constant & beating
what shall I do with her anymore
wasting divine feminine
silence wrapped around my throat
bleeding an unending rain
rooted in centuries
stretched a thousand years
this heart soaked in red thread
blushed and violent
expanding
breaking
mending…
so far away; almost home
EDC - scientist now writing - none of us is one thing - I've been called a few.
My soul connection journey
Welcome to my world.
YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE
PIECES OF ME...
Christopher Bland
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
Strength in Mind, Body, and Spirit.
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A taste of lipstick, licorice and grace
Happy Colorful Growth
I Prefer Not To.
Author, Poet, Photographer
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Bite-sized romance for the discerning reader.
Nice one ☝️
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Thank you!
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Awesome write with deep feeling and meaning, I think
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Yes it goes deep… a heart is vast and holds a inner knowing more pure then ever our mind…
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