broodingi am one without a second
there is only
one
and i am it
and you are it
one expression
rising in a trillion places
simultaneously.
we call it life
we call it real
and we are it.
~Khrishna
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I still goto sit by the well on those brown grey autumn evenings when the flat white clouds wrinkle the rusty sky as the day goes down.I still go
to think about your siamese cat her oval amber eyes
like lamps in the orange light. how slowly she would slink into my lap to lick and lick my cheek until the blood scratched through.
to think about the empty bottle of Jack tipped over on the table, stuck on those spruce blue winter nights. how slowly we would slide
down on the wooden floor your head sinking in between my knees. &
by ~Khrishna
tiny man made starsi wishedtiny man made stars
on christmas lights this evening still drooping from their wires like dew dropping off a leaf like bold blue stars draped
around the sycamore in the yard.
under the smokey violet sky when no other stars can shine or catch the wishes rising
in a swollen insence smoke up to god there's a constellation tangled in those trees. lightning bugs wrapped in spider webs of wire.
i wished on them from the back porch with the busted telescope, and hoped they wouldn't sputter out in the inky black
february air.
by ~Khrishna
TongueLike a two year old tugging on the edge of his mothers' best blue dress everyTongue
day I stumble over syllable stones I cut every sound from the scratchy red qurry into rough russet words. Drawing up
thick wads of phlegm and green cigarette stink while paving every phrase
into place on the long
pitted road.
If i could i'd tie you down, sucking on ripe apricots careful to crush them
between the niches in the teeth, squelch them into sudden sweetness swell the mouth with the thick sun colored juice and push the pu
by ~Khrishna
Epiphany no. 21It is still there from that nightEpiphany no. 21
you punched me in the eye in the woods,
the ghost mist tickling our skin our skin like death
white marble birch branches tangled over us. Vines like tangled veins crushed under us.
That night you tossed your head
full of bracken amber glow you laughed, you laughed you moved the clouds.
And there is honey in the way your tongue tasted the words and woke the damp sweet air.
And there is honey in the way i tumbled to the dewed uneven earth my light cris
by ~Khrishna
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ive always loved the things youve written, and its been awhile.
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i hope that you pop up! because your stuff is amazing. and it's find that you didn't reply sooner, i am never really on dA anymore anyways
i hope you're doing well! :]
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how have you beeeeen?!
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Do me a favor and start a blgger account with khrishna_90@hotmail.com that password.
How are you doing
or are you not?
I like mysterious persons, it makes my life so much more exciting
Either way you should come and live in cage with me as my lyric writing monkey. It's not poetry but it's close and i'd give you all the banana's and smokes you need
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