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Crazy* is nearly always a prerequisite for *Fascinating
That isn't to say that all crazy is desirable, nor that all fascinations are insane.
 Nov 2013 ethyreal
LAS
Anger.  Hurt.
      Confusion.  Shock.

Detachment from awareness, I was vulnerable.
The Dark Place was able to shake me again.

"Darkness cannot survive in the presence of light."

I was fearing a disturbing reality
until the salvation of light pulled stronger.

Your soul, my soul, manifesting connection in light.
You are light in my life; light in my life is you.

Never again will I see the moonlight reflected in your eyes,
But looking to the sky, the moon and starts have a new luminosity.
Another spinoff from my Dear You, poem.  Just experimenting with incorporating spirituality in my writing, and I didn't remotely like anything else I wrote tonight.
 Nov 2013 ethyreal
Alastur Berit
Her poems are like
sound waves
they can't help the shape they make
arcing, cresting, jagging scores into the sky then
crashing
into smaller crescendos and puddles
refusing to stay still
adamantly holding their shape then
suddenly relenting
into smaller
smaller
lines
Then it HITS, her thoughts
They rip through the message finally clear
not even sure how my brain processes
these tiny wave forms not really sure
how these shapes make me feel
not sure how the words
can drift into my head
and make me feel
something
anythi
ng
.
.
.
This is just an idea I had as I was leaving the house. Definitely needs more work.
 Nov 2013 ethyreal
st64
lotus-gift
 Nov 2013 ethyreal
st64
the lotus floats on waters
silhouettes dance in spastic-joints
a sombre-figure with a spiky do
cavorts behind invisible-mirrors
which reflect the lost motions of unchaperoned-pedestal
in corrugated-shadows



don’t forget to lift that hem a little higher, lady
and give over to the pulsing rhythm
undo your leather-strap, it’s enough to whip out some frenzy
do what you want: you’re not awake, anyway
what have gone and done, dear girl?
is true-love to be found in the arms of a bearded Japanese?
yes, open that white blouse of yours with the silky-buttons on
while your eyes pearl-glaze over attending-cliffs
hold that slow-unfolding palm over your breast and
let busy aglet-fingers shake loose some nuciferous-reward
stems hold up sweet-flora and its waiting-petals
the gyrations match the ripped-space in your ceilinged-heart
slow-motion coy-boy on stand-by in heated-debate
            where stickety-words carry the burden
                           of                          
             knock-out honeyed-pleasure

high-pitched comes and you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be
than to fit your *explosive
jigsaw-piece up my nostrils
so that I can finally breathe
lithe and limber



later, when you nod off
your dreams’ll take care of lost-thread and thorough-floss your mind
yank off the binding-straps
take it down muddy-banks into pools of upside-down sky
and the only light will be the reflected-glint of moon
as it winks its very firm OK




S T – 21 nov 13
superb day, alritey ;)



sub-entry: relaxx
close your eyes a while
relax
be still
quit makin’ your knees work so hard
and just please
lemme kisssssssssss you
 Nov 2013 ethyreal
Taigu Ryokan
Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
I find it a bit funny
that I left an abuser for a cheater;
the Poetess, who got me so into writing,
shot herself in the Foot with that one.
*(What else is new?)
Eyeliner is a gateway drug;
an altered self-image inexorably follows.
I get a sense of social indignation
but I really don't care;
oddly enough,
it helps me to feel more comfortable.

Besides, I'm a Musician
so that absolves all weirdness
of makeup on a guy, right?
God, gender roles ****.
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