There you are……..

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There you are, as if the night whispered your name so ever gently as you laid across the waters bay.

There you are, a peaceful light used for those who seek more to this moments delight.

There you are, a fragile beast, so delicate with razor sharp teeth that could gnaw through the bone.

There you are, another soul awaken from its darken den that he once knew as his home.

There you are, another wave came crashing down, drowning those if they become his prey.

There he laid whispering into the night sky, across the waters bay, peaceful in the moments delight. A beast with razor sharp teeth that could penetrate the bone. His soul awoke from his darken abode as the waves crashed down upon his prey and he set sail onward under salty dark blue seas…..

There you are..as he felt his beastly ways melt upon her hallowed hole as the whispers echoed a new fortune for him as he finally found his vitality, his home and found her beautiful soul…..

Karen S-K

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Indentured Servitude

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She weaved a web with her tattered worn clothes, she walked away from the strands that clung unto her woven frayed box. Splinters interlaced her web and punctured more of her garments that tattered onto her horrid webbed wooden box. An unsightly box stood there wrapped around the web underneath the rusty nails that she laid her pretty little head. Fragile, volatile, soft and so used, how could the web entangle her into this web she already once knew. Locked in a box was her indentured servitude as the box was filled with rusty nails and something that couldn’t be true. The box laid cold, musty and diseased with lies for one who dared to venture through the darken box would only come to their own putrid demise. For he could undertake this perilous webbed path as he peered with his helpless eyes. How the web had entangled him into the box barely scraping his fearless hands, gripping the splinters and rusted nails as he clutched onto her strands that she carelessly left behind. There they both rest now under the wooden tattered entangled box. Her indentured servitude remained as she weaved a web with her tattered worn clothes and now the splinters punctured his sad little demise.

Karen S-K
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Audacious Anarchist

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An audacious anarchist once stood before those who queried the factualism of their foresight that they all never knew. He clutched his saber so seditiously from his tattered sheath and plunged it deep within his cogitation so that others would see the malcontent depths that engulfs their ways. The perils that laid at bay for he laughed them all away, for all those who stood listened with such intent that his consciousness awakened those that saw the perils that were hidden in plain sight. Those were no longer led by the pack of wolves that left a corpuscles stench. The sheep they once were, now they were real men. An audacious anarchist once stood before the wolves and sheep and all the men stood so full of spirit as the audacious anarchist could finally see a purlieu before them that the foresight never allowed them to see. Now they clutch their sabers and plunge it deep within their own anarchist souls; so now the audacious anarchist could slumber and awaken to find the wolves hidden within the darkness of the trees. The land now belonged to all the men as they will never be the irrational sheep.

Karen S-K
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Edacious Flesh

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His flesh yearned as he laid deep within her breast, so deep, so proud as if he claimed his stake as if he had dominated his greatest conquest. So loud, so new, so beautiful, so luminous that it could blind all that would peer through;the depths that could echo his yearning flesh into millions of stars seeking the blindness of night though his love so sweet yet, so deeply intertwined beneath the delicate soft saturated sheets. His flesh yearned another layer of life that he buried so deep amongst his burrowed pride. So illuminating, so everlasting true for he felt a sense of idolatry and she felt his edacious lovely truth.

Karen S-K
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Omission of Sorts

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For every being, there’s a glimmer of deception instilled within our psyche that can penetrate the obscure walls that we create. We unleash these walls in hopes to grasp that the reality instilled is just an omission of sorts. For every being has a glimmer of vitality that pervades within these obscure walls; for how can we see the deception when it’s the perception of how we encounter it all. The enemies we see, the allies we face, for you see; it’s only the heart wrenching reality that we perceive that becomes our glimmer of fate and our desire of life

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Indifferent Apathy

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Indifferent Apathy waited for the possibilities of what could be. He sat there waiting again for those moments that he could barely despair and believe. Indifferent Apathy walked along the narrowed ledge, losing his balance, his focus, losing his merry way again. He began a path that reached a sudden wall for the narrowed path gave in and the concrete ledge began to fall. The wall stood so still so tall, higher than the clouds that floated above the wall. Oh, how he seemed to be losing it all, oh, how his endearment yearned to be. He stood there wondering as he looked up to the endless sky, will there ever be lovely maiden revealing his love and opening his eyes to a new light. For he knew how Indifferent Apathetic he was, so callous, so blue, but his indifference became compassion and his apathy turned to warmth when he opened his eyes realizing she was standing there before him this whole time.

“and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you”   – E.E. Cummings

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Ophelia Lying in the Meadow, 1889 J.W. Waterhouse

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