OH TO TASTE THE ENERGIES OF ENLIGHTENMENT.
TO BREATHE DEEP,
AND CONNECT TO SORCE WITHIN
OH TO STAND BALANCED WITH NATURE
AND ITS DIVINE ALLIES.
TO MOVE GRACEFULLY LIKE WIND
CROSSING SACRED SHORE.
OH TO DANCE WITH WISDOM
REALIZING THE TRUE PUROSE OF LIFE.
TO GO WHERE NO HUMAN HAS GONE BEFORE.
CROSSING THRESHOLD OF TIME
OH TO BE IN MOMENTS TORNADO OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
TO AWAKEN TO PLACE WHERE HARMONY LIVES.
WHERE LIGHT INTEGRATES DARK
WHERE CELEBRATION BEGINS
AND HEART OPENS TO TASTE, DIGEST, AND MOVE
IN PEACE ETERNAL.
It is more effective if when you read it you take a breath in-between paragraphs
Today, I shall dip myself in a vat of love energies. Oh how grand to feels alert, awake, better than before. Here I swim in footsteps harboring unconditional love. Loves door, I welcome you to. Come Be My Guest.
Inspired by Howard Hilde-- Thank you
energies spiral within.
energies ignite for joy.
Singing from the heart,
energies vibrate for harmony.
Was chatting with a dear friend Dr. Sandy and she just said the phrase "breathing positive" and I instantly know the poem was born
For once I think I'll speak clearly. My hands are a megaphone.
I feel like my legs are buried in paper up to the iliopsoas.
do you feel it?
I am improper syntax incarnate. My hands are up to my mouth.
I feel like I call to you and you won't visibly position yourself.
do you feel it?
What a tragic life to be terribly lonely so overtly by my own design.
Words I should easily speak disguise in the esoteric words I write.
i feel you.
in fact like an acid trip dusted over days i hang onto every letter
and in the subtle twisting of the pen your vibrations enter my eyes
and in the drumming of your zealous fingers against the keyboard
and in the tapping at the glass as you ignore your text messages
your affecting verse travels my arterials and fills my chest with life
are we alike?
I can't help but ask it. I sit puffing cherry pie,
feeling quite abandoned. You know the story.
Do you feel absolutely sundered by your insides?
Can't stop the gnawing unless you actualize your leaden brain.
well adjusted to deep addiction to discord.
and i join your audience in admiration of the grace absent in myself
I appreciate the **** out of you all. I wouldn't write if I didn't read, and all your words are worth repeating. All of you. Your words are a ******* blessing to such a casually deteriorating, increasingly dreary world. When I'm feeling dead, your words connect, and I want you to know that. It's a home away from home. Spill it, spill it.
Why, you ask, can't we kiss?
I'm playing hard to get.
Why, you ask, deny bliss?
I flash a fang and say,
I want to get you wet.
If your body permits me
I'll taste your ***
While you stroke my head
I'll swallow your dis-ease
Drink your disease.
Should you allow.
Drink your cocktail.
Should you please,
I'll lick your wounds forever.
Drink your elixir.
Prostrate without your asking.
In your divine glow.
Take this please, because it's killing me.
I want you to love me
like you loved me when we met.
After time and experience what's love
but a nebulous concept? I'm all yours.
Clutch my searing sparkle, while it's yours,
like your ardor is too voracious to contest.
I'm all yours. I want you to love me
as the moment's past, like you've
endeavored to make the moment last.
Had I ever adored
another sacred satellite
more, I would have left
but I'm permanently
pulsing in narcosis on the floor,
dead devoted, waiting for the wanton
conflagration to return.
This one's for you.
Keenly sharpened lashes black the soul
Shroud the awful secrets of portals
Two brown pretending eyes pulling in
The sun, moon, light, every remaining hint
Yet prey's feet split the difference over floor
Soles stick to stone, *** warms, heart exposed
And the blood kept sacredly entombed
As prey migrates wildly out of vein
Til the gun dogs swap kisses
In familiar red
Keenly sharpened garb draws the edges
Grants malevolence a silhouette
Encroaching ****** deviance
Dances her hips so sweetly you forget
I never was, but when it counted.
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate
Reference the DSM and of its many pages
Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism?
Lines of my shape in shade
seem monstrous when
I've been your part and whole
well before your birth
Not long ago you were
I breathed over
your mother's neck
I painted canvas
And so the twisting began
Telling tale under moonlight
A fickle old soul
And difficult woman
Took your hand into hers
Desperate to relieve her
Countless years of flagellation
In the sad song she sings
But the world won't listen
And the crone knows why
The world won't listen and
She knows, she knows,
She knows why
Because the saddest songs
Remain silent below
The lonely sigh
You made your mistake
Deserve of this
You said your ears were
What that means
Some of my idols don't do drugs
With blinders on **** your idols dead by dawn
Being the case I **** mine with shame
Reagan would have loved their hatred of me
Being the case he would hate me, too
Bring me your disdain, bring me
Baskets overflowing, ***** apples and oranges
Mess of accidental fruits of unaware labor
I guess malice blesses my innate behaviors
We alter the stars to outcry
We alter time, ascend, divine
We alter time of death
Design last breaths
Next in line.