A trio born to serve the arts We once were a young witch The three of us, all of one skin Scared each other with a grin Tuesday's child not full of Grace Wednesday would peel off her face If Thursday didn't cut the tips off the phalanges of the witch Hail Satan, Thursday's child Prevented a flamboyant scene With sulfur fire and liquid ice Complementary, but not nice Compliment our ego and our body and our charms When we pull you into Isis We will pull your false alarms Alter ego, demon split Titillating this young witch We grew up strong and integrated Always known we three were fated To control the higher realms Where there are things that fly Blind to eyes in every age except escapees from the cage In tantric state, our organism Deep inside sweet onanism Triumvirate in meditation Writhe upon the earthen floor Obsidian ball on our core This rock has certain properties Used correctly on a whore Closes certain scary doors Apache Tear must be round If any jagged edges found A daemon may just get around defenseless witches lying down Copyright, 2024, David Angel, All Rights Reserved Poetnote - Thank you CJ
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Well, if that isn't the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me! ❤️🙏❤️
So very beautiful , And like C J , I love it . David . Great writing . Peace and love to you and family .
You too! Many thanks Mitch!
Beautiful! I love it! Especially the following which says the same thing about dark entities and obsidian! Thank you!
"Obsidian ball on our core
This rock has certain properties
Used correctly on a whore
Closes certain scary doors"
Hoped u wouldn't mind!
Mind? Heck no!
That must b fun for u to say!