A Mantra and A Prayer by OneWithTheStars, literature
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A Mantra and A Prayer
Against all
sense of reason, breathe…
Calm the agony;
push it down.
Endorphins
cannot win this fight;
gargantuan odds
make it hard.
If only
someone else would just
kill this vile demon—
or linger…
Maybe then
I could face the noise,
or else drown it out
for good. Please…
Quivering,
I just seek some rest—
safety in your arms;
together.
Until then
anguish and love vie
within my poor heart
now xeric…
You alone
can help me reach Zen.
Of Regal Bearings Come Ill Tidings by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Of Regal Bearings Come Ill Tidings
An affronting barb
catches those in iron hold,
exuding vile stuff
gathered in the aftermath:
Infect, multi-taj,
kill lungs, blood nonfunctional.
Masks formed, fitted on
over washed hands, gloves, gowned up.
Quick for an answer,
studies posed and research sought,
untried and improv,
willing subjects test new vax…
Ye crown virus quiz.
Almonds crunch between the teeth briefly before
chocolate cascades along a tongue and down,
enveloped, embraced by a waiting mouth freely.
Gratification never tasted so sweetly, heavenly,
interwoven with the faintest hint of orange juice
kissing along the satin surfaces of a pair of lips.
Minutes melt while a throaty hum vibrates noiselessly,
offering the most implicit acknowledgement of praise;
quiet, so that the sensations of taste and touch are relished…
Slinking in, unaware, another presence seeks a taste:
Upturned lips and laughter ensues, remnants are for then vied,
wholly melding mouth to mouth, fingers entwine exuberantly,
yearn
Mark of the Unloved by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Mark of the Unloved
Aftermath comes far too late;
torn asunder, my universe breaks…
Cleaving of a heart never hurt so much,
both blood and ectoplasm leak, drain…
Disfigured remnants darken, grey,
casting the world into a morbid evening,
forlorn, premature, bearing only ill tidings
while a pallid moon wanes, falls to the ground.
Ghastly specters rise from their graves,
each holding visages, names, and histories…
Incantations lamenting from their idling throats
moaned, groaned, wailing with unhinged jaws.
Jaded by apparitions that haunt endlessly
come to remind me of past failures, I know;
love isn’t meant for someone such as I.
(Perhaps
The Hydrocyanic Laurel by OneWithTheStars, literature
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The Hydrocyanic Laurel
Asphyxiation
begins the moment her voice
cuts through the tranquility of my mind—
disturbing and destroying the balance—
echoing the vilest of sentiments,
forever driving wedges while conjuring
grotesque creatures to stir and gather.
Hovering as vultures to prey on my carrion,
inevitably lost in the wake of her wrath,
justifying her hatred as they continue to feast,
killing all sense of goodness that could be there.
Living has become far too painful in her presence;
masochistically, I don’t make effort to escape,
neither am I allowed to bear shield nor sword…
Overwhelmed by the powers that hold me down,
pressing upon m
the new zealots - napo 5 by IntelligentZombie, literature
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the new zealots - napo 5
after this,
long broken bedmates
can’t sleep anymore
fearing dreams.
existing
is starting to feel
good, like cyanide
safe, like hell
idols come,
a storm of jackboots
kisses of blood left
on leather
misery
and pain were never
our only methods
to know peace
quit this hope,
this constant running
seeking out the pale,
dying truths.
under heels
cruel and viral
we sharpen until
xyresic.
you embrace
the newest zealots.
refugee - napo day 4 by IntelligentZombie, literature
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refugee - napo day 4
a stain on the bib,
cracks in a home destroyed
emptied of belief
guzzle your cocktails of ash
incensed by raj
(kindness for the unsinful)
martyrs in false zen-
opulent force-fed tranq’ sleep.
questing sons murder
such beauty, and they drown it
under sky of MIRV
wanting to be the apex
you wait for the blitz.
guides - napo day 1 by IntelligentZombie, literature
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guides - napo day 1
aching, hollow bones in the courtyard, they used to be birds
craving flight, cadavers breathing moonlight, wings kissed by death
eternity is closing your eyes to the dream, finding freedom in flight
ghosted inkblot avians, they guide the travelers back to her
infinite folds in intricate lace, spiderweb framed lack of clear judgement
kept in that crystal place where beauty lies equally in shadow and light
mourning something (they used to be birds,) they shine in nonexistence
oh pretty things, you (used to be birds) hoard all that’s precious
questions abound in beaded eyes, echoes of feathers move restless
shrieking to the cosmos th