boil, soak….and then in all things find yourself just existing and let there be nothingness in place of every emotion pulsing through your exaggerated beating flesh and blue rivers like cellular emeralds. encompass empathy, be the candle in the darkness. forget everyone, and everything that ever hurt you . be nothing but free. freedom is love.
3.
on the porch waiting for signs,
a humming bird flew close,
an indication of survival despite the harsh beauty of blooming roses and pollution stinging my eyes.
folding paper in a chair, the lighting is good, origami is the best thing to happen to me in years. Poor sorrow filled paper, the subtle indication of the demise of humanity. folding the thin news print into birds for the death of the ego; i put a piece of my heart inside to be reborn in its delicate folds. for it exists entirely in this dimension, it will not shift, waver or project outwards, its matter is fixed. air, earth and fire, feral, loose and abandoned by all the gods; we are mutable.
distant blood heart,
to whom this legacy of words is written in dedication,
in hopes you remember and never forget. Wolf inside me, i became you and you me in cyclical motion transcendental shifting. Walls turned to ancient stone and the colors of purple and gold pierced through me like a dagger, uncloaking the darkness to reveal light. In that moment embodied only by higher self, i was priestess in multiple orgasmic color spectrum’s, shifting from woman to animal and back. Just like our ancestors and those before, we walk with animals and our eyes become the same color.
high on ancient future.
the intensity is not what you fear, its the reality of our human condition, here and now; 2013. money and money and things that blind you.
things that bind you.
this is the battlefield, the dark ages, I’ve got an axe in hand; pensive and fierce.
Matthew Stone . Unconditional Commitment to Sacred Love.
Indigo Myths, 2012.
You Don’t Have to Bend the Whole World, 2012.
Energetic Level, 2012.
Ordinary Mistic State, 2012.
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