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I am a creator of many things, And a destroyer of more, A curator of admirers Like most collections I have no need for.. I've grown out of this affinity for love and lore Still I pine for distractions whenever I'm bored - rs.darko

A true poet speaks fire, and still is fluent in rain. - rs.darko

PSU 1) Mike Wellington (cancelled - rescheduled to React) 2) "Bob" 3) HealthyDoubts 4) SuchaLovebug 5) Paul Stoddard 6) Mecca Shabaz 7) Erin Horne (cancelled) 8) Stefan Des Lauriers 9) Critical Ways 10) Saara 11) Arleevia 12) Surprise Collaboration Vendors Lil Geek Chase AKKollection Luzs Crowns Piece by Reese Born Winner Live Painter X.Darvi Lineup 6:15-7:00 Soul Cypher 7:00-7:30 Open Mic Bowl 7:30-7:40 Arleevia 7:40-7:50 Stefan Des Lauriers *7:50-8:00 1st Break / Open Mic Bowl* 8:00-8:10 "Bob" 8:10-8:20 Erin Horne (cancelled) *8:20-8:30 2nd Break / OM Bowl* 8:30-8:40 SuchaLovebug 8:40-8:50 Paul Stoddard *8:50-9:00 3rd Break / OM Bowl* 9:00-9:10 Mecca Shabaz 9:10-9:20 Critical Ways *9:20-9:30 4th Break / OM Bowl* 9:30-9:40 Saara 9:40-9:50 HealthyDoubts 9:50-10:00 Vos, Boombiggie , and Spaceman collaboration / Close

Vagina answers to many names But she is only heard when she goes by Pussy Her succulent syllables and lush whispers Drowned out by presumptions and patriarchy Man's voice becomes her own, though he was never chosen Crass and rigid, intrusively phallic and foreign But when her lips part, miracles are spoken Cleansed By blood moon sacrifices for the unbroken History says, Cunt bleeds for man, Man bleeds for country Yet only one shown praise, And given more credit, respect, and money Isn't it funny? We do not speak of blood unless it is shed from violent acts, Or from the dripping of needles, Withdrawn nation shakes Eating pills to relax Mother's womb aches So she coddles them back And as they return to her soil, White clouds obscure to black She lays back staring into the splatter paint of night skies Daydreaming rivers streaming between her thighs There is nothing cunning about his lingus, Still she rewards his tries, B

The landscaping is nice.. that is where the majority of your money will be going. Other than that, the apartment itself is decent, but prepare for a lot of issues with bad pipes, unsafe area at night, and lack of communication from office management! Already had some damage to the carpet upon move-in, and my patio had paint chipping off which my toddler kept picking at. When I asked for them to scrape and refinish it, they just painted over it with the same paint which is still chipping to this day. No screen on the back door either, and it gets really hot on the bottom floor in the summer, so either prepare to let bugs in or rely solely on ac. Everything else is honestly just old or inefficient which they don't do much by way of servicing effectively. The pipes were almost always clogged in both the kitchen and the bathroom.. no garbage disposal so they tell me I gotta use the drain catch, but even that doesn't help cause all the pipes between all three floors are connected,

When our wants grow beyond our means to attain them, we must then look inward and ask, "what do I need?" Because only when we nourish ourselves with that which we need, can we realize that the wants to exceed the brim of this chalice is only with profound understanding of self. You cannot overflow that which is empty of substance. "Feeling Abundant" - rs.darko

Mountain needs no sun Mountain has enough fire for one Tectonic shift Some may say destructive But the glow of magma resides, Hiding, buried deep within Sifts through rubble earth, Salt rock and pressure Surfacing gieser gushing through internal weather A power no man can measure Let mountain find pleasure, Patience, Self-addressed love letters Mountain turned volcano And she's never felt better

Forever is not just a promise It is hard work It is finding coexistence and compromise To love and accept every single quirk Without the burden of self-sacrifice Forever is shared happiness It is early mornings, and late nights Back rubs, wine, and occasional fights Easily cured with a "babe, you were right" It is an anniversary poem For year one, and year one hundred It is chocolates and hearts Without an "I love you" left unspoken And I don't mean when you meant to say "goodbye," or "I'm sorry," or "I miss you" It is hanging onto all three words "I" "Love" and "You" Individually and tenderly So that every word resounds endlessly Knowing that I am not I without You, That You are not a fantasy come true But a reality I've only dreamt of And that the most important thing bridging You and I together is Love

I am new to this soul fire Though I recognize the dance of his flames We are two contrasting bodies, Magnetic all the same Tell me how I became Acquainted with your aura Before I ever knew your name Are you the Phoenix or the rubble from which you came? Synonymous trouble We share past reflections of pain I only wish you wouldn't fly away I understand that wings weren't meant to be caged.. So let me be your clouds, and I can hug you when it rains You smile because you think no one understands.. Til now, no one has Generous heart Accustomed to giving from two bleeding hands I see the universe Reflected in your two ocean pools Happiness finds a way to reside In these depths of blue hues Rippling with crippling thoughts Let me be your muse Congruent spirit I knew we'd come in twos You speak And I can finally face my truths

Upon first glance at the cover art, the listener gets a faint glimmer of the quirky references Vos has to offer on this EP. Upon opening up with the "unwrapping" of this fresh pack, Vos kicks it off with the velvet smooth vocal aesthetic accompanied by catchy laidback cadence on Darling. I love all the anime references on this track! Definitely hit me in my nerd feels without taking away from that badass demeanor. This is then followed by what I described to Vos himself as an "eerie lounge" vibe on Don't Ask (Let It Burn). Definitely a dope track to chill and smoke to, so the line "let it burn, let it burn" is more than appropriate. But where he got me was on his track Persevere. Talk about a rebel yell. "Tell me how to persevere, when I don't give a fuck about a person here." Embodying that feeling of displacement we artists are no stranger to, Persevere emanates that relatable passion over this inner conflict of creating for the very

A little wild, a little free Started out a matchbook flame Now with a raging fire inside me.. Catch me pressed into my storybooks Or catch me preaching on the mic, I'd rather you catch me in a mason jar To save my firefly light Planets, stars, and moons Reflected in these celestial freckles of ours, I see the gods within you I can guide you through If you'll trust me to Just breathe me in And let my Light become you Let this Light become ours Let us find a way to make eons out of hours Transcending both time and space Transcend the set of our ways Outliving our darkest of days Accepting all the shadows of our past mistakes - RS.darko, "Priestess Promise"

Being alone doesn't have to mean being lonely It's not like you could possibly be the only One who's been thinking, wishing, "If only they could hold me..." A common thought and yet not often spoken boldly When you're scared of being torn apart, Because you've barely begun unfolding I crafted myself this paper crane heart To fly away before it's stolen, While the weight of my words Keep pressing pause like semicolon Leave them speechlessly in awe, Feeling moved, though their feet are frozen This might not be the life we'd chosen But it's the truth we choose to speak Trampled earth remains the same no matter underneath whose feet Footprints in the sand reveal it's always just been me Push and pull of currents, still my gaze turned towards the sea Reflected depths of mystery Layers of both darkness and clarity I need both to fully see Transcendental in whatever my mental state may be I remind myself how to breathe Soli

Your eyes are like clear blue skies Dripping in golden honey sunshine And I can't think of honey without thinking of how sweet Your kiss tastes as it misses my cheek Planting two lips in the soil of my dirty mouth Fluent in springtime and rainclouds

I thought I could cease these tears, But as I faced the mirror All I could see was a face of fear, Eyes of heartache for what I couldn't hold near, Lost years wasted on empty smiles Between two deaf ears.. - RS.Darko The Poet's List Thoughtful Thursday Prompt - "face of fear"