"plasm" poems
Prolog:
Foreplay opens with an aphrodisiac dubbed the mind
caressing private chambers with passion, over time
words stimulating nerve-endings for the ideal tease
like the skin dripping of honey from the nectar of bees
exploiting the fragrances of scented oils and balms
or maybe vib’ing lyrics inducing a seductive calm
compelling forces bombard the intellectual’s sanity
as the proximity of the blackhole distorts humanity
Love’s Play:
Costars entwine heated bodies for love’s embrace
as moments become endless as vectors of subspace
sporadic movements take the form of blissful spasms
while the players combine to mold a single plasm
ringing chimes fulfill the awareness with sensations
too diverse to classify for logical deliberations
yet finally, the mountaintop of cliffs can be reached
where there is no retreat and no return from its breach
Epilog:
Aftermath closes basking from the physical exertion
as two kindred spirits epitomize timeless insertion
gazing deeply into the abyss of the partner’s soul
only to find comfort and compassion ruling the role
can this be the earthly heaven that one truly beholds
written in the historic words as the heavens foretold
feelings ignite once again burning deeply within
opening yet another intriguing act, one must attend.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
Thanks to the god that left her
The beast within
Bound here to the altar standing
Peace within
The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness
Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite
Arms raised like holders of torches extended
She is calm now, has the moon light upon her
Let us begin
I call her Selene. I call her Luna
Lips touch her chin
I see her haloed in symmetry perfect
Lash touch her skin
I see her robes whipping quickly all from her
I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge
I feel her pull now with famished excitement
Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am
Eater of sin
Holy is the energy, Holy the night
The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite
Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce
From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice
Here in the hell we have set her
Secrets unsealed
Rage of our bodies have met her
She is revealed
Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm
Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm
Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm
The heart of the beast is the heart of ******
What was within
Released again
I am eater of sin
Eater of sin.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
In the silence I fool myself
hearing a call from space.
Laying in pools of dark
shadows, I pray for
another awakening.
--
With hard dirt beneath me,
I find myself sleeping.
---
Plasmatic ribbons of scarlet
raining soft around my body
as I lay hear in the circle of
this warm and dim light.
I can feel the weight lifting,
Oh, my body is ascending.
This is the beginning of
a long awaited night,
---
The words you speak come slowly.
You whisper how you wish to know me
in the quietest ways:
body and mind
I feel as though I've missed you
in the deepest parts of me
my whole life.
Will you take me with you?
Take me back to your home.
From up here where I've come from
seems so dark and cold.
If you leave me behind,
I won't make it on my own.
I cannot return.
I can't stand to be alone.
---
The scene you set permits
the acquittal of my submission.
Myself: flawed, and sight: fogged,
in overwhelming passion for...
...you...
...tap into me as I'd tap a tree
to leak the sap. The steady
bleeding comes in rich amber beads.
Liquid metal in my veins
serve as a token for your mission.
The time it takes to drain me
tapers in a mysterious fashion.
---
All I've been and all I'll be
was left with you when you left me.
I'm grounded with the weight on top of me.
---
In the quiet, I'm woken by
the snap of a twig.
Eyelids part, only the
canopy above me.
A sea of forest green
illuminated by stars.
I know where I am,
but not where you are.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
destiny has betrayed my hopes
im not sure to let things go
or to hold them tightly
is it always my fate to feel lonely?
i seek no guidance in whats meant to be
i listen to new beginnings knowing struggle is upon my next footsteps
the plasm of existence is on my shoulders
the creation of walking through rocky roads,
is the struggle to see the light
when i come home promise me
supper will be on the table, and unspoken prayers are shouted to the hands of God and seen in mysterious ways along the way
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
On Ethiopian Good Friday
A rainbow on Ethiopia's sky
Its flag hovered high
Why?
Doubt have not I
As told to Noah
It is God's sign of mercy
"Gramercy! "
We owe the Omnipresent
Gramercy.
Come what may
(Corona or a lockdown)
Round the clock
God the Almighty
Is Ethiopia's prayer
And its orthodox
Faithful's talk. (plasm 68, 31)
Press ahead
We need
Our talk to walk
Praising and praying
In every abode
True
"Ethiopia raises its hands
To God! "
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
There was the dream
where you followed me through a plasm pinhole into a cardboard cabin on a crude wooden stage
Zzzzzz
I was there on all fours looking for a corner
on the fitted sheet, because there was a bed
I had to make it.
And you had the intention of playing the
harp in the corner and impregnating me
with the newest invasive species in town.
ZZZZZZ
I let it happen and there's a crowd gathering
because you were
massive like the sky in flames, spitting
gasoline at my eyes and their eyes and
I saw through to the end, saw the tentacles
and the last wheel and the corner bend
disappear (zz)
upon waking.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
The quiet whispers taunt me.
In the night beneath the umbral waves
The humble haze still haunts me.
Through daunting ways these gauntly wraiths
Yet flaunt the ways they wont me
To nightly pangs of hunger,
Reins, and tormenting unending.
Belike the blaze of spectral flames
Will burn my soul as kindling
Til naught remains but rotted frames;
To this my will is dwindling.
The ghastly echoes call me.
From my slumber come the rumbling of
A hunger that befalls me.
Amidst the stomach grumbling come the
Numbing screams, appalling
Dreams, they seem to plead with me,
Indeed, beseech me, drawling
In tongues unknown to me. Their bleat
Is strangely so familiar.
But one would tone above the rest
That said: "Behold! A killer!"
Aloud phantasms sing
Their eerie verses full of curses.
Terse, yet maddening.
Severe at first, yes, but the worst,
Perverse, the last conceived
Verse that's heard as they rehearse
Coerce a lasting bleed
From eyes and ears and nose. Behold
Those bursts of plasm brings
The fiends that thirst as they traverse
Headfirst through fathomed greed.
My bonds begin to break.
As all these raunchy melodies
Beset me, here I shake.
Conniptions, fits, and predilection
Of sadistic traits.
No longer can they be restrained,
The bloodlust must be slaked.
Among the graves of wanton slaves
Where staunch stench radiates
I wake to see nightmarish scenes
So garishly ornate.
Hailed by an astral choir.
Their incantations of damnation
Hasten my desire
To sever, **** obliterate,
And purge through blood and fire
The filth, the waste, that permeates
This place that earns my ire.
A desecrated wretch, her fated
Death be made entire.
Raze her face with razor blades,
Exsaguinate the liar.
The blood moon's macabre glow
Bids me to forbidden deeds
And beckons me below.
A severed head and crimson red
Flora form a show
With shredded flesh. Lecherousness
This foetid mess invokes.
I taste the blood...Oh, what a rush!
By lust I feel possessed!
The litanies have conjured me
To binge on blood and death.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
From going out
I have to refrain
Terrified by the passing by
Corona thunder and
Pandemic rain,
Oddly defying science,
A chimera,
Looming large
Again and again.
I have begun
To pine
For old me
Freely out to
The neighborhood
And street
Somebody to meet
Somebody to greet.
After Covid-19's
Shock treatment,
My reservation
I admit
In being picky
When choosing people
I used to meet.
"Love your friend
As yourself
As God said
It has dawned on me
In humanity's treasure trove
Should come peoples' love
Of course all things atop
Must be placed
In-God-vested hope.(Mark 12: 30-31)
My behavior spiraling
Out of control
A feeble and complacent
Human being
I stretched my imagination
As if God
Has secondary or no role.
As such,
Earthly pursuit
Was my goal.
Now, as King David said, (plasm 122:1)
I reflect
Going to church,
Uplifting soul, allows
With God keeping
In touch.
It has also sank in
Brushing shoulders
With collogues
Was enthusing
Aloof, on my chair
Before I perch,
At times to do
Reading research.
I realized the money
I used to stash away
To make hay,
While others were starving
And when I could become
People hungry
Had no meaning.
I want to see
The broadmass
No more afraid
Out, on their table
To put bread!
I pined my liberty of
To and fro
Breathing oxygen free
Before the
Corona lockdown decree.
I want to project
My true face
Forced not on
My lovely face
A mask to place.
With a square shoulder
I want to walk
No more ringing
In my ear
The pandemic talk.
I want to rove the land
And fly on the sky
To feast my eyes
On touristic spots
Or goods to buy,
May God allow me
Such things again
Before I die!
I also pine to see
The day
Undertakers are
No longer in a hurry
Fellow citizens
To bury.
I pray for
God's Mercy
Gramercy!
But now
Keeping social distance
Washings hands with soap
Putting on face mask
And sanitizing is
What I advance.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC