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The Golden Hour

Written: 11/26/2018 

I look like my soul is from another place, another world, a different mentality. I don't understand it, this isolation and agitation of unfamiliarity. Keep me here. I’m not sure I want to return wherever I left, whatever story I left behind. Isn't this time golden? I keep thinking to myself I am alone in the aura of my mindset, trapped in the ribbed cages of an idea of self. Trapped in a golden hour holden on to whatever sanity I find I have left.

The golden smile, its the one I gave right after I break, its a fixed position in time to remind me, that I have a star in me to do whatever it takes, i’m a golden hour. Out of time, fleeting into the twilight of Oberon and his mystery of misery

~ Jade

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Loving Whiskey Ice

Written 05/10/18

Drank whiskey to live with a smile

Despite the fact come morning,

My problems lined up to fill a mile

There was something at the end of each glass, that reminded me I still existed

That all my choices weren’t to just pass

Each drop of golden bitterness

A moment to push me to the edge, 

From virgin to succubus kisses

The ice clings to stirrings in my heart, 

A warm blush of social boldness rushes in me, but I finally feel joy off the chart

They say it’s bad to seek freedom in whiskey

Makes the soul addicted while the liver weeps, all I’m trying to do is experience a life where my sorrow isn’t that deep. 

 

- Empress Jade 

Five Star Social Justice

Written 05/07/18

Woke, but not woke enough.
It’s tough on the high ground but doesn’t matter when no one is around. 
Callout culture, but not your favorites. Put Shame on the unaware cause information is out there. 
If it’s problematic I'm sure I do the same but focus on them not me. Only when the anger of it fades do I seek another to distract the audience from the problems of myself.  
Let me post about it, shit on the fans for not having enough information or not viewing everything critically. Shitpost
Scream out “Support the artists”, but meanwhile too broke to do so... it costs too much. 
I’m a call for action, where everyone sees. When I hear that call I’m nowhere near or seen. 
What a world we live in to choose between presentation & activism, 
Critique & understanding,
Humanity & applause,
So much to fight for, but we are too busy fighting each other on subjects so small in the scheme of things. 
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I don’t want to be a person who can’t separate being critical and being human. 

- Empress Jade 

ID’s Natural Market

Written 04/19/18

The affliction of lust, boils the blood intimately.  Driving skin to crave warm caresses, and dive in the decadence of soiled sheets.


The pleasure of innocence lost, and knowledge at the climax. Perhaps it’s a study session in climaxes. There is intricacy in connection at the apex of smooth thighs, or decibels of pleasure ridden cries.


Smut dripping smiles, that beckon the weary to experience a physical inquiry. One that rides, and dines in all the right places leaving sticky faces.


The mess of lust is a market of fine dining, and workouts that leave us all breathless. Riddled with intensity or laughter, or hushed words of love in the middle.


The things said during the dance of sweaty bodies, the ones that leave the mind curious if there’s more beyond the decadence of touches and thrusts. Unaware that even here there is no trust.


The sheets don’t hold promises, only the mess of quick orgasms and unsatisfaction. The pillow talk, mindless in its abandoned insertions of the faces never staying long. The truth of intimacy is not a place to belong when the soul is searching for love on the wrong tongue.

 

- Lost in you, Jade 🌵