By Terra Scott
Decadence dusts balderdash like blush.
Relentlessly, to secure resplendence.
I, am worthy,
swells stunning bunkum.
I, am lovely,
I, am
wishful sorrow’s winsome
flawless, tangible,
with the audacity to
be
stunning, absurd,
and thankful.
omit thin, my sleepy love.
You,
have enchanted bliss with generous wanderlust.
Breathtaking, as gruesome breaks beautiful
Skedaddle gorgeous, we’ve arrived at mutual.
To breathe Art amidst a War
To leave open my doors
To allow my tears to follow their natural path,
carrying the current
To stay afloat and send gratitude to the source of sadness,
the Sea perpetuating the cycle of life and death,
until the Cycle remains the same,
but becomes named by its properties of continuation,
freeing positive and negative
from their blanketed restraints
When the blackness of Death faints
and breathes new Life
Every Spring, it tells Us to sing.
Allow my Eyes to open around themselves,
again and again.
And when I must, allow me to breathe Prana
Through my Skin
By Terra Scott
By Terra Scott
Life is a winter in the wilderness
With no matches or lighters.
Love, is the fire in your home.
Without delicate attention to the fire,
The Home grows cold and dark.
If you fall asleep shivering,
You may never return to enjoy the summer.
If danger sets you into motion,
You patiently rub two sticks together
Until the sun hears your call and responds,
With a gentle kiss from her deadly flame.
By Terra Scott
You are Beautiful.
Know it as you know the Sunshine
Is hugging you on a blossoming Afternoon.
Let your Smile turn you around in a circle
And turn You around in a Circle.
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