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The Dragons Can Only Dance

Deep dives on the intimacy attained via the nature of duality, cosmic loneliness, and Gods sexual frustration
1 year ago. January 20, 2023 at 3:42 AM

Dear Emo Boy,

Give to me your rainbow rose,

Blossomed to the point of bursting

Colors inconceivable to the minds eye

 


Oh, dear Emo boy,

I can see it now

Your ego death came long before,

my world, your canvas, pure as snow,

Your life the vibrant explosion,

soft as snow fall

 


My dear Emo Boy,

Give to me your water color rose,

And show me your blood

Wet on these thorns, darkened in my eyes

Warm to the touch,

Warm to my eyes

 


Meet my gaze Emo Boy,

Your shoes are nothing new

Build your walls, brace your gates,

Windows never truly close

Look into my eyes, my sweet Emo Boy…

What has the world done to you?

 


Give me your hands Emo Boy,

The holes in your palms, tell me

Do you smear them on your sleeve?

I see them on both sides. I see the space between

Your blood your soul, but someone has

Stolen your bones

 


Cheer up Emo Boy,

You were more human than any of us

A smattering of colors, soft as a butterfly’s wings

You were the all we could not see,

That you could find

Beauty in the street lights

 


I love you Emo Boy,

The histories of the world could not contain

What you save inside

As rich as great kings, hoarding mountains of coin no one can spend

Spinning yarn into epics, composing songs from your colors

In languages never to be spoken,

Never to be understood

 


I love you Emo Boy,

You are more human than any of us

 

With Regards,

–J


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