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Barbarian Karma, a Savage Ascent

I am nothing 
        like you,       you, nothing like I anymoor. And even in a world of fictions, tales, and fairy whispers by God I be, you could never be as much as half of me in your current form.
I walk this earth with tired feet, I now toil, I till, I slave to bring forth fruit so that even your deprived can be filled, but you take: You take from the hungry—the naked, the babes, the mother with the child,
you take father’s head from mother’s bosom,
you take mother’s cub from mother’s breast,
you take from the elders,
you take from them their youthful spirits,
you take the heart from the religious man, you take the dignity of the honest woman,
you take life from the Earth I and I spin—
you take siege of Our land,
you take Our chattel, you replace the cattle, we fall
as chattel
you take Our harvest,
you take Our innocent,
you take in the name of . . .whoever’s creed you’ve guised— 
      but, you do give death.
      death to mortal men.


From {Watching the World Shake with Much Madness}—They’re Watching Our Faces

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Risque Images of Careless Creatures

We found the break in the fence and we escaped. I was never the herding type and He became a pro at swimming upstream      long before he knew of my existence. We are the raw fruit in a kitchen filled with canned goods.           He is my shepherd in the night and I am his

by day—‘fore I found no shame in my nudity, and He’d sworn his allegiance

to a  GθD who has no name. 


2015
EGYPT ENGLISH

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The Art of Slowing Down in the Fast Lane—without breaks…

There have been many days we’ve been in the house together all day, immersed in our colliding worlds and it barely feels if we see each other. Then there are days He kisses me for what seems like every half hour or so, and yet still, I feel as though it’d never be enough. We don’t always agree on Netflix picks, and we rarely agree on the degree of cayenne pepper I should put in the tomato soup, but we can concur that it takes hard work, some sleepless and some restless nights, and countless seconds spent staring through our reality at the concrete we once laid today.

—♥E²

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Clearing Drafts - LoveTrips the BLOG revamp

#ClearingDrafts | I trashed 104 unfinished love letters for the Universe to recycle.

#ClearingDrafts

Time moves swiftly. Too swift for me to keep up with you.

Out running me, as if I had no legs to call my own. And still, I trudge onward gaily, for there are 291 moments now tied to my heart which you have sipped the waters from—and at worst 60 more hurdles left to jump.

!^_^! Always love!

—♥E²

 

Her Lawless Kingdom | #ClearingDrafts

These walls tremble with silence.
They know nothing of this fear.
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…that fear you get deep in your gut, in the forsaken cavities of the dark part of your heart…that shaky feeling, that familiar voice which whispers “It’s you,       it’s you ripping these walls apart—you pulling down the shingles from the rooftop of our beloved home.”
The first lesson to learn about love is that there is no such thing as a final lesson to learn about love, there are only more lessons to be learned about love.

 

…and that I will love You throughout all those lessons!

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To Hell with Love - Loveology w/ Egypt English

To Hell and back, with Love

For a moment,

I thought it best to shatter that green glass slipper—instead, I tucked it away, beneath my lonely bed. And at night, I’d dream of the lifetimes we spent dancing

beneath the burning hearts of our ancients,

but I could no longer feel the heat your breath upon the back of my neck as I slumbered. I’d long since forgotten the depth of your eyes, the blessings of your scent invading my nostrils.

Yet, I clung sure to the sweep of your lashes

down my bust

as we lay in that field of dancing Lion’s Tooth.

And then just as sure as the spiral of the Milky Way

You sought me, and from beneath my dimmed prism you pulled the other half of my heart

still beating, and for its price, you gave me back the half you’d carried since the time I close my eyes ahead of you.

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Moored boat - Loveology w/ Egypt English

No Expectations Sailed Real Close to Ruining Fate

I was simply a young woman of many expectations, misguided fantasies, and visions of animated fairy tales fighting a war within my own walls in order to have none only to fit deep into his world so he could fit in mine, and we could moor our fleeting hearts once again back to our first perception of love.

—♥ Egypt


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