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Time Slips Through

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Time Slips through my hands like sand
Precious sand that at times I'll admit I've tried to throw away
Wishing for it to go faster to be farther along
Now as it trickles past I wonder if I really should have
Wished it all away...
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How will you spend ur sand?
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To listen is not to feel Simply allowing your arms to transform Into powerful serpents as light as wings Or your feet to dance patterns They alone can sense Is not to truly experience. To experience music is something That goes beyond idle pleasure. Lights dim The world around you vanishes And your eyes close For in this alone they are best shut. Your arms and feet feel light The impulse to dance is there But in awe of such beauty Your body remains completely still And pure sound Fills you and surrounds you. The instruments blend together Fading into one another There is no individual in music Together they are a being of
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Because human nature zig-zagged in reverse from wand-waving mornings to night, plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails and mud-trudging through kitchen floors, Because we ignored the blue neon signs that smiled Enter through the gates, and monkeyed up the glass walls instead, with the grace of a bullet-filled car, Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood-- but the spectators gave him nil out of ten, though Perfection had wrapped him in white. Because human nature keeps sliding down driveways without elbow guards or mothering smiles, because we attempt to feel
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Woman God, Quiet Sun
i have become rounder jiggling broad buttocks wide-set breasts satisfying me selfish and sexual in a way that doesn't whisper of children women gods dwell in my solar plexus fire my chill steady womb clutch my breasts as theirs inhabit my blood spread my fingers we spin together how do i run my fingers through the hair of this power that is mine how do i teach this fire chant feather words searing breath give you my ashen throat swallow without swallowing to spit out all you who are in my care and keeping my saliva sanctifies gives curse and charm i move shadow and light together empty of all separation and yet separate facing each othe
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ZexyPineCones's avatar
A beautiful thought...one must be careful what they wish for. :)
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NekoChanTheKitty|Hobbyist General Artist
Wow. Short but sweet. Really makes you think. Good job!
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Shinobi-Gambu|Student General Artist
Real nicely done poem here :aww: Now I can see the time on sands
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