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Onoma Apr 2019
the soles of the

feet crackle--

the top of the head

discharges ecstasies.

as trees begin to make new

sounds when the wind

blows through them.

being met with tiny green

mudras.
DAVID Oct 2018
La ferocidad de un coito,
Y ese fuego apagado en tu
****** de leona, te une y
te completa,

y la luz de tus ojos, y el
Brillo intenso que mana
De tu alma, me conecta
A ti

A tu deseo, a tu alma
Brillante y adorada.
  

Eres el fuego y el agua,
Bajo mis dedos, ardes
y apagas el fuego, y tu
Pliegue erogeno se expande
Para mi

Lleva mi nombre,
Como tatuado por tu
Alma, como si tu corazon
Lo hubiera impreso,

Y brillas completa y amada,
Bajo mis garras de Leon,
ese Leon que es tuyo,
Y adorada te ves en mis
Garras

Completa y amada, y
tus ríos se abren para
Mi, y yo bebo de ellos,
Como si fueras el agua mas
Pura

Y en tus ojos, esa luz que te
Pertenece como mi espada
Samurai,  y el espacio que
las diabla dejaron en mi pecho

Y el vapor que sale de nuestros
Cuerpos al unirnos, es el
Resultado de tu **** hermoso y
Adorado, que oh MUDRAS HERMOSAS

y adoradas sellan mi energía,
Y nos comunica con el padre, y
Somos uno, y te amo bajo su
Energía, conectados a EL.

y bajo sus ojos y en su
Energía, te llenas de luz,
Y asciendiendo vas llegando a
ese hermoso despertar,

y tu pliegue erogeno, es
besado y adorado, y cuando
entro con fuerza, siento que
llego a casa, y que me perteneces

Y tu piel blanca de alabastro
Lleva mi nombre, un nombre
que es tuyo.
TS Garrett Feb 2017
I caught the kiss of the weekend

throwing my paper plane

into April’s surreal refuge

philosophizing from a tattered

hammock stitched of rainbow

legs let sway pendent

toes feather touch dusting

lapping as brush strokes

tickling blades of tender Fescue

where unruly plants

begin to heave

haloed vines at the Sun

tongue jutting from pucker

sprouting at lip’s edge

swift nimble fingers cavorting

under cumulonimbus explosions

origami romance slouched

geometric in the backyard

letting the symmetry of the mind

crease the leisure of the day

into colored paper

all of those delicate planes

all of my tiny moods

each an intelligence

spanning the spectrum

fashioned the moth to the flame

then unfurled came the Buzz

The Sprinter, The Stable

a Sea Glider in eight folds

the Hunting Flight of epic distance

then acrobatics of the Royal Wing

psychedelic parchment for The UFO

100% bond paper persisted

for the Eagle Eye and White Dove

enraptured in the moment

my mind came to insight

before the wind up and the pitch

before she can split the winds

I must know the sinews intimately

before she may bathe her

formation in the sky

spread wings and dance the distance

I must delve to atomic intricacies

search further like an arrow

to the soul of her dynamic

watch her parallels unfold

between Earth-measured aspects

and the indispensable

prism of her goddess shape

my hands began to weave

stories in foreign tongues

melodies I’ve never had the voice to sing

knuckles Mamboing sign language

in rhythms the Universe has yet to show

the dusk horizon eclipsed

by stars and a paper wish

blessed trajectory

through the tussled hush

that hugs the wilted pergola

a well-folded fantasy

hung up where the faded pinwheel

spins it’s humming silver

the season’s scents

standing in a prayer circle

amid ice cubes slumping

collapsing in mason jars

ales foaming in pint glasses

hugging the shifting night air

melting and mending with the metaphor

of God and the cacophony of frogs

these days finessed from fingertips

that lock hands with shapes

built by children

hideaways kissed with dreamers lips

folded secret love notes

tucked between privacy fences

there were said prayers

upon those movements

upon my lawn

unfolded suburban satori

hands bent to mudras

giving imagination’s cursive voice

and it went outward that day as such

a breath, a meditation, a spiritual gesture
The philosophers's ****** reading brief facts about the philosophers stone

Optional optimal before eyeing the optometrist 

A visual learner molded a adolescent mute

Can't be too well off like the conspiracy of college 

Vicious violent vows of the silent

Prevent negativity using Mudras signals

Breaking every law resembling the commandments 

Mandatory reading for mental calmness

Savior behavior when we are the creators

They can not keep track of our strawman so please fill out a virtual postman

Hyperventilating through hypnosis snap out of it like a toaster

A regular tale is not my version of hell

My first name is Michael from Hebrew origins

Far from poetry more like emotions technical difficulties

Actions are profitable when words are free to acknowledge
Onoma Jul 2020
Mahakali

waves her ten

arms wildly over

consciousness to

restore it.

brandishing the

weaponry of mudras.

realizing in fits why

he who she attempts to

restore sleeps so soundly.

— The End —