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And in Anonymity, I Kill You - Rose Kathence Mae

7/6/2014

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And in Anonymity, I Kill You

In my hands I carry the world 
And in it there is you.
She will be poles apart from that. 
She will be your sovereign when I turn my back to you, the fool. 
She will raise your sanctuary’s sun 
And adorn her dark hair with jasmine. 
She is all the wonder of hell and I am exiled to Heaven. 
When you kiss her hand my arms quake, 
Atlas shrugged, and my eyes grow somnolent. 
You are in my world and on it rests the lion in chains. 
All are in my hands. 

I will send out the raven to you, 
My last attempt, but she is serene. 
She is solid and I am all too unstable, 
Your left overs, the beaten alley cat, the roach on the molded bread. 
I am that of pickled ham and maggot honey 
When she stole the perfume. 
In night when chills come she will warm you 
And I will walk the streets with the world in my hands, 
Instead, of on my shoulders. 
They are mending from where I once carried you. 
She is porcelain and ivory, 
Red lips with strawberry, 
Brown eyes with mahogany 
And a loin to match when I am the truth of Eden.

She will do you right, 
Her hips swirling you into a frenzy. 
She will take your voice and breath with her. 
She will display it on her earings or in a tattoo. 
She will wear the ring as an actress in a trophy role.
In all its expensive glimmer when I watch in discomfort. 

She is this because she is everywhere 
And I am rare, lonesome. 
Her face appearing in the women’s skins, 
Lacking in vice,
But claiming no virtues 
And she is everywhere when I just wait here. 

In my hands I carry the world and in mine I see only one you, 
But she will see you in triples when money runs dry. 
She will kick you when down 
And swirl her hips once more to re animate you. 
She will scream at mist 
And fight when you sleep with your shadow. 
There is only room for one, 
She will say. 
And I sit by the curb cutting my hair, 
Leaving a trail for you. 

It was always you, 
My innocence, 
My smiles. 
Reclusive fingernails, 
Knives to end yourself 
For in my hand there sits the world 
And by my heart the old picture of you.
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Matte Blk link
10/19/2020 11:22:13 am

Wanna RITE Upstairs, miss gorgeous? Then follow along:

Dont deny
the Truth:
|
'Not one soul will
perish who puts
their trust in Me'
-Jesus
|
http://AbstractVocabulary.blogspot.com

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Matte Blk link
10/19/2020 11:25:16 am

On October 30, 1985,
not far from my house,
we lost our lives...

Im so ready to die now
(Im a Near Death Experiencer -
saw a lil of Seventh-Heaven):
to live! love! exponentially!
to VitSee-harmony for eternity!!
to RITE with a passion 999×999+
nonillion novels in ♡OUR♡
exalted, extravagant excess!!!

Are you? If you aint, miss gorgeous,
why donchoo make like a choochoo
and high-tail it into Seventh-Heaven
so we can eternally party-hardy, girl:

Our lit 45-caliber-blogOramma speaks
volumes IF ya gotta lotta primordial
moxie, chock! fulla! ample surrealism!!
as in: 'dunno. dijoo wannum? gotta
hooo gobba lotta nada unless youse
believe' (skuze d’New Joisey axxent).

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