"luminated" poems
Its the way the light
Luminated from the moon
Bounces off the hills
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
I do not take ecstasy
for fear of reaching it.
My body, floating,
like a luminated piece.
A cloudless place,
without fear nor thought.
This is so dangerous,
especially for a space
like me.
Where my suffering is at constant.
It is all i know.
Please,
dont take it away.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Life: "There are days when we are open to beauty."
Some of them are not.
Life is a marvelous
Cat playing with
It's pray.
With us.
Praying.
For us?
Sometimes I love
To be taken
By it's sweet surprises.
Me thinks: "Taboos are there to remain intact!"
Tragically
Obedient
To the law
Of Attraction
We dance as infatuated
Dervishes dressed in trousers
Flowing forth. Toward each other's all pervading
Persistent exoplanets orbiting 'ur private passions: :
Knowing it' self, its potency
Penetrating our thoughts
Mighty male:
"Might
I
Satisfy You?"
I'm such
An obsolete
Amethyst, good for lucky charms and ready made domesticated potions.
Imploded desires rise and fall
Within the invisible canopy
Of our dreams and glances
Watch us!
They rise and fall
Magnetized
Elated Chalices
Rise and fall
Luminated
Fulfiled
Flawless
Unbreakable
Like legends
Love!!
Legends love to be loved
In silence
Of our hearts
Heard and ingrained
Deep within our souls.
In this modest mode I pretend to be
Bemused by little things tossing
And turning me around
Just to forget
your presence
And to remember
Your immortal spirit.
I yearn for you!
Surpressed passion is all I have;
And blue heaven arched upon
Spellbound portals. Sheer
Kan devour my hide in
Seek in the shade.
Moist
Of the first creative act
Blows the raven away
Along scented mahogany
At the modest shelter
Of our habitual insanity of
Sparks and stars
Bursting into
Flames. . .our
Suppressed desires. . .
Merging
~˘
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
she was the definition of not quite there
yet there all the same
she wore frills and colors when her mind was set
on success
she was unconventional beauty
effortlessly wandering
through his brainwaves and
to his heartstrings
she kissed and told
him she loved him
they filled eachother with promises kept
forever and never did they
harbour a secret in their hearts
which were torn each in a unique way
and each readily sought to mend the other
she shook when she was nervous
yet tremors hadnt bothered her
like so many times before
before he was there
before she felt his arms around her
before her heart skipped a beat
when she felt his soul touch hers
light eminated
life luminated
she gave herself to him
mind and body
readiness and wonder
limited exploration
with all greedy eyes and hands and lips
touch proved fatal to the innocence
a stare held more than three thousand words
spoken with fluidity
or meaning ever could
a stare into eyes like stars
like amethyst
like rainfall
a stare that stroked the heart
that stormed the brain
they who walked on planets hand in hand
never blinded by opression
or ignorance
arrogance or falsehood
but by love and love alone
he who would give her infinity
and she who would embrace it
clarity can be found in the most tenebrous abyss
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
i think i've always viewed beauty differently than most.
and when i first met you, i knew that you were my most beautiful find yet.
you luminated light with every step you took. and everyone that met you, even briefly, felt better because of it.
i found beauty in every strand of your hair and every syllable that rolled off your lips.
you're a rarity.
the light within you is so pure,
that when you're 100 and i'm 103 if i happen to pass you on the street i'll recognize you immedietly by the glow.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
The blood moon beckons a bitter hue
Rising above the frothy winter dew.
In the night- luminated a single room.
My only solace in the suppressive city gloom.
(Staring in the nocturnal vacuity:
A grey hazy mirror passing in my soul.)
Blades of silver steel
Puncture my mind, with
Seething desire I long to wield.
Withholding the bitter sorrow
I take the blade in hand,
To cleanse me from the ‘morrow.
Slitting of flesh ensue,
The ****** begins.
Skinning to the bone to make me anew.
From head to toe,
Cut to shreds.
No one will feel the pleasure I know.
Squirting from my anatomy.
The warm gush of fluid.
The spermatozoa-blood spewing over me.
For the final incision-
Off with my ****** “member.”
Pressure relieved.
****** achieved.
THE END…
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
Everybody say life is a series of moments
Be it good or bad
Your life is void without moments
So today let's talk about mine
It got both good and bad moments blended
When I look at the good ones I feel so delighted
When I look at the bad ones I feel so gratified
Because if the bad ones wouldn't have been there
This black shadow would have never been luminated
And white shadow would have never been born
So I am contented to have this life.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC