Heaves Mistly men scream. Thousands sleepfrom life, neverrecall red rainsprays eat sky. You watch throughmean purple lightraw, sweating shadowsuits with whys. Some must meatnot sing, mad in fiddle drive,smelly, ugly heaves. The Oracle speaks through magnet poetry.
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The Oracle Speaks: Through Intuition See
The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…
The Oracle Speaks — About Ache
About AcheSymphony skin, honey dream,rock crushing diamond driveis in me, boiling beneathdelirious fiddle music;but shadow has shot throughmeanly with never, itssleepy, lazy chants coollust in blue blows. It’s been awhile since consulting The Oracle. Magnetic Poetry Original Set
The Oracle Speaks — Ask a rock why
Ask a rock why. When will they be, forest-haired, singing some stormly sky to lathered light? Diamond-breasted dreamers lust after summer shadow. Sad moon honey crushes ache together, bitter, smelly eggs. Red rain, please recall garden petal dresses, sweet roses moaning with their bare fiddle symphony. Bonus message: play goddess, shine show no ugly rust….
The Oracle Speaks — Be Home Soon
Come Soon Dark poetry grows full,a frost over everything;clouds some say thrivelike blue in winter prairie,no verdant song out there. Come soon, quiet springafter cold dusk cover,breathe with warm murmura sacred dawn. Bonus message: by seed & raina happy gardenof color The Oracle Speaks through magnet poetry.
The Oracle Speaks — Linger Not Here for Perfumed Voice
“Dreams and Desires 02” by Gayle Berry linger not here for perfumed voice linger not here for perfumed voice,angel’s velvet desire a ghost who always comes by night, a slow kiss is but a doggrowling for your broken embrace;dark candy magic flowersferocious need, must bleed & die morning window openmelt secret poison awaywake warm from…
The Oracle Speaks — Red is My Rain
Red is My RainYou, woman,are a pink rock,shadowed above,shot still with man’s urges;he who plays beautyas drunk lazy want.Sweet on smooth skin,he fiddles deliriously,mad as boiled sea.Blue diamond smells time.She storms less like lustbut sees how like wax the suit,a purple lie of sordid rust. The Oracle Speaks here.
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