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 Feb 2015
Adam Struble
your body is a temple and i offer life and movement, light and laughter
with a song in my heart i invoke your sudden smile
turn your ear to listen now
i have words and sounds
i surrender to your desire
i have been running too long

open field under the night sky we sing to the stars
we are opened up and looking out
my gift to you is temporary but perfect

your body is a temple
and i want to worship at the alter of your pleasure
your voice is the sermon and your skin is the sacrament
i will drink you like wine and savor the taste
inside the divine cup
right down to the bottom

gush your inner heart out in breathless gasps
you have to testify to me
and i will testify to you
 Feb 2015
Adam Struble
how we dress up the imperfect parts of ourselves
presentable flowered smile.  lies
cracked porcelain good morning
in a broken jaw breakfast line
barefoot pipeline running the secret underfoot
the railroad's coming and ain't nobody talking
no, ain't nobody telling a soul

sell off the parts of you that you have no use for
but where does it stop sticking to you?
memories, residual dew of choices and transitions
clarity of the third person, but who is that?
wandering the sleeping shores of Sunday
on cracked feet and torn sails flowing strong
in the strange wind blowing through the trees.
sail my ship to shore by candlelight
reflected endlessly across the water
cavernous echoes echoes in the depth
don't lose your heart in the caves of tomorrow
searching for sunshine again
with a lingering song in my heart
 Feb 2015
Adam Struble
we are conduits for pure electric
listening with our fingers
ears against the rail of time
hearing past and future echoes
ringing out past time the word once spoken is immortal
whisper secrets to the fountain of her sublimnity
listen with your eyes, drink in my body
whisper with your hands
guide me on the gentle path of the glowing garden of your sunrise
sparkles fleck the dew of delight
sweat washes clean the hesitation to love
drinking deep from the fountain of her unfolding
 Feb 2015
Adam Struble
Tendrils from the depth of impossibly dark blue
Seaweed tickles the feet of the turbulent curves and how the world turns so slowly that we never notice
When she walks into the room she eclipses the light of the sun
When she speaks she drives the hearts of men mad with delight
And her hands weave quantum ripples through the fabric of life itself
We pull dreams from the ether and breathe life into new worlds
Ancient sea beast reaches up from forgotten depths- whose tentacles encompass the foundation of man
Tickles me toes and waters my garden with deep shadow certainty
To choose truth over shallow now
Love or lust, girl or Goddess?
Kissing the lady of the stars!
 Oct 2014
Adam Struble
shuddering luminosity in dark forest
naked pale skin moves close in the moonlight
smells of springtime and pollen
the forest isn't gone yet
we are crusaders though we are young still
we are the dreamers and the lovers
we can change the way we think,
but the rest is up to you
lost moments and hollow memories
night vision surprise and pop culture cliche bubbles up
mud stains and sky gazing
the stars are jewels upon your naked breast
I am the hidden sunshine
we are a confluence of time and pressure
we are the ghost in the clockwork
I am lightning striking the Earth
you are the clouds enveloping me
you create the change
I ****** the change into your center
for you are also the earth,
stardust rains down upon your nakedness
and you are washed clean as a ******
yo are the sky
but i behold the hidden
the rising red horizon
the turbulence is my rising star
 Oct 2014
Adam Struble
look around-  there's beauty on all sides
deep inside this wilderness
with savages by fireside
nocturnal mystery and the aftermath of carnal eyes
whispers and your hands in the night
these are dreams we make
this is the life we share

we are only vessels for the light
we are life celebrating life
walking in the garden of delight
we are life celebrating life

dream penetrations and ephemeral fluids
streak and stain your face and heart and mind
i can see the fantasy still lingering around
but who can say if i was really there?
 Oct 2014
Adam Struble
the moon through the tree
peeking through like a ******
shining full on naked bodies
staring back at her
the illusion of division
everywhere the center of her
smoke and bare dimness
where did the moon go
time doesn't quite stop here
but don't look past your self too far
it is here and now

the balance of fools
the boldness of orange stripes
the old lion moon rises
the flight of hawks
above clouds and thought and fear
outside the game
writing the subscript
taking the leap
the lion's head opens
sand and soul
warm smiles and beauty
i can see where the moon is going now
 Jul 2014
Adam Struble
looking off into the free blue horizon
heat sticks to my chest
the insect chatter is subdued
quieted by daydream
after work fantasy in heat wave paradise
knee ****- naked skin
i wasn't even undressed yet
no patience in the animal kingdom
bright eyes in candlelight
bridging the divide between time and space
swimming the sea of summertime
flow toward the heat and travel
free flow motion toward sunset
the desert south- red rock
echoes of death and mirage
enchanted falling thirst
sirens on the rocks
the cliffs of decision
jump toward temptation
or dream on forever
it is your own ship to sink
your own life to decide
you are at the wheel, you steer the decision,
the dive into yes.
 Jul 2014
Adam Struble
i step into the circle
the stars are all surrounding
the night is pure electric
and lovers all around me
moving in the heartbeat
of nature's cosmic children
eyes to the sky and earthward
the movement of the heavens
rain she falls so sweetly
eyes in the firelight-   the Beautiful Dancing Girl

and i can see her eyes in the moonlight
i can open up to
she speaks of the mystery of mystery

i can feel the cold of the night on my face
i feel the struggle of life
we are the universe discovering itself
we are all learning                   we are all dancing
we are all loving                       we are all one
i fell into the arms of the night sky
i fell into the arms of the muse
and i feel the energy rising
i feel the energy rising up

she opened up and healed me
she wrapped herself around me
her electric skin against me
we are the light
we are mystery
we are delight
we are mystery of mystery
inspired by the first festival i attended, and she who shall be named only as Beautiful Dancing Girl.
and dedicated to every beautiful dancing girl
keep spreading the light and the love
you are the ever changing form of the Goddess
you are poetry in motion
 Jun 2014
Adam Struble
wonderful wall of sound
poly rhythms weave and dance
moves the trajectory of motion
vibrations of the earth
water meets the sky
don't listen, just hear
what business of celebration
sacramental liquid sunshine
and the kiss of the Goddess
how many forms can you take?
a whisper into infinity
and the void whispered back
calling me forth and changing, healing
growing and building new paths
rebuilding the constructs of self
collective visions of love
give up on belief itself
all is relative
beware of absolutes
belief restricts us from accepting all things as they are
the black hole mirror-  the moon of narcissus
pointing toward another centre

come sit by the fire instead
 Jun 2014
Adam Struble
the fish in the flow
the impure vessel
baptism of love in the darkness
the moon and the ego
orbit in illusion- are worshipped ill
stripped and displayed on the pedestal of self
bound and loathing in the shadow
and who tied the knots?
the architect of your indolence
now put the little minnow back in the water
and see if he swims or sinks
and the splash- a whale
right out of the blue-  a merman
emerged from underneath the illusion of separation
look into your own mysteries and your own demons
self awareness is fearless flow
i am clothed in the love of brothers
my placenta is wet and red on the floor
the question is simple
the answer is in your heart
the answer you give is boldly wrong
right in your very make up
instinct gives us sense and direction
trust the path of your heart
listen to the light inside and you will always be on the path
 Jun 2014
Adam Struble
castles made out or dreams
caves & spines & sky people
places of purity and rites of passage
smiles, circles, and the inner clockwork
of nature revealed-  size disappears
the sky opens up and swallows us whole

the dead subsist on memory
what is death to eternity and eventuality
dust and train tracks
leaping down mountains, young and brave
fearless poetry in motion at the crossroads of the soul
the womb of our collective vision
you changed as we changed
i am what remains of the sky
a lone gatekeeper
to the window to heaven
 Jun 2014
Adam Struble
further into the wilderness
power at the spine base
low vibrations of water over stone
aqua skin-green singing opening
pink flowers dance in the garden
opening and breathing-  undulating
the slow breathing of the earth Mother
rush of waterfall and river
over stars and lovers
pink eyes open all around us
we walk forward and gently **** the future
kiss the goddess and she turns severe
in the river she sweeps you
the unmoving pillar is quickly toppled
into the cold embrace of the rush
lessons from the water goddess- levels and cycles
undivided soul reaching up for connection
we are flowers in the garden of delight
we are children of the fire and of the light
the sun kisses the water-  lovers embrace in the open air
we are the sun and the water
we are balanced in the womb of mother nature
we are order and chaos
we are life celebrating life
we are the universe making love to itself

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