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 4d Zeno
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Seducing scoops of ice cream,
Wait in silence,
Bathing in chocolate syrup
As it rolls down glossy curves,
Melting in time
Into a silky velvet bed.

Plump red lips shine sweet sweat,
Whispers rise in foggy haze.
Its tongue drools,
Dripping off the edges;
Every drop a tickle.

Temptation surrenders—
We give in to our prey,
Stripping it cold,
Pouncing and devouring—
Not a lick to waste.

But truly,
Are we the hunter
Or the hunted?
Just dusting my brain!
This is definitely one of my personal favorites ;)

Icecream: The hunted, or the hunter?
Rose pedals on the bed
On the pillow for my lady's head

You are my rose garden
You are my everything
The sun shines when you walk by
The sky is blue when Im by your side

Rose pedals on the bed
On the pillow for my lady's head

You are the nectar for me
You are my everything
The birds sing when when you walk by
My heart goes soaring through the sky

Rose pedals on the bed
On the pillow for my lady's head
You are my rose garden
You are my everything
Playing around with a song, think Lawrence Welk
born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel

flames could
not
touch that heart

always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall

and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise

till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw

was the jack of hearts

and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like

the jack

of hearts,

black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts

and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had

the jack of hearts,

blue sky shimmering
in her eyes

jack became
the brightness
of her day

and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
                
               act. 2

... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light

and then
the jack of hearts
walked away

a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night

and the queen of diamonds
cried

the sea into sky

with eyes
like twilight
waiting

to eat away the day
 4d Zeno
Traveler
Love can make us losers
Invested in love’s game
It can hurt to be human
But..
I love you just the same!
Traveler Tim
 4d Zeno
silvervi
I am at peace with who I am.
Sometimes affirming it is a really good way to feel it.
Today is my birthday 🎂🎈
I hope you all keep enjoying my writings. I truly enjoy writing and sharing whatever feels right intuitively. Thank you all for being here and supporting me.
They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump
she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran  
Sliding in and out of freezers  just to gather herself up in a clump
They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she never got a tan

Flavored in three Neapolitan colors she came, now that is insane !
She dolloped to wallop, d turning away from the sun, run Queenie run
Oh how sweet but how melty she dripped each time it began to rain
The only thought through her head was, " I might as well be a nun !"

Then one day she met Mr. Freezer, who lived in an Igloo by the Artic
come live with me & we will make snowballs all day and play ...
It was best to live in the cold, for that was her honest prognostic !
together they thrived and felt good in that place called, " Snowsway"
I tilt the base back and forth
Watching the same grains of sand
become suspended in time

Your open arms were my harbor to my shipwrecked dreams

Your beach my bed where I lay my head

My nights were the stars in your eyes

Your kisses the comets I craved

The tides of change , tropical depression and hurricanes . . . as I curl my toes in wet sand

The grains in glass I seek
to balance out the spatial

I have that space now nothing more

No , nothing more .
Could I answer "who am I?"
Even if I where to ask myself?
I'd surely catch myself being something else
Draped in some kind of forgotten lie

I bend and split like beams of light
Fractured through the prism of life
My personality's gone under the knife
I don't recognize myself, try as I might

Maybe it's been too long to yearn
For something that's too far gone to grasp
So are these last year's only pointless laps?
There's no familiar street for me to turn

I'm lost amongst my own false faces
And I can no longer find my own
This is my cross to bare alone
Falling out of my own graces

©2025
You will not keep me
Winter warn
Or
Summer cool.
The arms
that were to be

mine

Are gone.

There is a cry in my
throat that

Loosed

would
stain the earth
and sky.

Brown,  teak,
sadness.

Lost again

Secula, seculorem.

Caroline Shank
6.06.25
Sometimes it can take years,
decades, even a lifetime to realize
Not getting what you want
was a blessing in disguise.
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