as we eat dinner under the mustard sun,
La Mer
La Mer
Sep 25

Creaming leaves, dripping
off her spiderweb branches
as we eat dinner under the mustard sun,
I feel her nervous as I eat slowly, she glances
at my spiderweb branches and grabs my web.
She spins her prey in my web and moves it slowly
down, among her roots, where I feel gnarled and leafless.
My autumn colors have vanished in her winter
frozen stems, frozen in time, I stare into her
mustard reflected eyes.

#dreams   #winter   #autumn   #leaves   #branches   #roots   #glances   #web   #october   #mustard  
swallowed alive ere the seed becomes mustard.
Mucro Pondera Divinus
Mucro Pondera Divinus
Nov 27, 2013      Nov 28, 2013

אל disinherits His kin, and hides the Crown.
אלהים discards His creations, and curses the Snake.
אהיה dispatches His laws, to punish our Power.
יהוה‎ disavows His cruelty, and blames Sin.
אדני disowns His sin, and scapegoats Man.

The Father denies his failure; it is the Child who suffers,
swallowed alive ere the seed becomes mustard.

Semitic/Hebraic names of God are used here to symbolize a patriarchal legacy of buck-passing fascist government, institutional mind control, and mindless, desperate consumerism.

I mean no disrespect to Jews, however disinclined they may be to humor Thelema. I don't suppose I get any brownie points for siding with Babylon. ;)

אל - EL (alef lamed) - ancient Semitic word for God (31)
אלהים - ALHIM (alef lamed heh yod mem) - God or Gods (646)
אהיה - AHIH (alef heh yod heh) - "I AM" (21)
יהוה - IHVH (yod heh vav heh) - "Yahweh" - Tetragrammaton (26)
אדני - ADNI (alef bet nun yod) - Adonai - The Lord or "My Master" (65)

somewhere in your
unkempt hair there is a tingling
a notion that erupts
across your spine and
spreads
touching the tips
of your fingers
and lips
tracing
along your nerve
highway
driving
dangerously fast
insidious
unstoppable
it makes you want
and want
like an instinct
to kill
to cannibalize
a starving mindset
hey you
it says
yeah
come on
fuck me nice
twisted with a little spice

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#lust  
Mustard gas flutters past
Jacob Sykes
Jacob Sykes
Feb 18, 2013

Mustard gas flutters past
Unseen but effect are felt
Lungs collapse
Crushed with guilt
Or gas
That flutters past
Unseen but effects are felt

of mustard water
Zephyr
Zephyr
Jul 31, 2013

I drank
two cups
of mustard water
today

they say
that it will
make me
throw up.

It didn't work.

Darn it! I really don't want to do the finger thing
In January’s mustard field
Pradip Chattopadhyay

Maybe so I willed
In half sleep’s ethereal stream
In January’s mustard field
She hugged me in liplocked dream!

What now she said eye on eye
I’m come past all fear
So our lips never go dry
Nothing stops us from here!

I put my tongue on hers
Rolled in her saliva filled
Her eyes blinked million stars
Traveling time in the mustard field!

Bloomed yellows thunderous bright
Rained sky a sweet redress
Dream came at end of night
Wept wet in her embrace!

I tiptoed on her bedside
Her lips quivered moist filled

Maybe so she willed

Same dream in the mustard field!

Larry I Jones
Larry I Jones
Aug 11      Aug 12

Let's just face it: hai-
kus were invented in Ja-
pan and don't always...

(uggghhhhh)

#haiku   #funny   #humor  
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
JT-TJ
JT-TJ
Mar 12, 2011

Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.
Teach me and guide me, and show me the way.
Help me to grow, each and every day.

I know it is hard, to believe in me.
But with your help, I will learn to see.
Give me some food, build me real strong.
With you by my side, we will prove them wrong.

And so we can do it, just you and I.
With some rain in the clouds, and the sun in the sky.
I know if I try, I will succeed.
Because you are the soil, the soil I need.

I know I can grow, so very tall.
With your help, I will never fall.
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.

his colour is mustard yellow
Cordelia Copson
Cordelia Copson
Nov 8, 2013

written into his skin for the next person
that finds him

his colour is mustard yellow
with black swirls all through
and when he kisses
it tastes like bitter sweetness
and you don't have to kiss him if you don't want to
he won't make you

he has an ugly habit of crying without realising it
and his eyes look so hopeful
when he does
he has an ugly habit, too
of loving you every single day
even though you might not want it.

i know that he hates the colour yellow
and he hates his hopeful streak
but it is the seams of his soul and holds him together
and the colour that made my life worth living

and you don't have to kiss him if you don't want to
but please hold him as tightly
as he deserves to be held

bad bad bad BAD
 
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