I drank you from a cup of coffee today

There were your foamed initials

resting incomprehensibly

on the hot fluid. It felt

awkward sipping

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Inside everyone is controlled hatred if there wasn’t society wouldn’t work.

When it is let out by the masked savages of Cavan-Chickens-Bullies- there’s uncontrollable hatred let lose on humanity.

Don’t talk to me of save the environment. It is dead.

But in these weeks of the awakening Spring

Something within me has been freed-something

That in the past dark years unconscious lay,

Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands

Who know not what I was that Yesterday

R M Rilke

The woman who loves by Rilke
The woman who loves by Rilke
When I'm Scared
When I’m Scared

When something arises beyond the knowledge that already exists an immolation begins inside of us. He is the match and I am the flame the unfettered light. Watching him in his anxiety of supposition and solitude.

Cumulonimbus waiting for

Vesuvius’ eruption

Cumulonimbus waiting for Vesuvius' eruption

Cumulonimbus is a cloud of voluptuous exciting brightness and powerful up currents, soft fluffy and desirous but containing dark thunder storms and shafts of torrential rain, lightning and tornadoes.

Like Dionysus whose troop of devotees followed him around for his wild and beautiful nature, it was for this Cumulonimbus waited, this wildness and frenzy like passion for pleasure and festivity of Dionysus which went voraciously unabated.

When they would erupt together the sky would be crazed with light and darkness.

When Dionysus created heat with his pine cone staff this would start the right conditions for Cumulonimbus to prepare for precipitous pleasure.

First there was the development and supercell desire followed by the mature stage then full dissipation for which Dionysus waited eagerly.

This unity brings with it turbulence so dynamic that Vesuvius erupts and spews angry bursts of molten flame into cumulonimbus where Dionysus charges onwards into the depths of Thebes clinging to Cumulonimbus screaming in congestive torrents of nascent Perseids.

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