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Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

0 posted 2016-01-10 04:40 AM

Iridescentrically Speaking
By: Nadia Lockheart
11/29/15
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A dragonfly lands,
where your finger extends,
atop Dougan Falls,
undergoing a psychic baggage check,
brightening our movement,
we're diamonds in progress,
kindly taking the counsel of the years,
but refuse to surrender cosmic recess...

Just another Transition Tuesday,
give your best power stance,
edit in the electric guitar,
as the wind whips your calves,
taking pride in our color,
tusseling between the lune and the tide,
that gold lion's gonna show us,
where to find the light...
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So we take another joyride,
in your '96 Toyota Camry,
the blood moon soaking your hair,
with two-tone fire ombre,
in your faux leopard print coat,
and Black Milk leggings,
just a couple wicked strawberries,
ch-ch-ch-cherry bombing pageantries...
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...adventure is just bad planning...

...finding the colors as we go,
makes it all enchanting...
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Finally going to bed,
gazing skyward,
mylar on the ceiling,
sleepwalking misadventures,
dozens of keyholes,
which one do I choose,
we can tarp surf the sand dunes,
at hypnotic altitudes...
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And go dancing with the spectrum,
in labyrinths of wind,
amongst gypsy nebulae,
and Naglfar viking ships,
technicolor thunder,
clouds of alkaline,
battling the embers,
going colorblind...
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...in astral bowers of light...
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...face-melting mirages,
smudge this cosmic collage,
with star seed makeup,
and a flaming lotus corsage,
kindling a phoenix,
from a lighter of hope,
and like the Temple of Juno,
our hearts ceaselessly explode...

...going electromode...
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......adventure is just bad planning...

finding the colors as we go,
makes it all enchanting...
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...in the Nexicon Portal,
we'll go trick-or-treating,
never forgetting,
we are alive within mysteries,
sound waves for bracelets,
lip tarred laughter,
becoming lucid,
distractifying the hereafter...
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...adventure is just bad planning,
finding the colors as we go,
makes it all enchanting...
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...teaching me,
to sing with my eyes,
at a higher resolution....

...each day with you,
is an iridescent revolution...
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...an iridescent revolution...
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"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2016-01-10 06:12 PM

Reading you, dear Nadia, is an iridescent experience!

Beautiful heart song!

Margherita

DaysofView
Member

since 2014-04-01

Posts 433
Just A Slice Of The Pie

2 posted 2016-01-10 06:34 PM

Wow! That's a lot of poetry! You must be a nice person like Margherita and Mr. Martini! They're my favorites or some of them anyway. I like lori too and Jerrypat too.

It was just a thought which made them run. It was just an act that killed them.

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

3 posted 2016-01-23 05:24 PM

creative writing...nice flow...james

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