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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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When you write upon the spiral, it doesn’t matter what it is, you tumble into excellency,
if you don’t know what I mean don’t feel bad, for there is no expectancy.
Some they never notice that their ever blooming lotus has taught them some ancient Macramé
But some they can see it, and have learned how to repeat it and they are masters all the same .
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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To comprehend your woundedness destresses me
And every siingle petals bloomingness impresses me
Centerfold bending and bowed into a spiral of fractaling soul edges blend and start to grow into eachother inward to whole,
Every single petals bloomingness impresses me
Yet your woundedness destresses me,
Your geometry is showing me, a much better light, in you, your geometry is growing, me I see the light in you,
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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In the midst of my own desire, I have awakened a force with in my lovely counterpart that isnt so becoming, and this reflection distresses me, in ways that I can not explain, if I can even feel them.
How have a created this situation and I do I rectify it once again.
Never in my soul was there ever a desire for these things to become upon my connections,
Yet here they are.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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You see I have had dreams like these for centuries, where I die in the beginning instead of the end
And I make like flowers pressing into the ground as my jaw grows lax and the decay of my body allows me to penetrate all that’s around me in a way, a living being never can.
And to understand what it means to be deAd, before you die is to understand what your looking at when you look into the sky.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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On the nights that I can’t sleep, I pretend this is all that exists, the constant hushing of the fan,
And with my eyes wide open in the dark, serpentine glitter begins to swirl as the night turns into galaxy and I see nothing, but then I see everything.
And all at once, my love and my fear, coexist with in one another, morphing faces, and as the great Goat eats grass at my feet, I feel the stars are watching me, and they say, oh look, at this little one, edging the tip of Gods Great Tongue, she’s thoughtful isn’t she, she sees us too, to bad she’s as temporary as morning dew.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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Every ones alive and I’m alright but from time to time I die inside, a little closer to the ledge every time, it’s easy with the herbs of the earth
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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Meet yer poet
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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And when the time comes, I won’t need a savior to carry me up the stairs.
With broken limbs and a bloody nose, I will seek to settle my affairs
In the calmest of fashions with you in my mind
And heart beating harder as it scrambles to find
A safe place to rest, all the blood and the bones
And a warm place to sleep, and a space to call home.
For the travel of time, it wears on the soul and the place where mine was is now an empty hole,
But that’s not how sounds, ‘stead it’s opposites.
For the empty space has a throne where I sometimes sit.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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I’d quite forgotten the rush of adrenaline
When you lifted my guitar by its neck.
the first two blows were silence.
But the third I couldn’t comprehend,
And so my arms around your throat and my teeth around you lip
We fell to the floor as remorse filled your body.
My wife, I never wanted it to be like this, as tears fill your eyes…
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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And when love turns a cold shoulder
I grow a tendril to choke it with
And when it desperately gasps for air I grow three more.
But when it surrenders to death, I recoil and die with it.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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the flowers are blushing my lids, and dreamy is a state of consciousness. A place I’d like to stay.
I keep things dry.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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If you die in the spring, I’ll adorn you with dandelions, and purple clover.
If you die in the summer I’ll smother you with canna Lily, until the mourning is over.
If you die in the fall I will wrap jasmine clematis all around you’re face and cover you in leaves.
If you die in the winter I’ll collect sticks and pine and make a beautiful wreath.
When you die, I will be there, holding clothe .
Wiping away the spit, and brushing the dust off.
I will hold you when your limp, until you are rigor stiff.
I will hold you in my mind and turn you into myth.
With the stories of your life and all that you had conquered,
When you die, I’ll be there, holding flowers in your honor.
HLD.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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And like dew trickling wildly to the tip of the leaf, thoughts fall of the edge of perspective and are quickly whisked away, so I no longer take them with even a grain of salt, more so with a breath of wind.
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greeneyesneverdies · 2 years
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How does one make friends?
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greeneyesneverdies · 3 years
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And when the rain stops for a while, and you have nothing to drink, will it ever really matter, all the things you think,
if they had nothing to do with handling the west, and it was short, the performance of your best.
Now that conditions are less favorable. The world temporarily not eden. Can you not live, if uncomfortable. Since all of your harvests been eaten.
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greeneyesneverdies · 3 years
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If you die in the spring, I’ll adorn you with dandelions, and purple clover.
If you die in the summer I’ll smother you with canna Lily, until the mourning is over.
If you die in the fall I will wrap jasmine clematis all around you’re face and cover you in leaves.
If you die in the winter I’ll collect sticks and pine and make a beautiful wreath.
When you die, I will be there, holding clothe .
Wiping away the spit, and brushing the dust off.
I will hold you when your limp, until you are rigor stiff.
I will hold you in my mind and turn you into myth.
With the stories of your life and all that you had conquered,
When you die, I’ll be there, holding flowers in your honor.
HLD.
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