"explosively" poems
*A coarse, yellow coat with dark spot aplenty
Lean as a greyhound with limb long and lengthy,
Faster than hare from a cold standing start
Impossibly glimpsed in tall grasses that part.
Crystaline jewels in two huge hazel eyes
With the svelt of a feline’s cold killing surprise,
Explosively quick with an elegant gait
And a murderous jaw full of canines that wait
For a fleeing gazelle or a springbok at speed
Then a launch that would emulate bullet, when freed.
Incredibly smooth with a fast loping stride
That would tax any racehorse an envious ride,
Snapping manouvers to left and to right
That mirror a quarry’s evasions of flight.
A blur in a frantic explosion of dust
Then the life blood erupts, splashing red as the rust.
Heaving great flanks after thrill of the chase
Wide open muzzle and gore on the face,
Guarding the game till the kittens locate
Then the spoils of the chase will make portions dictate.*
Marshalg
Serengetti Plain
Central Africa
30 November 2012
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
Welcome the new day
As night lifted her screen
The sun had brought its palette
Boasting of colours never before I've seen
Rays like paintbrushes
As they dove into the water
Light explosively burst into emeralds
Ripple and eddies would sparkle and shimmer
Bolts from the orange orb
Speared the tops of trees and sprawling ground
Tinting their leaves with green of olives
And grass with freshness abound
Its wand touched the tip of the distant lighthouse
Turning it the brightest green
It brought life back to my surrounding
Layered my eyes with the greenest of sheens
Such beauty laid bare
The difference was literally night and day
But my heart is also green
To readily accept what my mind has to say
As if a child
Or yet still a greenhorn
I should ignore the stains of yellow
And enjoy this new day that had just been born
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
I can't stop writing this poetry,
Because all I think of is poetry.
Phrases repeat temselves spontaniously.
Like trains coming continuously
Rhyme and metre extravagantly
Burst into flames explosively.
Twas I who consulted psychiatry.
OCD he said repeatedly.
OCD I thought repeatedly.
Then I broke free
From
Rhyme and. Metre
And any rules really!!!
**** it?
Flower
Sunshine in the rain
Relax bro
Be open and throw **** all over the place
But do it with grace.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
your eyes
are
so explosively
captivating
i feel like i
float in space
every time
your blue
and
my green
collide,
creating a new earth.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Turquoise in the morning light
The treetops are alive
With the myriad of birdsong
As the swirling mists arrive
And the shaft of brilliant sunshine
Penetrates the greenish gloom
To illuminate the craggy ridge
In a honeyed, golden bloom.
The rabbits head for burrows
Retreating from the night,
A flock of teal, in unison,
Explosively take flight,
There’s a freshness in the morning air
A tingle to the skin
And the twinkle in the blue eyes
Lets a secret smile begin.
Autumn in the country glade
The russets and the gold,
The song of early crickets
In the leafy knoll takes hold,
There’s a brilliance in the crispness
In the piles of windblown leaves
And the healthy crunch of underfoot
Invokes a sense of ease.
The peacefulness is calming
The solace in the sound
Of the distant song of blackbird
In the tall oaks that surround
And the velvet feel of morning
Thrills the mind to warmly hum
To the glory of occasion
In the warmth of Autumn sun.
Marshalg
Beneath the reds and golds of Autumn leafage.
14 May 2012
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
In Stardust,
Is where can hopes be born,
But also, where a star has died, violently, explosively, shining out light so brilliant it would roar if it hit the atmosphere, illuminate it,
It is hot, alike the purgatory with a sweet look to gaze at if you observe the planetary nebulae by a far, far distance of course,
The dreams of the nova remnant, spread across space, left is but a small piece of dense matter, pulsating light cast by it's fast spin,
It is but a pulsar, or rather this old lady could be called one of the many lighthouses of our beloved widely beautiful universe,
Shining brilliantly even after death, isn't that what we all desire ?
If sadness clouds your judgement and you have nowhere to run,
And if you feel lonely in a starlit sky, worrying about the past long gone, losing yourself to your recurring, cruel thoughts,
Just remember, that you too, once were part of a bright, shining star which once too used to brighten up the dark, cold night for one else.
~ Umi
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
We reside in a circus tent
strung with Goldilock's curls
Blood-red rose petals drizzle
from flesh-tinted ceiling drapes,
floating over
bodies reborn.
Blood-red rose
petals the color
of a lion's heart that beats
rhythmically,
imprisoned in the ivory-white
cartilage of a rib-cage
close to cracking,
threatening
an untamed liberation.
Who has enough audacity
to draw so near
to trust his head
between unpredictable jaws
or
tinseled with moths
to dance
illuminated by street-lights,
like snow that never falls.
Now she is laughing
with ethereal camaraderie
at the physicality
of Earth reality
illuminating
how limited vision is
before the lights start flashing
human and star dissolve
as explosively
irreversible chemical reactions
The ringmaster,
tossing Saturn's turn,
a voice like wind-chimes
an honest sparkle in his eye,
welcomes one to roam
where hearts dance freely
in ever-lasting starlit flame,
Concluding:
As long as we thank love for feeling
we'll never fall again.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
some days, his eyes are full with angst
his arms down his sides, with his fists as closed as his ears
and all I want to say is *I know how it is
to be so angry you don't know where to go
because the whole world lights you up like a dry stick of explosives,
how it is to have your feelings being so big they start to feel
like extensions of your limbs,
waving uncontrollably
and all you can do to avoid their friction from setting you on fire
is either to cut them off or keep your arms down your sides*
but I step aside, because he can no longer take in my words
his six year old eyes are filled with the nothingness of
an anger so big and unlabeled
but someday, I will tell him and he will understand
I will tell him that even though my blood is not in his veins,
I will cleanse it from soot and silt,
I will be his human shield from this world
I will tear kingdoms apart and slay every last creeper
just to help him level up
and I will uncontrollably, explosively and unconditionally
love him
//
vissa dagar är hans ögon fyllda med ångest
hans armar längs sidorna, med nävar lika hårt stängda som hans öron
och allt jag vill säga är att *jag vet hur det är
att vara så arg att du inte vet vars du ska ta vägen,
för hela världen får en att tända som en torr bunt sprängämnen,
hur det är att ha känslor så stora att de börjar kännas
som förlängningar av dina egna armar och ben,
okontrollerbart viftande
och allt du kan göra för att förhindra att deras friktion tänder eld på dig
är att antingen hugga av dem eller hålla armarna längs sidorna*
men jag går undan, för han kan inte ta in mina ord längre
hans sexåriga ögon fyllda med ingentinget
av en ilska så stor och oettikerad ilska
men någon dag ska jag berätta för honom och han ska förstå
jag ska berätta för honom att även fast mitt blod inte flyter genom hans artärer,
ska jag rensa det från smuts och sot,
jag ska vara hans mänskliga sköld från den här världen
jag ska slita kungariken itu och döda varenda creeper
bara för att hjälpa honom att levla upp
och jag ska okontrollerbart, explosivt och villkorslöst
älska honom
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
My love, my love these shaky Isles
Abandoned in the vast blue seas,
Born in Mesozoic times
When sedimentary oozes ease.
From far Antarctic mountainsides
To windblown dust from Austral plain
They lay in layers thick and deep
Beneath the Tasman Sea's domain.
A thousand million years of ******
Of plate tectonic shear and drift,
Mid oceanic larva seep
Determines continental shift.
Deep magmatic plumes arise
From down within the planet's core
To burst asunder from the crust
As mountain God's volcanic lore.
Ash and larva from the vent
In pyroclastic feirce display,
Obliterate the cold blue sky
Explosively in massive way.
Rooster tails of feiry ash
And bread crust bombs cascade about
Vulcan roars his rage to all
In violent, vast, volcanic route.
Ignimbrite flows from the vent
In sheets a hundred meters deep
The incandescence, from on high,
Would, watching Angels, cause to weep.
Like quicksilver, it cloaks the land
To cover all in burning flow,
To last a million years as sheets
Of sharded rock where 'ere you go.
So the land was born of fire
And bent and twisted by the force
Of upthrust from the great, beneath
And earthquakes felt throughout, of course.
Earthquakes of unearthly fear
Wrack foundation's very base,
Sudden as the artic gale
Unpredictable to face.
So the shaky Isles were born
Here to lie in ocean's vast,
Clad in forest lush and green
Snowclad mountains, rivers fast.
Well kept cities, well kept towns
Population proud and clean,
Beauty all around is felt
Perched atop creation's dream.
So the Shaky Isles exist
Perfect in their place in time,
Perched atop subducting plates
Perched in ignorance sublime.
What's around the corner now?
Who's concerned, who really cares
For Kiwis make the best of now...
The rest remains as chance declares.
Marshalg
Celebrating a love affair with my beautiful New Zealand.
31 August 2012
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
Starlings fly in silver sky
Bullfinch in the dry grass sings,
Emerald teal in tandem fly
Explosively on phosphor wings.
Miracles are in the air
Golden sun in evening glow,
Marigolds of orange flair,
With lavender, in patchwork grow.
Sap is flowing in the wood
bursting buds of olive greens,
Winter flees as winter should
Whilst bubbling brook transform to streams
Miracles are in the air
Colour rich in reddish hues,
Greens of fresh lime , aqua flair
Spring arrives in vivid views.
Silk striations lace the sky
With molten, mackerel clouds of gold,
Evening chill for you and I
Suggest we snuggle close to hold.
Miracles are in the air
A Moonrise breaks horizon’s door,
Hugely round with craters bare
We laugh with joy and seek for more.
Tantalizing night upon us
Stars ignite the heaven's fire,
Black as pitch with jewelled Adonis
Hot white pinpoints of desire.
Miracles are in the air
Passion in the blood doth boil,
Moonlight through her silver hair
Exquisite as blue fire on oil.
Marshalg
@thebach
29 August 2011
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 1:38 AM UTC
him.
the fire that was once burning so explosively
giving up days after ratchet days to kindle it
him.
It let off so much warmth in my heart
kept me cozy on days of doubt
him.
was unselfish
caring to all
him.
could easily be gone
if I didn't tend it just right
him.
flaring in extraordinary ways
looked like a devil in an angel kind of way
him.
him.
reminds me of a fire.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
I trace your outline
alone in the dark,
imagine
your sweet
feminine form
lying beside me,
every part of me
is on fire,
you burn
the same desire.
We move melodic,
locked in unison to
the beat of Kashmir.
I feel your temperature rise
as I move behind &
between your thighs.
Your closed eyes
speaks volumes,
it's the sweetest music
to my ears.
Strange, how
my fiery-imagination
leads to such
a succulent conclusion.
I free flow
molten lava
explosively into you,
images of me grasping
your thick hair
as you sigh
with mutual satisfaction.
I am drenched in
the dreams I have of you.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
In the right place
At the right time
On the right day
In the northwest sky
You can see star girl
You can't always see her
But she's there
Oh, she's there
People admire Stargirl from far away
But no one sees Stargirl
They see 10,000 lights
All suspended up in the sky
No one sees the 10,000 ***** of gas burning
They burn explosively emitting blasts of passion
But no one sees those
No, one sees her fire
They see Stargirl
Shining in the sky
But not her fire
Oh, not her fire
They see Stargirl
Perched upon a constellation
They see her perch
But what they don’t see is how precarious it truly is
They don’t see the immense amount of weight
The weight she balances
It’s as if, if she moved
The world would come crashing down around her
They see the planets the constellations and the stars
They see the glitz and the glam
The pretty things
What they don’t see is the void she floats in.
Nobody asks about the pressure
Only she, remembers the excruciating pressure.
Because all stars shatter
Before they show their true colors.
She can only hope
That one day somebody will look
With their mind
Not their eyes
And see all of her
Not just the parts that shine
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
I wonder why everyone can't just
flat-out, God-blessed, love each other-
freely, purely, and explosively-
why are some people allowed to hold hands on the street
and others must keep it in the privacy of their homes
some bodies must be hidden and others can be exposed
some kisses must be kept secret from those who love you the most
some heartbeats must happen outside of your own house
some moments cannot exist in the presence of others
and some lovers can only love a certain type of other lovers.
Why is it that I must be fearful in a group of people
that they can see my brainwaves and know what I am feeling
and that it would be dangerous if they knew?
Why must it be this way that I have to be in the vast minority
and that the chances of me finding someone to love is
minuscule and difficult; everyone is at a different stage regarding
my certain type of love, and it carries a baggage straight people don't have
it carries a complication, a heartbreaking rope of knots and pain and confusion
and 'do I even feel this way' because you have been taught that you shouldn't
and 'why isn't there straight pride' and 'just don't shove it down my throat'
these type of misunderstandings create this impossible disharmony
'stop queering the straights' 'oh so you're basically a lesbian'
no. I am not a lesbian- please stop classifying me and while you're at it,
please stop acting differently around me because you're scared I'm into you
chances are, I'm not. Please stop asking me why it's necessary for me to come out and say it,
its because every single other person, me included, is assumed to be straight,
and makes comments about dating boys and just boys and it's this eternal 'no homo'
and my own parents want me to bear children and it's part of me, okay?
It's me and it's my self expression and it isn't shoving it down your throat
I just want to know that I can still be completely me and still be completely loved,
that's all, that's why I have to say it out loud,
because it carries with it a kind of suffocation that builds and builds
because everything around you pushes you down and tears at your foundation
and when you finally say it, there's a pain that's gone that you know will never hurt again
but it will always sting, little daggers when your friends won't get quite
as close as they used to and your mom gives you different looks in public
or I am constantly misunderstood and misperceived and it's scary, it's
a scary world for us, it's a scary world for us, it's a scary world for us
and it will be that way until we speak loud enough that we are heard.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
she will cradle her head
in patchwork hands
and her
lips crack and out
spills words
explosively.
tears trace peculiar
tracks down
porcelain cheekbones
that jut out
much too harshly
under the dying stars.
cold moonbeams
dance over her hips
and
light upon
the desperation
in her eyes.
invisible bruises are painted
onto her
soul
and when she
smiles
you can almost see them.
a cigarette pressed to
dry cracking lips
will be all she wants
when she
is slowly
slipping.
she will never
breathe a word of
the betrayal
she felt
when her own body
failed.
and when her skin is
paper-white
you will press
trembling kisses to the
backs of her hands
and cry.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
The whole pain
Precipitated from the night sky
In the morning rain
Chiding me for love exposed
Now lying wasted in the drenched soil
Uncared and little
How I love?
A question that needs answer
Only to those who don't
And it etches like
A newly acquired scab
I just don’t know
How?
What I know
Is this feeling in me
Growing explosively silent by each space
You put in between
It brought me down on my knees
Feeling the greatness that was
To smallness that is
Now
Meanwhile the Rain
Continue lashing my car windows
Feels like high speed punishment cell
And
Love lashes within
Whipping up a storm
And I call you up
And say "how lovely is the weather
Around,
Wake Up"
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
Friends, enemies, angels, demons, and Gods alike:
I have but a simple request of thee: (however redundant it may well be)
forget not to drink Water!
For
't'is an acid in basic environments
and a base in acidic environments;
't'is comprised of two of the most explosively energetic elements
and 't'is the foundation upon which many systems operate
and 't'is the medium through which many systems facilitate.
'T'is pure crystalline goodness
for these, our crystalline bodies;
and, I find, the chances are
't'will only be of benefit to thee
to drink some more of it!
So, my advice is:
do it: drink it deep
if, indeed, ye can.
For,
thou art fortunate
if such be the case
and it's straight-up fuckin' irreverent
to ignore such an extreme gift.
When it is there,
't'is there for thee;
't'will nourish thee.
Give thanks to it
as well as for it.
Hydrate,
it feels great.
It can be a cure-all
for even the worst moods.
Some mint, some lemon,
maybe some solid water polyhedrons,
should ye encounter such need
for diminished thermal states.
Though, warm water is absorbed more readily.
The moral here is merely
to respect what thy Body needs,
both mentally and physically:
't'is thy vessel;
't'is owed thy respect:
't'is what gives thee Time,
and it is good to give back.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
I
if I yelled into a walkie talkie,
would you melt, or burn,
blaring noise
glaring sun,
glaze the windows, someone!
II
fade away and radiate,
move the people dis-populate,
we may all glow,
there are leaks, they know,
but that is not all
they are going to build
an icy wall to STOP thoseleaksnow,
some one strong willed
is taking charge of those positive and negatives
keep an i on atom, physically speaking.
III
shake, shake
roll the water
shake shake
roll the dice
shake shake
what happens
in the kitchen
where it is hot
and you bang
plates together
the do break, explosively
this time, no
tsunami, so sue me
but it was a six point one
when we get a nine what then?
IV
they have politics,
they have unrest,
they have strife,
put the ad in
the paper, some
one misunderstood, vehement
denials, sabres rattling cementing
bad relations blame the propagandist
bad formula blame the chemist
bad politics cost elections
bad people take lives
that are not theirs to erase, displace
or otherwise disgrace, I know we will
never know what has gone on,
but it really comes down to ONE,
all it takes is one to die,
and it - whatever the point is
is wrong,
all it takes is a million refugees,
not one in power will listen if we
say STOP please,
think of the creative talent who have died,
think of the number of times you have lied,
think of the geniuses unable to breath through their face,
oh wait, if you did think, in the first place,
you still would have done it anyway,
because that is who you are, makin' people wear sarin, eau de ... deathly
silence is a grave filled with the cries
of the innocents
chaos is a grave filled with violent
death with intent
lashing out first and with such force
is a grave filled with numbers of
the lost, who now are no more
the cost is too dear to bear
except with sadness, and mourning
but there is no time there is danger
and warring
while the world dithers uncertain,
close the blinds
draw the curtain,
cover your ears,
we are doing something
here, umm, there.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
and I never thought I could fathom
distance
distance is the space between your brain and heart that entraps all of your secrets webbed between
distance
distance is the gaping hole of your mouth when I first told you that I loved you
distance
distance is what rips our hearts to shredded material as they try to reach each other but they simply cannot
and I never thought I would fathom distance
distance is the air time that my tears have before they decide to land explosively on my pillow every night
distance enables the heart to yearn
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Her name sounds a lot like my prayers.
I know she can’t hear them,
But God pays attention to the things that make us happy.
When she looks into the sky to marvel at stars,
She has no idea that every star is staring back at her.
They shine brightly because she brings out the best in us.
Her smile has never solved any problems.
It makes every problem an opportunity.
Like how love can finally set you free.
If we were together, time would stop.
Father Time would fumble his watch faster than he dropped his jaw.
If we were together, the world would break.
Mother Nature would be explosively jealous of her beauty.
My heart was accustomed to living in pieces.
I don’t bother with doctors because they can’t cure soul-mate separation.
When she came along she didn’t try to change me.
Piece by piece, she put me back together.
She told me she feels empty when we aren’t talking.
As if my words are raindrops that make a difference in the ocean of her soul.
I commit all of her words to memory.
As if I could nail myself to every T, and be closer to making a memorable sacrifice.
If I spent my entire life try to deserve her,
I might save enough to glance at her smile.
In case I die tonight, I want you to be my last thought.
My last word deserves to be your name, whispered on
My last breath, only audible for God to hear.
Death might be waiting patiently for me.
There is nothing else I can imagine dying for
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Bottle caps, broken glass,
dried chewing gum from persons passed,
and you.
You-there.
Obliterated.
Condemned to die
by thoughtless giants:
passers-by with no alliance
to rain, nor sun,
nor earth or its creatures smaller than their thumb.
Your brothers lie about you
and cousins lie around;
awareness reaching only feeling--
feeling only reaching now
and unforgiving ground.
Scattered masses who dared
to run from home
to find the rain--
to feel the air
so moist it could
sustain a life--
just once. Just one time.
To dream that a child of the earth
could feel the light,
the freedom within thinner space
before, again, within the ground to be encased.
To play like children often do,
those wet-shoed, runny nosed few.
To thrive without surviving--
But this is the price you pay
to live so explosively before dying.
I wish that I could see
through your eyes the dream
that makes it worth it
to yield to fate in exchange
for a dance beneath the open sky.
Or do you know?
I'm sure you do.
I like to imagine I would,
if I were you
Do you realize your mistake?
Before the sun, your life will take?
And if, again you had the choice,
would you still emerge from earth's embrace for skys rejoice?
I'd like to think you would.
You.
Ceased-to-be, but still are;
near to home, and somehow far;
lost from earth but found by me,
crushed and trampled.
Immobile,
but free.
Here there lies bottle caps and broken glass,
dried chewing gum from persons passed:
Things I would not touch if asked,
and then you.
You-there.
Obliterated.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
*Rising in our morning
might we find a theme
an image which gathers
ragged edges of day..
Before engaging take pains
reject defective creations..
surrender to one theme
emerging from shadow..
Then to survey many
mosaic pieces fallen..
and find on the floor
theme patterns reflect..
Must know our theme
is well hidden
arrives in variations
through ambiguous day..
Then in our depths
in ecstasy we know
the theme we created
is our creator also..
Recapitulation at evening
a symphony complete..
we explosively repeat:
Now it is good...!*
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
I have never known love.
I have never been held by somebody who said
“We fit together”.
There has never been another
And that is fine.
I can’t live up to someone’s standards
And I can’t give more than I can take.
Of my heart to only one.
There isn't a part of me
That I can let ache
Because I need him by me.
I can’t give up drinking, and messing myself up,
Until I am tangled and bent.
It is my art, and it is an instinct
To remain convoluted and tormented.
It’s not a burden I can lay on someone without guilt.
Everyone is shallow to some extent,
And unless he is beautiful superficially,
I won’t be able to step out holding his hand.
Walk, head held high,
Telling the crowd that yes, he is mine
And I am his.
There are parts of me I love,
Slender ankles, fragile eyes,
But too many that I hate.
So it is impossible to believe someone
Who tells me that I am deadly
Beautiful,
Until those parts are blotted out, fixed.
I will continue to have to deal with anorexia and depression,
States that will always threaten to asphyxiate me
And I understand these are things that most people can’t understand.
This sort of continual struggle
Which I let creep beneath my thoughts
Every single ******* day.
Parts of me that are locked away,
Quietly pushed to the furthest corners
Under the bed
Shamefully.
There are dreams of coffee in the morning,
Cigarettes after ***
Fingers down my back,
And falling asleep on his lap.
But I am unsure of what to say, and how to act
So he won’t have feelings of being oppressed or worse
Unloved.
I swing between extremes,
And there is no in between.
I live explosively, and that’s not something
Easily accepted.
Terrified of all these rules and warnings
And reining back,
I would rather be alone.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
I am being born
again
and again
From above
Not from the will of men
And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my sister, my bride
I'll never have another Lover
I've always had infinite lovers
My awareness has contracted
In order to expand
explosively
Come and drink with me
Let us have our fill of love
Intoxicating
Our spirits touching one another
tenderly
and willingly
Let us open one another
To the vulnerability
That love requires
Throwing down our shields and weapons
to see the fruit of our desires
Oh, the pangs of this inexpressible love
Come away with me
Come away and drink with me
It is with my blood that I write these words to you
My blood is spirit
My very life
I will never lose a single one of you
Friends and lovers
We could never lose each other
Wandering alone through Maya
all along, the illusion drawing us together
This is our primal nature
Forsake the law
And repudiate morality
This is our very destiny
Let us be naked
Let us expose ourselves
Let us share ourselves freely
Let us connect completely
What is the law
if not only
the darkest magic
We have ever found ourselves enslaved to?
Hyper-rationality
Fed good and evil from the same tree
Enlightenment Apollo
Darkening our Dionysian revelry
But it was for a purpose
Transcending means including
But with equality
Why should Apollo rule Dionysius?
Why should Bacchus yield to the hammer of Hephaestus?
Can you see we've always been completely innocent?
Do you still imagine that Love includes any imperfection?
Can you see that we are One and only One?
And that the One is always absolutely perfect?
Oh, our folly
Of free will and control
Don't we know that we are each and every one
A multitude?
I am a community
I fulfill the law of my community's desire
And care for all of them tenderly
But I do not exert control
I am community
Come commune with me
We'll express the inexpressible
Playfully
In turn
We are each communities
Let our communities partake together
Of this Dionysian revelry
Making love from dusk till dawn
Then making love again
Let us leave the law and moral code
For other women, other men
Love under will
And fulfill
the law of
do what thou will
Only Love can thus possess you
But know that Love, this Chief of Daimons
Had possessed you before you ever thought of Her
Her name is
Being, Consiousness, and Bliss
Have I merely drunk too much?
No, I cannot ever have my fill
Let me dream of friends and lovers
Let me love under the Will
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC