"ecstatically" poems
sometimes,
i like to dance
with the devil
burning eyes upon me
in hypnotic dazzle
my toes easily
sweep away inhibitions
quieting my angelic
voice's suspicions
as whispered words
brush thine ear
my entranced ego
has no fear
endangering
as it may be
our bodies entanglement
appears free
with soaring thoughts
of ecstasy
we ebb and flow
in ****** mystery
seduced in music
playing rhythmically
ecstatically,
i dance willingly
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
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From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
Ecstatically leap—
Beloved only Afternoon
That Prison doesn’t keep
They storm the Earth and stun the Air,
A Mob of solid Bliss—
Alas—that Frowns should lie in wait
For such a Foe as this—
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In this new world so connected digitally
Online with your smartphone or desktop continuously
Every touch or click with your fingers sublimely
Connecting messaging chatting seductively
Rush of dopamine brain lives ecstatically
Bits and bytes that rise and fall emotionally
Waiting for physical touch earnestly
LDR love seem to be extraordinarily
Yet to see LDR grows into LTR eventually
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
O Thou who at Love’s hour ecstatically
Unto my lips dost evermore present
The body and blood of Love in sacrament;
Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be
The inmost incense of his sanctuary;
Who without speech hast owned him, and intent
Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,
And murmured o’er the cup, Remember me!—
0 what from thee the grace, for me the prize,
And what to Love the glory,—when the whole
Of the deep stair thou tread’st to the dim shoal
And weary water of the place of sighs,
And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes
Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!
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Foreigners are people somewhere else,
Natives are people at home;
If the place you’re at
Is your habitat,
You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
But the scales of Justice balance true,
And *** leads into tat,
So the man who’s at home
When he stays in Rome
Is abroad when he’s where you’re at.
When we leave the limits of the land in which
Our birth certificates sat us,
It does not mean
Just a change of scene,
But also a change of status.
The Frenchman with his fetching beard,
The Scot with his kilt and sporran,
One moment he
May a native be,
And the next may find him foreign.
There’s many a difference quickly found
Between the different races,
But the only essential
Differential
Is living different places.
Yet such is the pride of prideful man,
From Austrians to Australians,
That wherever he is,
He regards as his,
And the natives there, as aliens.
Oh, I’ll be friends if you’ll be friends,
The foreigner tells the native,
And we’ll work together for our common ends
Like a preposition and a dative.
If our common ends seem mostly mine,
Why not, you ignorant foreigner?
And the native replies
Contrariwise;
And hence, my dears, the coroner.
So mind your manners when a native, please,
And doubly when you visit
And between us all
A rapport may fall
Ecstatically exquisite.
One simple thought, if you have it pat,
Will eliminate the coroner:
You may be a native in your habitat,
But to foreigners you’re just a foreigner.
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*The flute catches the music in the air
Every note dances ecstatically
A playful duet that pleases the heart
Silence becomes more gorgeous
Listening to the flute is a realization
Entwined in the caress of the pristine air
The oneness with it, a revelation*
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
You know what the stories say
About me. They call me silly,
Foolish, disobedient. They say
I should have listened to my
Father. Now he was a guy
Worth listening to: the one
Who built the labyrinth -- the one
That caged the bull-headed beast
And sent virgins, hopelessly
Lost, to their deaths.
He made me a pair of wings
And when he was finished
told me to contemplate my
mortality. And not to fly too close
To the sun. For the feathers
Were joined only by wax and days
But the sun was made of
molten fire and eternity.
How could I listen though?
When after so long
Penned in the cool, dim labyrinthine
Depths of his workshop, I was finally
Free. A soft warm shaft of sunlight
pierced me through and I was lost.
On my ****** flight, I was ecstatically
lost, rising madly to the shivering
brink of infinity.
Imagine me with my great white
waxen feathered wings circling
(Circling) (Circling) spiraling
Higher and higher to a crisis.
Oh I melted.
Then I fell.
I do wish they'd asked me how I'd have
Liked to be remembered though: Not
the merely foolish bull-headed kid
who refused to obey,
But the dreamer with wild eyes,
The one who once flew
too close to the Sun
And briefly,
(All too briefly)
Blazed.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
The sound of my snoring is just as loud
as the roars of every great beast
roaring ecstatically in a chorus of roars
my brother told me
he woke up at 3:00 A.M
and took a trip to our conjoined bathroom
known in the industry
as a jack and jill
but I am Jacob
and he is Jordan
he said that I was snoring
long, loud and violent
thrashing from side to side
like a boat on deadliest catch
like trees during that tornado
wherever that thing was
like someone struggling to live
and breathe
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
Have you watched the vast Sky?
Do you allow yourself to do this?
Are there any chances in life
To make you provide extra time?
In the morning, before Sun-rise
The Western Sky will be bright
With wonderful display of clouds
A beautiful look, Sky will have
When Sun comes graciously
What a wonderful light display!
Announcing His nice arrival
Clouds will run ecstatically
In the evening when Sun sets
Like a shy girl's lovely cheeks
Eastern Sky will be romantic
Giving red carpet to the Moon
After hard-work done for that day
Sun will go elsewhere to do duty
Twenty four hours are His service
No rest at all and so truly unique
All the stars come during the night
To give us joy and peace and hope
Their twinkling will be remarkable
They only preserve our happiness
The Sky is a place of real bliss
As rain and light come from there
Heat also is by the Sun generated
Moon is a boon supplying wonder
Today watch the Sky for a change
You will be flooded by thoughts
A new idea will emerge in mind
Surely this will act as a remedy.
mvvenkataraman
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
*Once a beautiful princess with a Zest for life
and a love for tasty Zingers
morphed
into a Zebra butterfly
Whenever she was enjoying her tasty Zingers
She was always on cloud nine
and so blissfully happy and alive
So one sweet summer's day
she was Zipping along on a Zephyr's breeze
Pleasantly enjoying life with a smile
When suddenly she came upon a garden,
an enchanting garden of Zinnias
Beauties, blooming colours of Zeal
And then suddenly he flew Zoom, Zoom
Zing, Zing faster than a Zenith light
A dragonfly, "ahh a god" she thought
And she worshipped him, he was her god
he was the Zeus of her garden
He could go from Zero to sixty in a Zecond
She was so ecstatically happy in her garden
she had honestly believed she had expired
and went to her very own sweet Heaven
When actually she was only dreamin'
sometimes she falls asleep unexpectedly
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,
low-caste, ill mannered and *****
but the god took the
fruit she'd been *******
Why? She'd knew how to love.
She might not distinguish
splendor from filth
but she'd tasted the nectar of passion.
Might not know any Veda,
but a chariot swept her away-
now she frolics in heaven, ecstatically bound
to her god.
The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira,
will save anyone
who can practice rapture like that-
I myself in a previous birth
was a cowherding girl
at Gokul.
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For years, longing long years
I mourned my smooth, young honey-hued, freckle-filled summers.
My tears, pander-eyed tears
Trickled down the furtive, long-sleeved, camouflaged decades.
I hoped hopeless hopes
That the pallid,white-lashed jig-saw stranger in the mirror should leave.
My fears, shadowy fears
Multiplied, forming stark splashes across the carefree canvas of my psyche.
Resigned, and re-designed
The pattern of my life became cheery-faced denial-by-self-tan.
And there, just where despair
Had me in its mottled, stubborn, white-knuckled, piebald grip
The long, long, longed-for thing
Occurred – showering my bleached body and soul with golden shards of joy.
The white, bright white
Which blighted my confidence and leached the tones from my being
Is going, going, gone
And I am once again becoming who I always so secretly and subcutaneously was.
I’m me… I’m free
And blissfully, gratefully, ecstatically aware that the final letters of my life’s curse are…
... "I GO"
Vitiligo © October 2011 Vitiligo Protocol
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
I confessed my adoration declaring my undying affection along with my true intentions
You declined most gracefully (clear and concise)
Narrating you do not share the same sentiments, (it was a forgone conclusion)
Letting me down eventually yet elevating my spirits every time you smile;
If you reciprocated even a decimal point of devotion or a fraction of affinity I hold for you
Metaphorically speaking it would acquire the vast space that now occupy all the stars in the known cosmos
For my affection towards you ran across time through galaxies extending throughout the infinite interstellar, finally resonating to the heavens unsettling angels and almighty god
In space time is redundant; direction hold no relevance and gravity is absent
Similar to the romantic intentions you have for me – literally none existent
You will always occupy that pedestal you once accused me I have erroneously placed you on
I will always hold the candle for you, step off a bridge if you asked me to
I would rather deserve medals and not have them; than to have medals and not deserve them
Very much like you – case and point
Maybe you are like the sunset I only have the privilege of admiring its magnificence from a far
But never to retain it for myself I have to let go once the dusk disappear giving way to the stars
But I like to still envision; let my imagination run rampant; then contemplate in accordance to the “Many Worlds Theory” that somewhere in the unknown multiverse, vibrating in a different frequency, we co-exist ecstatically ; now living & sharing an apartment in New York city; enjoying Chinese takeaway drinking cheap wine while listening to all your favourite songs from the nineties. (Specially the Goo Goo Dolls, The Verve and Matchbox Twenty)
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Beyond the dense woods of
scented sandal trees,
where pairs of wood ducks
ecstatically mate, squeaking,
and at the end of **********
leisurely preen and groom,
near the pond, so tranquil,
its water, the clear hue of ultramarine,
lies a stone seat
where my true love,
used to sit, eyeing the path
thinking about my arrival.
Now, the pale sun reluctantly sets,
like a hopeless lover with
broken heart, returns.
The ducks had flown back,
long before. Alone, I sit here
not knowing why!
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
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You were the inspiration behind everything I would desire
like Embers, I was once discovered by your fire
In my darkest hours you'd always give me reason,
like wildfires in unexpected seasons
Every part of me learned to radiate,
ecstatically exposed to all your burning states
Then came the day I turned into dust,
and like a volcano you annihilated my trust
I was the property of a ****** arsonist,
and starting fires is how his wickedness vents
It's hard to fathom that this started with little ignition,
because it grew so fast into a vicious obsession
I asked you to stop smoking that day and it wasn't because I was simply sick of it,
I just hated the fact that I saw myself in your half dead-cigarette
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
I love you to the moon and back, yet on earth, I hate you back and forth.
I am happy with a suppressed sense of agony. So ecstatically vibrant, yet miserably tormented.
I live day to day, walking and “maturing”, yet move no further than beyond the grave of a past, long dead and gone.
I’m awake, don’t you see?
When I wake, I open my eyes in a helpless sleep. Outside my tiny being, I see nothing but me.
I call myself a mother, or a father, but never gave birth to a daughter.
We call ourselves a “family”, but exist so disconnected — wavering and dislodged, apart and separated. Smiling resentfully, painfully, excruciatingly.
All for the cameras of course.
I am respectful — to be respected! I shower in lies, and cover you too, so I need not see any offensive residue.
I am a strong person, cowering and contracted to the slightest sight of error.
No vulnerability.
I’m brave, don’t you see? A plastic rock, standing impervious to the sea.
I love you, I love you, I love you. But I don’t see you, nor hear you, don’t know you.
I understand you, of course, “I understand everything!!!!” But I don’t see you, nor hear you, don’t know you.
I know you, I know you, I know you. Yet I don’t see you, nor hear you, don’t know you.
You’re crazy, poor child! Why can’t you lie like we do!?
Why can’t you NOT feel like we do!?
Why can’t you NOT see as we do!?
Why can’t you just “forgive” and “accept”? Take it all, all our objects in their entirety and forget the emptiness of your soul. Sacrifice yourself, for you need not forget, we gave it ALL.
Don’t you know yet? This world is OURS to own. A “truth” to be known.
Your perception; a mere fallacy to be shown.
Don’t you know yet?
Everyone agrees.
We stand before an army of validation, against your small speck of reality.
All memory, all harmony, all said and done -- buried beneath.
We are the bringers of truth, the proclaimers of wisdom and sound guidance. And you, our poor child, just a little voice to be silenced.
A lost soul, drifting outside the “right” path.
Reach for our direction.
You’ll travel upon a dusty, well-trodden track, and with feet now imprinted with scars. Rest assured though, for we travelled there too; feet too ***** to bear and too numb to care.
Take our confident hands, our dearest child. We’ll lead you through a clear path with tainted feet.
You’ll fall and we’ll rise in disbelief.
You’ll scream and it’ll only echo our fears.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
It's after midnight now
I've come to howl
the words my muse
keeps in her bag
She's a blackhearted *****
with gnarly teeth
and razor thin lips to bare
She has kerosene breath
and her fingers are as cold as death
She's long desired
to catch me in bed
But I would drown in the creek
before I would be tongue bound
and give in to such an ugly witch
She plys me with liquor
He tongue is word flickered
She dances around and around
I stand but falter , and tumble on over
And she's quicker than a cat on a moth
She's licking my neck
and I shudder from cold z' over
She lays across my chest and declares
"I'll put you to test , taking all of your best"
Then she slides her hands under my shirt
Then cackling with glee
she strips down my clothes to my "T's"
So excited she trembles ecstatically
She raises her dress and sits down upon me
She screams in such delight like
two bobcats fighting at night
And I lay helpless as I stare
She moans , then groans
then short tempered yells
and many an "almost" and "Oh Oh Oh's"
Then turns soft as a quail
Her fingers now all over warm
Replacing the cackles and bows
a beautiful voice that glows
She whimpers like a puppy scorned
She's now in the buff
And little concerned
In the calm after the storm
her true beauty really shows
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
The wind blows in a restive frenzy,
But knows not which way to go.
Dead leaves caper ecstatically
In the hope of reanimation.
The lascivious earth wears petrichor;
Craving for his touch.
Her paramour with a tumultuous roar,
Seems invincible in his virility.
The grim atmosphere lights intermittently
As the sparks of their passionate paroxysm burst through.
The ******** tryst leaves him exhausted.
Satiating her voracity was an arduous feat.
What once seemed invincible now floats decrepit;
Oblivious to the agents of his decay.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
Within this solitude,
I have grown in ways I never knew possible.
I have delved deeper into the caverns
of each chamber
of this sacred abode
we call the Heart,
and discovered there is no end..
It is a perpetually incessant journey.
I continue to swim,
propelled through this bloodstream, ~ this heart’s dream..
my tears becoming one with the ocean
within the vessel that carries me forth.
Guided by a gentle hand, the inward immersion continues..
It is dark.. warm..
it envelopes me.
I cannot see .. rather I feel,
moving by the sight of faith.
There is safety in this sanctuary,
the guiding hand a cord,
the darkness a soothing, protective womb.
I inhale deeply –
as I hear the voice whisper:
everything is allegory
pain is a sculptor (it keeps us upright)
love is a painter (his brush divinely guided)
lust is a cello… (but what good is an instrument without a song to sing?)
and I am ecstatically transported to Tagore:
“*I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument
while the song I came to sing remains unsung*.”
I exhale cathartically –
Releasing..
It seems an eternity between the inhale ~ and the exhale..
a lifetime between each breath.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Loosen the noose, I'm ready to live
Unlock these chains I once begged you for
Collapse the walls I've had you build
Release the animal, it's tired of hiding
I'm ready to run
Headlong into the shadows
Away from the other one
I'll devour all I've withheld from
My crumbling spirit has decayed
Replaced by something raw
A ripened, dripping rage
And blood I will draw
Ready to show this true nature of mine
The dominant monster
A shiver up every spine
A nightmare unfostered
Beneath my heel you'll find
The weakest imposters
A vision of blackest beauty
I am everlasting insanity
Every demand followed
Every heart hollowed
Ecstatically
I'll make you crawl
I'll pull you down
You'll heed my call
I'll watch you drown
Well beyond the depths
And through our cores
I'll go to hell
Unlock all doors
Gather an army
Of oaths unsworn
My will unleashed
A chaotic force
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
My heart is slipping up my throat and my eyes are half open
my stomach is ecstatically quivering
I'm high off a smile and my toes are tipped
Blissed-out
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
drops falling steadily
upon a misty world
far more than fifty shades of green
dazzle your senses
make you
almost
hear
trees bushes flowers
drinking sustenance
ecstatically
dancing in the rain
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
Moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables,
All I need is some honesty honestly,
“Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”,
or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly,
she says she only likes black men,
and they say “Once you go black you never go back.”,
but I’m white and when she came she came with me,
and since she arrived she hasn’t left,
sometimes,
truth really is stranger than fiction,
quit drugs got clean,
so now she is my only addition,
on a rooftop in a cool spot sipping champagne,
in the pool got a true shot at some real fame,
feeling like the hero and the villian,
half Joker have Bruce Wayne,
the truth is I feel like a mix of all the Bruces,
Bruce Jenner Bruce Banner Bruce Lee,
Bruce Willis all in it no limits or gimmicks,
Born in the USA raised on Backstreets of Philly,
an American Dreamer living The Dream,
Born To Run call me Bruce Springsteen,
found the Fountain of Youth this girl with this tattoo’s the proof,
so now I bath in the rainbows of this spring,
life so exciting sometimes I just want to scream,
like I do right now as we dance ecstatically,
unconditionally above the world on this rooftop under this star light,
which makes sense since she is a dancer by trade,
we dance and sweat and let out everything that’s inside,
we spread our arms we extend our tongue,
we seize the moment this moment of life,
because we know everything goes in an instant,
life passes by in the blink of an eye,
but without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet,
trying to wake up from this dream Vanilla Sky,
and sure these waters are rough,
but hey at least we’re enjoying the ride,
as we find moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables,
All I need is some honesty honestly,
“Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”,
or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly…
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
What's the point?
Enjoy the ride?
Smoke a joint.
Now go and hide
Wait it out
You're just paranoid
Let out a shout
Just to fill the void
Feelings of emptiness
It's all in your head?
Inhumane levels of stress
Just go to bed
Nighttime rolls swiftly back again like an old familiar sin haunting the days end
Motivation creeps in, empty shoes ask where ya been to my bare footed skin
Worn down socks lay on the floor halfway out the door as if they couldn't take anymore
Life"s a bore if you know what"s in store, but if no one"s keeping score, then what"s it all for?
No matter how many times I made her ecstatically moan
No matter how many shots I made while in the zone
No matter how many things I"ve learned then shown
Just please always let the battle be forever known
That in the end we will all transcend again...alone
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC