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You were my altar! About your ears I recited my prayers, my waking prayers in my soul by the contemplation of the beauty of your magnificent lips, the esoteric contours of your body and my spirit wanted to hear the songs that emerged from your mouth, delicate whispers aroused by my whispers in your ears.

You were my altar and I wanted to enter your temple, go beyond the veils that hid your mystical sensuality and behold thee naked, revealed before my eyes. My mouth wanted to reach the honey of your ******* and sweeten all my judgments.

You were my altar, and my lips constantly wanted the wine in your mouth, revealing in my mind the secrets of the Divine that dwells in you.

You were my altar and on you I recited my songs, my sutras and litanies written in the siddur of my soul.

You were my altar, my esoteric Garden, and your Lotus was my heavenly song, the Bhagavad-Gita of my heart. I was your Arjuna and you was my Krishna ... ".
Dipankara Vedas on the altar of the Sacred Feminine Femilinidade to Esotérika - The Poetry Of Awakening.
Your heart is frost
But your soul was sweet
The one who broke you
I desperately need to meet
If I tell him you’re lost
Will he come and fix you
Or will you just never fit
My missing puzzle piece?
Stop looking at yourself
as half of
an incomplete puzzle,

you are
your
own
*******
work of art,

indivisible,
and non depreciable.
"My innermost feelings are scattered all over the internet for others to read but if you were ever to come across them and solve the puzzle, I don’t know what I’d do."
-LM-Everything I Didn't Say #22
Just enough riddles
To number thirteen.
What makes me giggle,
You might call obscene!

1.
The start of the end,
At the end of time.
Comes first in Earth,
And finishes rhyme.

2.
Inside this foul clan, you will find
Not just two, but three of my kind.

3.
What doth thine eye
Most keenly spy
During the calm
Of the stormy sky?

4.
Actors eagerly
Anticipated
This primary line,
Then participated.

5.
It might make you think
Of something like "aches",
The black ball in pool
With the number "8".

6.
A young man, Arnie
Placed his ball on me
When he stopped mixing
This drink, lemony.

7.
Beginning of first,
But never in last.
It's how you begin
To scribe the text fast.

8.
The one who's reading
This most bizarre tale,
On who I depend
To somehow prevail!

The first word's a name,
The third can explain
The point of this game,
So simple and plain.

B-A-C-F-E - F-E-A - D-H-A-A-G
If you are unable to answer the riddle, I'll eventually reveal it, but I have faith in you.
Elizabeth Been Jun 2016
Just a picture.
Another memory.
Another face.
Another story.

One cuts deep but you'll never know, for the cuts are in her soul. Her tears scream blood ******. Her laughter is a haunt, from the passenger she used to carry, the one that got lost. she fumbled in the dark trying to find it, but grabbed the wrong piece. Leaving the puzzle broken.
And carrying a beast.
-been
Dead lover Jun 2016
It is night, And I cannot sleep.
Guardian aside, so I cannot weep.
It is not right, I am not satisfied,
My pride, they did sweep.

It is night, on bed I still toss,
Its my life, I am its boss
And now my life is like,
Finding Tomatoes in tomato sauce.

It is night, and still my life does juggle,
Am drowning, my eyes turned bed to puddle.
Its cold, on the wet bed I cannot cuddle.
God Why Am I a trouble, And my life a Puzzle?
sorry myself.
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
It's Crazy, can't vivisect*
why I must Die to resurrect!
Keren Jun 2016
She was whole
in silence but
there was someone
who made her feel like
something's missing in her life
and that
he is the missing piece to complete her life puzzle
so she welcomed him with open arms
and keep him locked in her shackled
not wanting to let him go
but he
was suffocated
he barely can breathe
because of the tightness
so he pushed her away
to feel alive again
And she tried to hug him again
because she felt incomplete
but he went missing
and
other pieces of her went missing too
each day
and soon she realized
she was whole before him
that he is just a filthy piece
Devin Ortiz Jun 2016
I have been driven mad
Looking for the words
That will enevitably set me free
Then I thought of a thing that truly must be

The incantation to break the shackles
Was never owned by me
The secret in the poems
Is that the sacred words are another's

Puzzle boxes writing desperately
Searching high and low
For a solution to their mystery
Only to find the key is a lover

Of ancient words and rhythms
The passion for magic in writing
I know this because I found truth
Within the winding words of another.
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