Resurrection by Rachel-Lynn Bradey

Please stop

the cessation

of thought tattooed on my brow

 

In powdered prophecies

and cradled curses I loom

 

Aborting the royal dynasty

flowering in bloom

 

Crowned in ashes

and baby’s breath I rise

 

A snarling sphinx

riding the crescent of demise

 

This rose shrouded melody molding

to my withered petals folding

 

In the grasp, the claw

of Osiris’s mighty jaw

 

A possessed gorgon suspended

and slumbering in stone

 

Bathing in your idols

resurrected pheromones

 

Clutching the holy rhapsody

that’s nursed within his apathy

Cronus grows his chains

 

Nurturing my vanity

reflecting her insanity

Isis pulsing through my veins

 

I’m fashioning the fetus

of darkened Gods born dreaming

 

A gore spattered conduit stunned screaming

 

The famed inferno split conceiving

spirits; in utero still seething

O lord, bless my people

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O lord, bless my people
They love you so much-
They see you in every
Fraud, every charlatan
That takes your name.
 
 
 
O lord, bless my people
They ask for so little-
A few stones, out of
Your infinite treasures
A few more days to live.
 
 
 
O lord, bless my people
They love you so much-
They are ready to kill…

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my hands are tied to caring

Reblogged from lazierhead:

Fear not for asteroids or meteors -
my dust collected all of these things,
they blew those distant whimpers away
though the Earth may be smashed into a pulp.
Dream tonight of a thousand flying doves,
before they find themselves underground.
All my books have undone themselves for good,
no wonderment of waves can crash these shores,
soon the deep will swallow our bodies…

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Foss

Reblogged from Bug-Eyed Diary:

Have a heart for the quantum!

By which all three states of water can co-exist

Whereas in a phase transition

It's either the fault of the car or the driver.

Experiences in the switch over to chaos

Becomes critical

Where the ice is melting.

By the falls

The scientists are wearing yellow raincoats

And, for some reason,

Clear plastic shields over their faces.

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Day 254

Reblogged from Speedyjoemarxist's Weblog:

Michelle Diane Allanson

Merging histories and stories true

Incubates  life in a precious crew

Changing perceptions with a present grace

Heals the wounded heart in constant space

Elevating souls to a holy writ

Levels the body, mind, soul fit

Learning constantly to find peace anew

Earns a transcendence whole and true

Daring never to be the last

Instills a feverish idealism past…

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