This Moment

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I will explain the inaudible question today,
The nerves of my brain, poke the inners of black skin,
Time is boundless, the clock stares my power,
Like the drunk stare of a beggar,
This memory shall fade, this body shall become liquid,
what shall remain is my shadow of beauty,
I ponder the fidelity, It reckons my pink misty heart
where a seepage of dust, solitude, infestation resides.
Time heals everything, and what about the healing of time?
I hear the crackling of my wrist, speaking veracity to me
I hear burns and see ashes.
I swim in my own generated swamp of lies,
And a sparkle of love.
I am a ghostly moon walking naked on the surface of volatile Earth,
Do I scare the truth now? Or I am the truth?
My Body becomes a wild forest, nails chipping, sentiments floating.
Love, despair, contentment, diligence, heartache’s.
This moment sucks the weed and the ice, I learn something about—this hideous moment.

©My Valiant Soul



 

Corona

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I see you hanging from the roots of the mighty moon that join the oblivion distance between our naked space. This space is Point Blank. Your screams scratch your inner linings of delicate skin, producing an hour of a shooting star. A river of pervasive murmurs.

I walk along, to slurp the pain, the gain, the withering, the blooming onto my toe ring, soothing yet mystical. Burn the ash, lit the fire. Do you see the distance?

Flicker the holy waters onto your collarbone, smell its corona like fragrance.

Melt along with me into fragments of desire, lost yet found.


©my valiant soul