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Dec 2015 Rada

Crave:

Dec 2015 Rada

Janette

Crave:

Close your eyes,
Translate my body in a braille of your hands,
Reveal these primal trembles awaiting your touch;
Taste this unbridled need,
As I place your fingertips
Deep!
In the wet of me...

Slowly moving them across your lips,
Into your mouth;
A jasmine laced molten that sears your tongue;
I straddle your want, pressing my lips to yours,
Tasting the breath beneath a pacing desire;
Aching!
To fill and fill and fill, this yearn in me...

Drink from the fever in my eyes
As I take you inside,
So deep within the intoxication,
Lost in the caress of fingers on skin;
Tangled in this ecstasy
Raging!
Each movement of my hips, rocking in the pendulum
Of your thirsty embrace....

Open your eyes,
I want to see fire
when I bring you to the edge;
I want to hear you say my name
Over and over,
Until we are both spent
Laying in a pools of sacred surrender;
Your heartbeat pounding beneath my palms...

Our legs intertwined,
My soft lips slowly tracing
Inch by inch!
Savouring every last drop;
Tasting!
The sweet nectar of liquid euphoria....

Close your eyes;
Translate my body
In a braille of your hands,
Spelling ecstasy
In the tremble of rediscovered fantasies;
And watch me!

Unravel YOU again......

Dec 2015 Rada

ache

Dec 2015 Rada

Ashley

ache

i am craving your touch,
gentle as silk, drifting across
hidden crevices and valleys,
unearthing my follies and defects.

i want your laugh, languid and airy
as you huff it against my skin,
erupting goosebumps -
as though they are volcanoes -
in its wake.

i need to feel your love,
need to be scorched by the dry brushfires
your lips create
when they are pressed against
mine.

i am desperate for your breath,
in quiet exhales of sleep and laughter and desire;
desperate for you to inhale the toxic fumes
of old books and shared
oxygen.

there is a physical need
to have you near,
orbiting around me
as a steady constant,
much like the Sun;
never fading or disappearing
unless it is for the quiet echoes
of the night.

i wish that you words
could be sewn
into a tapestry of wisdom,
a blanket of both security
and inadequacy,
a reminder that words can never be
enough
to describe how you shake me
and leave cracks and indelible stains,
or the fragments of yourself that are
embedded
in my skin, soul,
and mind.

i am aching for you,
so delicate yet so whole,
both sure and uncertain;
a comforting enigma that requires
a lifetime
to unravel.

there is an ache,
rooted deep in my soul,
that can only be quenched
by you.

Jan 2015 Rada

Misplaced Insides and Organs

Jan 2015 Rada

Devon Baker

Misplaced Insides and Organs

My heart stops beating as I open my eyes,
I expand my lungs to breathe and live
for a decade and two thirds
never feeling,
only believing the felt tip of feel,
then on days where the sun casts shadows
that stretch out claws for kilometers,
this chasm of a grave within a chest
extends out a hand to hold the wet handle of my umbrella.
My legs cease to moving,
my eyes still scrutinizing the sky,
no wrath blazing at the edge of the pupils,
only that of dusted gold washed about my eyelids,
the rain only falling,
ever dropping,
the sun smeared across murky sky.

Jan 2015 Rada

V O R T E X I A M U S

Jan 2015 Rada

st64

V O R T E X I A M U S

in purple haze of reverie, the gentle visitor came
beckoning kindly…come, come to
our V I R I D I A N world* . . .

1.
On our cerulean sphere
You need have no query, nor fear
We open our non-gravity planet to guests
Even unlikely earthlings who pass the simplest flaxen-test.

2.
Much less needed, we bedaub
Our flavescent lava-vision, going beyond the orb
Mild kaleidoscopic fandango-swirls is our mossy cyan-matter
Triplet-hue colours felt only by the revered and well-known mad Hatter.

3.
To let you in on the cosmic-latte ripple
Our flowers range from acid-green to African purple
Blast-off bronze flora dance-blaze in burnt sienna fields
Alabama crimson rocks and aureolin skies over anti-flash white seas.

4.
We confabul8 with deer, breezes, plumes
Such creatures roam free, for we do not consume
As slumber befalls us not, you wonder how we spend time
Frolic in universal peace; to welcome home stars as our rhyme.

you are so welcomed, celestial guest
Vortexiamus awaits
only
you

S T, 28 july 2013

A rare rhymed piece (with one deliber8 break :)
So much (time) lost … so much can be gained … in silent seeking.

Sub-entry: THE SEEKER – The Who

Writer: P. Townshend

I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They wanna shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good and when it's bad I cry
I've got values, but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at each other
And we don't know what to do

They call me 'The Seeker'
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrO4_nyamZs

Jan 2015 Rada

Agony of Dawn

Jan 2015 Rada

Synne

Agony of Dawn

Choked by sunrise,
And the impending dew that crawls onto moss and peat,
My eyes struggle to open--
Irises swelling and pupils shifting, to escape the light that beckons.
The violet blanket of night removed,
Yet my mind is still nestled in slumber.
Yellows and whites of innocent roses open their arms to greet the foreboding Sun,
As I cling closer to my dreams.
The seconds that pass pick at the petals of my solace,
And begin to tiptoe around my bed,
Until they’re dancing with the losses of time.
And the melodies the birds sing--
I can no longer drown out from the shafts of my mind.
So I plant my frozen feet to the ground,
Rise--
Accosted by the Sun, I close my eyes.
Aching with the fear of time,
I’m quickly swallowed by the rush.
My body begins its clock-like motions,
But my mind always rests on its eternal pillow.

*March 2012

Jan 2015 Rada

And so I look on

Jan 2015 Rada

The Flipped Word

And so I look on

I watch beauty at its work
Watching it unfold
Like a sunrise in summer
First gentle then an explosion of gold

I watch grace as it hums
To a melody or two
Too unapologetic yet not brazen
Lost in her own blues

I watch happiness as it glides
Innocent in its strokes
It stays but for a little while
Then away it floats

I watch innocence as it melts
Like an eclectic winter snowflake
Dancing and moving like the wind
Leaving warmth in its wake

And so I watch, a mere spectator
As she, in all her glory manifests
Too spellbound by her enigmatic being
Her beauty encompassing the best

Jan 2015 Rada

(spoken word) on: Revealing Oneself

Jan 2015 Rada

Ayaba Babe

(spoken word) on: Revealing Oneself

One of the most frightening things a person can do is to lay yourself down (mind body and soul) in the palm of another's hand. Let them strip you down until you are bare, donning nothing but your skin and the contents of your mind.Trusting another to find you just as beautiful (both inside and out) as you value your beauty to be.
The ability, to allow another to see the truths that compose your existence, doesn't always come easy. It takes a tremendous amount of bravery and courage to trust another person with the composition of your flaws and insecurities. Impurities. To give yourself to another; to hand over the key. Left only to wonder if they could still love you once they open the door and see.
When hoping for the best, we must leave space in our hearts to expect the worst. Nothing is ever promised, but if we keep faith in the universe,
Nothing is impossible.

Jan 2015 Rada

rant.

Jan 2015 Rada

Mari Gee

rant.

my, my
what a world we live in
where plastic's worth more than food.
because it makes entertainment,
and we thrive from it.

where screens dictate our lives
absorbing us, our deepest secrets
then displaying them to the world
limiting our emotions
to keystrokes.

and it doesn't matter how big that screen is.
we like em smaller and sleeker
so that not even a second is spent in real conversation.

they say they're sparking creativity?
i say they're sparking narcissm.
they're creating conformity
as if we havent had enough.

my, my
what a revolution
where we witness de-evolution
from ape, to human, to...
selfabsorbed, stressful, sub-human species?

this one's an oldie, but I enjoy it sometimes.

Jan 2015 Rada

Human Condition

Jan 2015 Rada

Jonathan Sterry

Human Condition

Lacquered hearts, they can only reach so far,
Our noble desires and flawless ambition,
The personification of humanity,
An eternal endeavour of self perception,
That stems from the effluent flow of creation,
The very beauty of our nature unseen,
A blushing truth so often discarded,
Dumped for better viewing in a frenzied way,
Our savagery becoming civil through time,
These signs of our shared fate,
Truth, something we would love to be shown,
But seeking it must suffice.