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Gleaming the Cube ( a Skateboard prose)

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He expertly ollies to the

kick-flip with his brand new 

Element rip stick, 

elemental tricks are essential

so he has to ride it smoothly

grinding the rail with expertise

kicking faster and faster

riding along at quickspeed

wind zephyrs through his hair

body gliding through the air

free sliding, slip sliding

keeping up the pace

eyes hearing, all knowing

a wonderous race

against yourself

no one else

leaning into the right

making the curve

counter balance

mind reeling fun

looking for a chance 

to do the ultimate trick

c mon skip up and slide the rails

jump the five easy steps

lean again to a radical turn

no turning back

no turning back

catching air, do a kick-flip

board goes round, meets his feet

take it nice and easy now

hitting the ramp, up up and over

push push adrenaline rush

eyes glazed heart beat wild

becoming one with the board 

mastering his every move.


I am a Bird

 

the master of pavement

one with the movement 

one with the wind

one with himself

gleaming the cube

polish it feel it

absorb it reeling in your mind

with euphoric overload

and suddenly he skids, falls

rolling and tumble rough

over and over

reap the pain

with nothing to gain

losing all control 

flying like a rag doll

a complete skin shredding disaster.

 

he is no longer the master

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His cherubim agenda rises,
seeking hungered skin.
And how He muses, tantalizes
with the merest whim.
He leads me to a place
where passion's river flows.
Inviting all of me to taste
honeyed milk repose.
Hands become an an artist's brush
painting my desire.
This Song of Songs, an arctic rush
birthing newborn fire.
Rivaled by the sweetest wine,
his lips become an ocean.
Transporting freedom through my mind,
lost in deeper notion.
I want to pleasure more and more
to taste, to feel, to yield.
To find new ways, richly explore
what only lover's steal..
Opening myself I'm led
escorted by this flame.
For this I know I have been bred,
to hear Him speak my name.
Lightening flashes in his eyes,
takes me with the thunder.
And suddenly, I'm magnetized,
to this spell I'm under.
Can this be more than flesh inspired,
willing heart to break?
My Lord's Arms, my Husband's Fire,
the Dawn to which I wake.

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