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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Of Smut & Sin. Of smut and sin,. It seems I know not where to begin. For one, it seems I never tire,. Of old flames and antiquated fires. I burn, I yearn, I desire –. Moans rise in creche do upon my pyre! I languish, I lavish, I aspire –. Freedom and abandon taking me higher. But every fire burns out. Diminishes and dwindles –. Mere embers with lost principles. These were my old flames. To learn of passion is to also learn of pain. Lust takes no prisoners,.
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July | 2016 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: July 2016. Once upon a Dream Time,. There was a woman who was Blind. She sought to Fool others, so became the Fool. Two divergent paths are tread,. When one seeks to wear a Mask, Instead. Without Recognizing Reason,. The Fool is shaken by the Changing Seasons. Lightening descends, on a Mission,. Blasted Tower, shatters Her vision. Wandering Lost, the Fool becomes again,. The Serpent Eats its Tail again. And reminds her she is always Free.
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December | 2016 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: December 2016. Some kind of lesson,. About minding the mission. Change my position,. Use logical thinking…. I think I’m winning. This is just beginning,. The eternal shifting,. Maybe I’m breaking…. I could be faking,. But really I’m taking –. Every thing’s fine. Just a simple illusion. But I duck and weave…. Won’t be deceived. I’ll deliver myself,. With my own help –. If that’s what it takes. To be come my self. As I clean away the debris,.
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Not Hungry | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. January 2, 2017. All I hear is laughter,. Your provocative tone,. I’m already at home. But there’s a fuss about. Not enough ganja haze –. Laze about lizard-like,. Cerebral escaladed, hype. I am Kung Fu Panda,. Laugh all you like. But that visceral tickle. Hounds me at night. And I’m bound by the moon. With the sound of the drum –. I hear hummingbirds hum,. And the rattlesnake shakes. His rattle in the wake,. Of the roadrunner’s run. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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November | 2016 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: November 2016. Ode to the Talking Lizard. Oh, Great Gecko,. Whose Spirit calls to me,. Whose very camouflage confounds me,. It appears your gifts are varied,. As the angles from which you see. Your gift of vertical motion,. Simplified by seemingly extraneous skin,. And the sensation,. The very tactile nature of your being,. Seems quite extra ordinary in and of itself. You cling and lay low with ease,. And your finesse at jumping and release,.
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October | 2016 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: October 2016. There once was a Mystic who lived on a climb,. I stumbled upon her path one time. Her ideas were clever and her thoughts nimble,. And in the typical fashion of Seers used symbol. The veil of Madonna, she said gave her sight,. While she made to loosen my blinders, tight. She spoke of a Blue Feather,. Which we could Manifest together. As if such an appearance would occur,. In the prairies of the Old West here. So I could see them i...
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January | 2017 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: January 2017. I can do this. Stay in the present,. Isn’t this pleasant? I remind myself,. And what is, Is. And what will be, Will Be. And I am free,. I say to me. One of the lucky few,. Though I just got the clue,. I’m learning fast,. I’m cramming hard,. Cuz I heard that’s what I do. And doing is the right thing,. Where righteous action brings. Of only things I have imagined,. But now I set to planning it. Its only me, I’m working on,. Follow ...
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In the End | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Walls are Built in My Honor. Mountain Mystic ». October 19, 2016. She had met her match. Not how she planned it,. But it happened anyway. Took her breath away,. Stole her words, too. Turned her into a damn fool,. Till she walked away. Hardest thing — strange too;. You looked as good as always,. This Post was posted in Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Of Smut & Sin.
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October | 2015 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: October 2015. Won’t give an inch. I’d walk a mile – across hot coals,. Thinking I’m bold,. While you find me boring. And I’ve been asleep,. Talk, talk, talking about nothing. But having very good questions. All the while. What a pile…. Stay for a while? Lost in the old. A maze of memory, fractals without completion. Only to realize it’s all just ticking. Slick as silk and white as milk,. You loved me once. But forever recycling through hell,.
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March | 2016 | feisty fyxe
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Of Twilight and Mystery, Nature and Poetry. Monthly Archives: March 2016. Wrapped your arms around me,. So I never felt the cold. Restless with the weather,. I rushed in as fools do. Time was folding-in then,. It was Escher, all warped,. But you were my Flying Nimbus. Magic carpet ride –. And a whole new world. But I’ve been a runaway princess. My whole life. Ask anyone. I was never lost, though. Wide-eyed, Gecko Boy. Never saw you coming, Love,. You came to me smelling of puffed pastry,. March 19, 2016.
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