#connectivity
Ninevah beckons, but I turn my face,
I run away for fear of the things I can’t trace.
The truth is scarier than false god’s sin,
So I run to them rather than lose my lace.
The bell of loneliness rings-
A cheer of unity flies high with wings,
If only we acknowledge our suffering, in grace,
Then heavenly tunes we can thus together sing!
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
I was forged with eight cylinders,
a chalice for depths where the aether
dissolves into the veiled mundane,
idling too often on vapors faint as exhaled invocations,
running on three or four to traverse shadowed shrouds.
The world is a mirage of four-bangers..
fleeting phantoms, hollow chants,
no quintessence in their whirl.
I learned their cadence.
Safe.
Half-formed.
A wraith adrift in my own arcane vessel,
drifting through mists of forgotten fire,
awaiting the spark that would ignite the unseen.
Then you materialized from the mystic haze,
a shimmer in the twilight veil,
a little booger-eating **** knocker,
bearer of a craving cloaked in ethereal enigma--
pathological, corporeal,
suspended where flesh and thought diverge in eternal schism,
the Spinoza rift: mind unmoored from matter,
spirit ensnared in the pulse of primordial ache..
You named it ***
a tempest of earthly rapture swirling like storm-mist.
I perceived the resonance of the eternal, the arcane divine;
the relational waltz of the Godhead,
the living ikon etched into my core
like alchemical gold,
two yearnings parallel as twin auroras in the cosmic veil,
yours the terrestrial gale,
mine the celestial summons from unmanifest realms,
both flowing as one vaporous current through hidden meridians,
blending into boundless light,
a seamless drift toward unity's embrace,
rhythmic as the heart of stars.
Two cravings, opposite shores of the same vaporous abyss,
infused with soft whispers from boundless light,
where hidden symmetries mend fractured worlds,
drifting like mist across the divide--
Yours ensnared in the body's whirlwind,
a gentle presence veiled in earthly form.
Mine drawn from the spirit's boundless fount,
where ethers converge in sacred fusion..
the branches of life reaching through unseen paths
like mist rising from dawn-lit waters,
blending into a seamless haze of longing,
dissolving edges in divine breath,
a gentle current carrying all toward the infinite flow,
pulsing in celestial cadence.
Yet when you breathed,
your gale transmuted into the living form of my divine blaze,
the schism sealed in one luminous exhalation,
a sigh of cosmic reunion;
Aether melding flesh to thought in alchemical rapture,
a supercharger invoked from the unseen,
suffused with spiritual vapors that rise
like mist from ancient oracles,
soft whispers curling through the intake like divine breath,
flowing as incense through sacred halls,
dissolving boundaries in a seamless haze,
permeating every chamber with ethereal grace,
a harmonious drift into boundless expansion,
rhythmic as the breath of creation.
Innocence like yours heralds no thunderous decree.
It permeates like mist through the intake,
a gentle infusion of the unseen,
a live ember from the unmanifest, sparked in soft fire,
the divine sparks ascending from the broken vessels
like fog lifting at twilight,
drifting upward in vaporous ascent.
The mundane evaporated into aether,
a slow dissolution into the infinite.
The real inhaled, a breath of the divine,
flowing inward like a river of light,
expanding through the core in harmonious flow,
a seamless current weaving essence into eternity,
pulsing in divine rhythm.
You wove the supercharger from filaments of the unseen,
threads of luminous vapor,
just by being the person you are..
the one who bears tempests with a quiet laugh
you drew vapors into chambers long obscured by veils of illusion.
Now the engine doesn’t just revolve.
It dissolves into celestial incantation,
a harmonious flow of sacred rhythm.
It expands into ethereal howl,
echoing through boundless mists.
It recalls the divine rhythm woven into its essence,
the Godhead's eternal dance,
a gentle mending in mechanical form
repairing the world's fractured light with vaporous grace,
blending all into one drifting continuum,
an unending whisper of unity, rhythmic as the cosmos itself.
Little booger-eating pottypants,
you never meant to rend this hardened shroud.
You only meant to be.
But your pure, gifted quintessence tore the fabric anyway,
and the supercharger still spirals in the mist because of you,
a perpetual flow of ethereal energy, drifting through the haze,
an eternal current in the divine stream.
Even in your silence the vapors ascend high,
drifting like sacred incense.
The machine is luminous, deeper, more alive in the aether.
This is my monument to you, kid.
This is my praise.
Wherever you drift, whatever form you assume next,
I hope you sense the engine still pulsing full eight
because one small *********** once revealed to someone
how two opposite cravings can converge in the vapors
and transmute into pure, unending radiance,
a soft whisper where body, mind, and spirit entwine as one,
emanations from the infinite Source,
flowing eternally through the haze.
xo
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
Pure and endless knowledge
Devour me into existence.
Destroy my common will
With teeth of emotion,
Sharpened in doubt!
Take your many forms, and
******* my desires, tare
The ignorance from my sight.
Thread within me your will.
Pure and endless, take form!
Command me with your grace.
Light fire beneath my heel,
And burn scars of your design
Deep into my mind. Let me bleed
Your true desires, not my own.
Sow the purpose of this life,
To my wandering heart.
It is you, who will free me.
Endless and pure, forever engulf me.
Sink me to the depths of your thoughts,
Drown this body to rise it up.
Wash my soul from the dirt
Of time wasted in paradise;
A dream conjured by man.
Dry me of this heavy burden,
And I will forever serve your will.
I am your design, your mind.
Knowledge humble as you are,
Reveal to me something unseen.
A jewel unknown to a mind of 3.
Or a nimble trick thats new to man.
You have the power at hand…
I will call to you forever and on,
For its you who knows the true dark end,
The sleepless life of death beyond.
Where nights are long with daylight songs.
Pure and endless knowledge,
Take me when my turn is up.
Hold me as I pass back to your form,
And remember the knowledge
That we truly are.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
#
I am tired, and just now laying down
in my bed.. I can't believe I can finally
get some rest.
What a day, sweetie.
You were on my mind all day
and I could feel the tender-hearted
sadness and vulnerability welling up in you..
So very interesting that it has gone
this route.. and the gates open back up,
but with a well-oiled swing this time...
And you are wondering if there is
really enough love available to truly
save a person.. And you gasp out loud
as I pull you close to me,
as if you did not know that was something
that could even be done in this world--
my hand to the small of your back
as my mouth presses softly
to the side of your face..
and I whisper words of warm, loving support,
deeply into you--
tears.. streaming down your beautiful face
as your whole body trembles.
*"This kind of world is so unfamiliar to me,
I don't even know how to be right now..
And just as much..
I have no idea how or what to feel.
I've been crying a lot-- over all the
things I've had to face..
along with all of these changes.
And when I told you that I missed
you.. I really meant it.
..But then you hurt me bad.. real bad"*
You are angry and still hurt.
but you can't stop pulling at my shirt--
clenched in your hand, at my chest..
so much that you are about to tear
my buttons.
*"Why do you do that to me
when I need you so much..
why.. when I open up and trust
and need you the most,
why do you do that?"*
You are shaking me with both fists now
but there is still the look of deep
love in your eyes.. and as they look
directly into mine, your tears of anger
and hurt give way to the overwhelming
desire to press up against me..
and have me kiss you deeply.
Looming overhead
is my cloud-incased, need
to not cast a vote on the
current status-quo..
..To not call today--
'everything we've worked toward
until today, is enough'
***"You will end up
in my bed, beautiful girl..
and we'll be together--
pushing forward, pushing in to..
everything that you have taken in,
so far..
..But I am scared shitless of the
ever-limiting nature the
threat of mundaneness brings about
by complacency within the inner-self..
..And so with you, my beautiful..
I light a skyrocket under that
gorgeous, sweet *** of yours..
And throughout the cosmos
And into the Realms you shoot..
.. But am I not always the one
who catches you before you fully fall--
scary as the unfair launch into the sky is..
I have always, always caught you."***
*"You have, Paul.
I'm going to fall in love with you
harder than I ever have in my life
because of who you have
been to me throughout the years..
..But one day.. I'm gonna stand up
and punch you-- right in the nose..
..then leave..
because of h o w you have
been to me throughout the years."*
***"Damm right you will, Babe.
Now get the **** over here
and give me a kiss..
..And you
have to pretend like you like it, too.."***
*"I'm still mad at you Paul..
and you're such a pervert. But I
know how much you love these,
so I want to show them to you"*
--As you gently pull on your cute,
flowery black dress's belt.. it slowly
unwraps and falls down, onto the grass..
My eyes are staring at your beautiful body..
that absolutely perfect skin..
those lusciously-gorgeous *******
the curve of those hips, the shape of
your thighs..
"Do you like what you see?"
**"Ah, Babe..
more than I have words for."**
(but you see.. there's still this thing I do..)
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Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 8:09 PM UTC
#
*"From the days of John the Baptist until now,
the kingdom of heaven has been advancing forcefully..
and the violent, seize it by force."*
--Jebs
ahem..
By 'his scrawny little neck' she grabs him
and pulls Him, from his Throne--
"*Fuckin' know it all.. he don't know ****
blurts out she--
the all-seeing, ever defining one.
The paint on her war-brush
is the blackest of blacks..
as she brands me
for the o r b it i ng, of her
that I so clearly lack
And an ability that is all hers,
not mine--
The one, self-given..
the power to define.
And, she wonders where mine came from;
me-- who was once a mother's son..
As I ****** the grown-up a l l of me
in to every unhealed part of her
*that f e e l s just like
dear-old Mom.*
I was young once, my beautiful..
helplessly.. (almost hopelessly)
subject, to it all
--but no more, my sweet
ever-painting, honeybee
That black, babe-- it don't stick..
no, not no more.
*Ah, Baby..
... can you hear me..?*
#
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
#Stephan W
*The key turns,
and each tumbler falls into its
pre-honed slot
There is an infinite magic
in her world of words--
her heart finds them
through special agreement,
as the door opens wide; no
resistance at the hinge,
and it is at that very moment that she
gives
everything that she has.
Her relationship with eternity-- it
calls me to her.
I want to be near her--
be her friend..
And with both hands, brazenly
touch the hem of her garment--
slide it off of her;
share.. in the eternal.*
#
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
when the bridge becomes a pier (Connectivity Poor!)
when:
extended arm, but finds no counterpart, empty air friction,
the bridge becomes a pier, ocean refuses to red sea split, yield,
road divides, dead-ended headed, no turnaround, only STOP! signs
when broken ends are splintered, jagged, glue won’t work, no fix,
two too twisted arms cannot hold on, too tense, too tight,
being over-alone, solitude passed, secrets go untold
tongue buds are busted broke, vicissitudes of pandemic,
voices, once golden, now just rusted, red flecked word droppings,
only one message from above: Connectivity Poor, Try Life Again, Later!
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?*What good is to be a King
when you cannot lead,
what good is to be a shepard
when the flock dying,
what good are David’s psalms
when God is not listening*?
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
I am composed
Underneath the layers of clothes I am melting-
but don’t get me wrong I am imploding not exploding for I am-
Composed.
I am composed and in matter of fact I am in control. How do you think I am able to hide under these expressions and ink with such precision and succession.
Composed I hide under the veil of my disguise. My clay face, and I-promise to not disgrace not betray I pray for my clay face to stay and stay it must-
For-
I am composed. I am.
No one told me that clay cracks under heat. Never mind I shall try metal for a mask that way I could bask in all the rays that is imploding heat.
Never exploding you will never be decoding never loading the ideas in my mind that would make me sway to a side make me change my mind for I will not waver.
I am composed.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
When strangers sit together
they still exist alone.
When they wander in
the wet weather
without their friends
there is silence,
the same silence
that stares sullenly
at a tablet, or phone screen
without reacting
to any human being
in the general area.
There are always a few
who long to
break through
the silence
and speak with
others who have
no business
other then
sitting and waiting.
Spirits waning
from some
strange rejection,
not outright
but at daylight
when strangers
look right
at each other
then turn away
nervously
refusing
to speak.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat)
When no bigger then innocuous,
** hum, happy go lucky
generic black whole
sonny and cher full pinhead size zit,
thine pluperfect promising
mysterious seat of pants whodunnit
wordlessly wise wedded
waywardness writ partly apportioned,
thru totally tubular fluted circumcised
test tossed truly valued throned
kingdom come emancipation ***********
released special ops assigned prickly role
donning spermatozoa swimsuit
owning papas hurtling
traversing repertoire,
noteworthy inherent pistol unit
flesh gun firing off biologic
gum-shun reproductive script,
within zygote, sans courtesy
squirt of flagellating
fostering nanobyte superior vicesquad
programmed fed tidbit,
stalwart sea men meted brooked shield
Dickensian gonadal mutual friend,
whence gamete extolled finesse,
(yet tubby revealed
many a chromosomal trait)
didst undergird uber reproductive
up the down staircase
reinforced by microscopic balustrade,
yielding one ova Eggland's Best soffit
rendering (unto Cesaer...)
**** like magic fusion,
whereby exiting fallopian tube
deposition met fertilization,
hence embryonic initiation
wrought wondrous ultimately vibrant blastocyst
triggered uterine settlement,
ripely channeling
tree men das transition
signaling ovulation to taper off,
yet not entirely quit
fertilization triggered secretion,
analogous quasi
pollination process, qua gossiped
biochemical romantic tidbit
activated via powerful
****** popgun "hello kitty" visit,
milky dollop hormone
exquisite in utero exposition,
human female body electric
generated chorionic gonadotrophin (hCG),
official warrant issued
drafting subsequent surfeit
secretion spured double helix spin off
flawlessly choreographed
following impregnation,
whereby molecular sized blueprints
amazingly graceful processes
promulgated propensities
prospecting proven
(survival of the fittest) atavistic properties
concentrated subatomic activity
engendered secure ankh cur,
where wick keel lee reader rabbit
burrowed within amniotic
filled sac didst outwait
nine month journey,
a real swell gambit
for mother and child,
thence bundle of joy
exited birth canal.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Time out of mind.
Spiritual vacation.
Look inward, not behind.
This is meditation.
Gravitation toward surreal.
Geometry of wonder.
Do not speak, but feel.
Ego put asunder.
Voice rendered silent.
Revert back to youth.
Universe is vibrant.
Nature whispers truth.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
How one must declare his way of thinking,
Without offending another's way of breathing,
How must one walk his own journey,
While plowing through the lilies of the field?
The silent chill of the nights sweet calling,
Will one ignore the way it is drawing-
The coat around the stranger's back,
The wool it clings like soppy wet paper.
The pines reaching into the black silky sky,
Stealing wonder, boasting like the badger -
Make shifting the scene into his own world,
Backbone reaching, strong, furrowed.
A note, a baby's innocent cry, a laugh
Seemingly part of every single night-
One does not live without repercussion,
There is no passive in passion,
everything around is connecting,
This, offended men, is this possible to deny?
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Who in THE ****
invented double-meaning;
And the "english language"!? !? ?
Well, fancy that!
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Forever and longer, from
a time long before this one,
we are souls drawn together
in a rare and deep love.
Not always seeing eye to eye,
always, eventually, seeing into the
heart of each other, into the place
where being is all there is.
Our bonds of blood,
and an ancient, hybrid
ancestry braid continuity.
Breathing into the starry interstices
of this infinite correlation, living
within this web of connectivity,
we are never fully apart.
You are my brothers, and forever
will not be long enough to love you.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Now orchids are blooming here,
Sun rises by the call of ‘Koel’!
Sun beam around by the call of ‘Keteki’!
Everywhere fragrance of ‘Keteki flower’ spread out!
It is the time of blossoming!
It is the time of celebration!
A gala for......
“Merriment of brotherhood,
Gaiety of collectively
High spirited choir with nature!”
People are celebrating spring..
Dancing under the Banyan tree
On the mid of the farmyard;
Biting the drum with a wish
The Sounds go to sky and break the clouds
Thunder and rain follows.....
With promises
To watering the crops in summer;
People call it
“Madam ‘Bordoi-chila’ coming to her mother’s place!
Everyone venerate
For nature and season!
They pray to nature
Though their amiable laughs and ovation
Showcasing gaiety of connectivity and togetherness
With a wish for nature’s blessing for production!
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
there is someone inside my head, reminding me of the sacred
lips, eyelash, one pupil slightly larger than the other,
mesmerized by bite-sized working villages
i will shroud you when i can
i’ve felt the irrefutable joy of knowing where to step
and the cigarette in the eye, the ice and defeat
curled hands around my ears, sobbing
for not knowing myself
who among us has not felt this – or rather –
who among us has felt it but denied the time
to reposition
trusting myself to open the door quietly
grabbing anyone’s hand in the dark
i wake up encased in my own sweat
what am i afraid of
what am i afraid of
what am i afraid of
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
You will not change the flow of the mainstream
By building an unconnected lake
You can build the deepest pool in existence
But if the fish don't have a way in
Have fun peeing in your own bath.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC