“Pin on the Sun King“ day will be purple suit or it can boil as ached moanegg sun drooling juice languidly eating through screamsfingering my arm fluffing breast beneath gownplay above like moon mad mist smell blow awaylove dressed summer ship wind’s luscious peach music sing me
Category: magnet set
The Oracle Speaks — Dirty
soft belly marble colors me champagne broken baby working to heal in caramel corduroy of melt embrace poetry fly a naked fool for need never haunts air fire flower fever cake blushy red with joy growl hot moist magic make dirt of this time only doing is sacred top image link Magnetic poetry using the…
The Oracle Speaks — warm rainbow breath
dare smile who knows laugh at rain child the world a comforting light can see a little thing feeling tickle of day’s warm rainbow breath using magnetic poetry’s happiness set (sometimes I need a little help childing the world)
Message from The Oracle — Possibilities to Spring
See every day as little life surprise, soul sun out, and peace alive. Dare laughter, be wonder; dream, child. Hope where no bloom is as a world feels between. Believe vibration’s possibilities to spring. pic taken in November at sunset at The Highlands, which is a part of Blandford Nature Center This poem made possible…
Oracle 111123 — Summer’s Skin
Enormous petals moon usboiling whispery chants;sad cool sea, frantic sleep,repulsive fluff we elaborateand suits life here. But up there in the peachby day we soar light,sun luscious urge, drunkas a puppy by mad wind;my tongue licks summer’ssmooth skin. thank you magnetic poetry online for making the Oracle possible and easy to tap into
magnetic poetry 102123
Beneath bluebird there’s no sun but run barefoot believe almost anything warmth and bliss only this essential light vibration our soul I used the “happiness” set at magneticpoetry.com. Thank you, Oracle.
Kerfe’s RWG 15 — Graveside
You summon me with yoke of guilt; a filthy debt, your profit unsated. My fangs bared, ugly spoils to your curled finger. You find comfort in my squirm as you scrub salt into wounds still smashed, festering, oozing pools of woe. As of your death, there will be no paid in full. top image: “Mourning…
