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Click hereThe rhythm was natural between the two,
Souls broken, faltering on hopes’ horizon,
Outsiders existing on the meat of dead souls,
Lost but found in the beat of the heart.
Fucking me
the marrow of my bones melt
I bleed ...
blood
marrow
sacred cream
You drink from my chalice
a womb so empty crying to be whole
Votans beat burns from deep within
métier breeds for an ancient life
drowning lake of vague visions
vociferous soul tracking you
dive into my depths.
Holistic answers of primal screams
womb clamping down
suckling your root of life
deeply planting the seed of hope
Ixchel reigns.
Our life new
Satiated
Plenary
Ben-Elaba
Belachina
Transformed
Ripped asunder, thousands of years anon
riding the gales of Chac-Xib-Chac
moving through a volcanic explosion
Huracan eats denial.
Animal calls,
Jaguar
Wolf
Solitary animals
Mating, knotted within each other
No release until each is spent
My screams dance in the Northern lights
Settling in your desert plains
Trinity of living through a sudden death
Wills lost
Destiny complete
Quetzalcoatl sings.
dlt © Feb. 1 2005
Sophmoric, pseudo-intellectual dross clapped together in an attempt to impress poorly read freshman women. It works best if you're a tall male with long hair who can play a guitar LOL
simply wild Du Lac~
awesome write here, amazing versitility
in your poetry, your style of graspping
a reader is always the same, wonderful!
howel.... hehehe!
Quetzalcoati?
this is a very strong poem, it grabbed me and pulled me right into it. I was even scared for a minute, cool:)
enjoyed this verrry much!
I very much enjoyed your use of language, but what I thought was amazing is the force of will in this. You don't dance around the issue--> you go to it and stay right there until it's done.
Nothing vague (gasp...dare I say it) about this poem. :)