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I live in a world of poets

I live in a world of poets and princesses
fire breathing dragons and
flowing flagons of rich red wine
libations you might say
Always looking for acting in good kindness and
receiving the same. If life is a game then a player they say I shall be
perhaps I am naive or over nostalgic
but I seek to bring the magic that lives
into hearts that long for the taste of ambrosia
Incense burns on my table
making me heady and surrounded by the sweetness
of spice
The sun shines through my window and asks me
to play
I look around my dungeon and suddenly it is transformed
into a world of possibilities where I lay
Sometimes I seek to shed sensibility unless it's coming on strong
and deep within my belly and tells me true
a warrant written and soon to be delivered
a summon to meet the powers that steer this kingdom
almond sunsets mix with rivers of calm
the gypsy continues to read my palm
the lines are highways and branches of trees
they speak in soft words and I am bound
by the shapes and visions conjured before my
eyes to see. My past, present and future lay within my grasp
but like a wispy thin cloud it cannot be held and like smoke
it rises and runs away in serpentine coils
we break bread, in league with each other
armor and swords, bows and arrows,
knives and daggers seek to pierce my heart. I am protected by a chain of mail three days journey into a forest of golden leaves that fashion a place to rest my head and is soft enough for an Indian Summer bed.
Mandy, Tuija and the one who seeks not to be named
put wind in my sails and I'm off again.


the apache kid








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  Lovisa Lindbom
Wonderful!
2019-01-07

  Stay Golden
HEavy magic maaan ^^
2019-01-06
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