We all started as Pollywogs

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A frog weeps in a

crater of mud so dark,

doubt clouds her dreams

of the lily.

Mud bellows in the belly

of the frog, as it

cries and croaks on

for the replenishment of

rain to fall from the sky.

The sky trembles and becomes

a vessel of earth's

cleansing tears,

leaving hope and rejuvenation

in its wake.

The frog ribbits and the

heavens crack open, sending

testable energy churning

above. The sky falls and

coats the dry frog's skin,

washing the murkiness away

from its eyes.

The fog lands upon the lily.

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How old is thunder?

and upon its origin

where we there?

How deep is your love?

and what is our purpose as humans?

just to love one another?

We breath, we grieve,

we believe that

our time shall come again.

We make beats to fill the silence,

to overcome violence,

with true love that is so priceless.

To love an empty vessel

when the idea of them is fervent,

You vent, vent, vent,

and their actions still

won't relent.

All just to fill your desires.

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I wish to fill the vessel

that is your soul.

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Two fronts in a pond,

we squirm within the pools of each other's thighs,

where amethyst clusters seem to crystallize,

and sloughs into your pores that hypnotize,

like star's celestial demise,

supernovae sequestered,

as I came into you.

At the sight of your magnitude,

my soul cries, bellows,

it soars, destined to rise.

my tongue flickers to capture

the dreams that dance and flies across

the curtains draped within closed eyes

in ecstasy.

We all started as pollywogs,

you dance between veils and fog

that settles at the union

of our soul,

where you belong.

Slick, you bath in my waters,

you muddy as you hop, hop, hop in my depths

my resolve falters.

We were made to prosper

in the festers of society

where the land wept.

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I call upon my waters to recede from your shores.

I fall deep within my depths.

I've shown you my heart.

I showed you a start.

You quaked at the sight of my waves.

And your apprehension, desperately,

I forgave.

Depraved, every step leaves us scathed,

Deprived of the self you aim to be

The trueness of yourself each day you flee,

lesser parts of yourself

you choose to believe

to escape a reality you wish to be relieved,

I wash the way the soreness of your soul,

eddies to remind you that your whole

To purify the hard parts

of you that turns to coal

I suppose the sands of time hold answers to them all

no longer appalled

at what life chooses to show me

|WE ALREADY HAVE THE ANSWERS||