goddess rising
awake and alive
**** me under pure starlight**
i want to bask
in the opalescence
of your eyes,
fill me
with yourself
inside.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
I am a love addict.
In this harsh climate
I'll take what I can get
But don't forget I am not proud of this, no.
Sometimes I pluck the leaves off dead trees
and string a garland around my neck
because I want to be reminded of your sweet scent.
*Musky, full-mooned nights,
the frosted soil in the garden where in summer we laid,
the last days of autumn.*
I haven't been without a lover in ten years.
My mother tells me I need to slow down
that I need to find myself and find God.
The only type of slowing down
that works for me is when I want to make love
and there is no need to find "myself"
by cosmic law, that is fluctuating everyday
and as the Hindus say,
I
AM
GOD.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
For a moment, ours souls brushed passed in our sleep
laying down together, I asked you
“When we wake, will you remember me?
This feels so real, what constitutes for reality?”
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
I come from the sky
a sacred bloodline of over a trillion star systems
all that which have died
stars that have collided, collapsed, ignited
chemically bound into a force reunited
my sentience is not a mere coincidence
this cellular body is not an accident,
and yet by oppression I continue to be silenced
this body, this vessel
is a result of a cosmic flow
because the stars came together
to self destruct for my existence
this is why I must be
P E R S I S T E N T
OPPRESS ME AND I WILL SHOW RESISTANCE
never double cross a soul that knows they come the sky
because when we look back up to the stars at night
and think about the billions of other lives that have been caged,
left with no voice, with no ability to fight,
we can’t help but take offense
we are destined for more than this mundane, make believe system
we are destined for more than this material, economical strife
place me into a toxic routine,
allow big business to trample my land
my food and my water supply,
and I will not comply
believe me, I will fight
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
When the cards are drawn from a deck
you have no choice in the matter, it is left up to chance.
And if you're so willing interpret them, to rely on your intuition,
tuning into the primordial hum of cosmos, it becomes divination:
A direct pathway of communication with the divine.
---
we all have storms that torment us,
it is the natural order of things.
these winds answer to no one
blowing relentlessly
thrashing waves and high waters
rarely in touch with the earthly ground
i am either cast up or sunken down
highly preoccupied in my books and towers
a self constructed world
of bittersweet sea-vines and flowers
blinded from staring into the sun
intoxicated under pure starlight
emotions considerably magnified
all my good reasoning has come undone
these quantum particles are forcibly contained
mistakenly welded into a carbon composed body
an entire being is restrained,
wanting, wishing, craving
trapped inside a shell so limiting
strapped down by a dual personality
–– there is a reason storms are named after me ––
and so i responded to the fire in your heart
by drowning it in muddy waters, but don’t take this personally
because this is what happens when a great deal is asked of me
i only ask for an attempt to understand
if i let myself evaporate into the sky
bearing messages of apology
how soon would you wait to forgive?
my earth, rocks, and trees,
would you be able to forgive the sea?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
our physical bodies are trapped
inside an ever-fluxing cosmos
in this dear hairline crack of time
and yet still our existence is stressed
*operate quicker
get there sooner
figure life out faster*
that we never stop to think
how shameful we are to rush
in a delicate presence
that is a momentary blush
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
There is a cacophony of verbal combustion;
Self esteem destruction,
Religions, opinions, forced down left and right,
Leaves one with such distress,
That sometimes we forget to breathe.
__________
So breathe with me.
Breathe with me.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
*The butterfly had to go through
a period of slumber
before it could awaken.*
There are holes in my heart
where some people once resided
and I’m trying to let myself free
release all that is me
breaking out of all they had done
basking beneath the embrace
of the sun.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Nobody ever tells you what you need to know
about life and growing up.
Nobody ever tells you that you'll become the person
you never wanted to become,
that you'll become destructive from the inside out,
or that you may witness events which will cause you
to become emotionally numb.
Nobody ever tells you anything valuable,
that you're breakable and irreplaceable.
First get yourself burned,
Then you'll learn because remember:
Nobody
Ever
Tells
You.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
it’s like
the clock is still working
but the gears are no longer turning
i’m burning up on empty
*fuel
dripping,
leaking,*
no longer capable of containing
contemplations too volatile
for proper taming,
and so i’m just… resting.
a dormant chamber of magma
underneath the bedrock is often
due for massive explosion
but i never liked being out of control
and the last thing i need are
for my insides to get torn open.
a tree bearing great fruits
brilliantly disguised to hide its
reckless disharmonious motion.
*That is fear speaking.
Apprehension.*
Avoiding the waves because
what follows next is spinning
down through the vortex
violently into uncharted oceans.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC