"hatha" poems - Hello Poetry

I have reached the end I am at last triumphant I am pedigree of pious desire and knowledge eternally sacred I have welcomed the pilgrims I have guided their yearning will To the celestial comforts of feathers’ yellows and sanctity’s whites Whites white as my waving robe and now my thin white gown In which I await my appointed time My tongue is wriggling Circling across my gums In sensuous reveling of my life’s most blessed and greatest times For I have laid eyes upon the glory of life’s highest gifts For I have laid hands upon the most succulent succubus fertile hips And I have supped of hymen’s glisten I swam in Bacchus’s wines I have recited doctrines of worship I worshipped saliva’s shine And I have observed communion I drank it with ***** dust I have read the hatha yoga **** as the first man forged And I have anointed blossoming ******* beneath the holy sigil Sputtering laughter Only trottel bows in truth and believes I dispense A cleansing and redeeming eternal salvation Have you no eyes to see my body’s common human shape? Do you think I’m fat from God’s great love? I cackle in the presence of such unwieldy weakness Although my bones are sagging More sagging is my wrinkled brain! My memories are mating and birthing strange chimerical forms They’re flooding and blending Into vivid dreamlike collage I see the faces of children I’ve taught Atop necks of ****** I’ve known The cheap locations of ****** have grafted with the echoing halls of cathedrals Bizarre lights of nightclub glow are dancing upon spiritual texts I hear an angelic litany Sung through a stripper’s lips I feel sheep’s wool In the tousled hair of my boyish youth I taste sweat in the bread of religion’s stoic privation My air is growing more ragged With every pitiful inhale I take I feel light although I still see my heavy gluttonous flesh My spirit is peeling away Beyond my body’s earth Arising high above from mortality’s curse I am ascending into the holy realm A realm with gates inviting Like opened lotioned legs I can see my own corpse Surrounded by genuine reverence They don’t even notice the shot glass Still clutched in my pasty fist

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC

youdont-needthis

The Holy Realm

I have reached the end I am at last triumphant I am pedigree of pious desire and knowledge eternally sacred I have welcomed the pilgrims I have guided their yearning will To the celestial comforts of feathers’ yellows and sanctity’s whites Whites white as my waving robe and now my thin white gown In which I await my appointed time My tongue is wriggling Circling across my gums In sensuous reveling of my life’s most blessed and greatest times For I have laid eyes upon the glory of life’s highest gifts For I have laid hands upon the most succulent succubus fertile hips And I have supped of hymen’s glisten I swam in Bacchus’s wines I have recited doctrines of worship I worshipped saliva’s shine And I have observed communion I drank it with ***** dust I have read the hatha yoga **** as the first man forged And I have anointed blossoming ******* beneath the holy sigil Sputtering laughter Only trottel bows in truth and believes I dispense A cleansing and redeeming eternal salvation Have you no eyes to see my body’s common human shape? Do you think I’m fat from God’s great love? I cackle in the presence of such unwieldy weakness Although my bones are sagging More sagging is my wrinkled brain! My memories are mating and birthing strange chimerical forms They’re flooding and blending Into vivid dreamlike collage I see the faces of children I’ve taught Atop necks of ****** I’ve known The cheap locations of ****** have grafted with the echoing halls of cathedrals Bizarre lights of nightclub glow are dancing upon spiritual texts I hear an angelic litany Sung through a stripper’s lips I feel sheep’s wool In the tousled hair of my boyish youth I taste sweat in the bread of religion’s stoic privation My air is growing more ragged With every pitiful inhale I take I feel light although I still see my heavy gluttonous flesh My spirit is peeling away Beyond my body’s earth Arising high above from mortality’s curse I am ascending into the holy realm A realm with gates inviting Like opened lotioned legs I can see my own corpse Surrounded by genuine reverence They don’t even notice the shot glass Still clutched in my pasty fist

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My breath, pottery in flux The universe, a crystal of any type "Shavasana." And I begin to weep, as the freshly loosened layers of stress begin to fall. "What is consciousness?" Entheogens will produce revelatory illusions, While the Buddhists allay that suffering must be endured. I'm losing my **** completely anymore. I mask it by keeping a regular schedule and attending to the wishes of my family, my friends; my hair, my house, my pets. But my not-boyfriend(s) know. My yoga teachers know. This bladder infection knows. "God is watching me": A harsh gust lifts my checkered picnic blanket and scatters my beautiful meal into the grass that is filled with systematic degradation, unrealized potential and scattered daydreams. What Will We Do With Ourselves?

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC

georgia-owen

Hatha

My breath, pottery in flux The universe, a crystal of any type "Shavasana." And I begin to weep, as the freshly loosened layers of stress begin to fall. "What is consciousness?" Entheogens will produce revelatory illusions, While the Buddhists allay that suffering must be endured. I'm losing my **** completely anymore. I mask it by keeping a regular schedule and attending to the wishes of my family, my friends; my hair, my house, my pets. But my not-boyfriend(s) know. My yoga teachers know. This bladder infection knows. "God is watching me": A harsh gust lifts my checkered picnic blanket and scatters my beautiful meal into the grass that is filled with systematic degradation, unrealized potential and scattered daydreams. What Will We Do With Ourselves?

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in stillness such bliss movement takes me higher asanas and breath combined open up a path straight to the heart of the divine away from the thinking mind to the light how sweet it is such bliss in stillness

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC

happycoollove

hatha

in stillness such bliss movement takes me higher asanas and breath combined open up a path straight to the heart of the divine away from the thinking mind to the light how sweet it is such bliss in stillness

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