Karijinbba Jul 27
My twin flame here I am
Do with me as you please
I surrender to you

Other women complain asking
you why do you love me more then them and you replied

"why do I not love any of you like her"? "If a blind woman and one who sees are together in darkness, they are the same.
Light comes, the one who sees will see light. The blind one
stays in darkness."

I am yours beloved I see your light my teacher my guru Sage twin flame my everything!

Caress me dance me oh sing me
Lay with me among the wild
flowered fields and bunny meadow prairy land
Spread you my wings I am
in full array near our nudist hill
My Adam your Eve
Or skip this previews
just take me now

Touch me taste me
Climb with me our Macchu-picchu mountain as do each time we touch
Many mountain we shall climb
I won't ever let you down
Reciprocate my lover
I am your true love

I've been waiting for your scripted promises of old for decades to manifest.
Help me bridge this old gap bridge the chasm with
a leap of faith
Help me come out of this world of unreality our old prenuptial script lets jump into life

Let me spill my heart to you
Spill yours and play some nice music no more sad songs
Its sunny and beautiful outside
What a wonderful world
Loving the outdoors
Loving you loving me

Lay me down under the sunny
blue sky by day, let the pine tree aromas after the heavy rains to heighten and sharpen our senses
the evenings long.
Lay me down
under the pomegranate trees with their sensual hanging fruits get me high feeding me your ripe fruits
I so hunger for you.
Embrace me gently or grab me
download yourself into my hybrid your inter galactic antivirus, lets wait untill dark falls for the stars to blanket us all nigh long I am your star seed
ENTER ME the mornings long.

You raise me up like mercury on a thermometer pumping me
Earthquaking me
Fireworks crackling us
Volcanic booms exploding
with each pump fly me higher and higher raise me up, and up

You are the perfect lover
Perfect husband amazing father
To this truth I surrender
Mate with me jump into Karijin's hole fly us to Australia
Protect me from the wild beast

Guide me make me into your own image God of love
King of hearts
here I am your Queen bee 2
glued together baby two
plus twenty more!

There isn't a tree a rose a
Hilton hotel a Travelodge
A Laundry's restaurant
a garden a mountain
Paris Egypt Australia Africa
Not any place on earth
Where I can't find you and me
You are omnipresent
It hurts so much missing you
like this, yet I thank God for this.

No body else has your mind
your spirit soul your manner
Your deeds your patience
The abyss in your eyes
Is my own abyss
You love like I do your smile
is my own

There isn't a Space Centet rocket
Not any Star System
That won't remind me of you
looking at me waiting
Longing praying
for me to understand
You were the only one who
truly loved me for me

Everywhere I look I see you
there thank you for this mysterious outworldly
remains it's what I chose for
myself inadvertedly.

Oh i could't live without you
"Death would have been more liberating" Oh I did die by amnesic shock in Veracruz
and I wished I was never born

I fell into the abyss and I died again when Nasus answered
The phone saying you two had a son! I believed her lie!
Its called jealousy is a very distructive emotion

Lover of  life! True love I was your thornbird nightingale you were my Lark, we now have sang our sad dying songs. I know you read my songs because they were also yours
Sigh... I missed so much......

LOVE OF MY LIFE
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Karijinbba_nick name
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Aplicable {1974 through 1995 up to 2006.}Yes all my poems my life near or far was "The true loving of the woman who loved you most in this whole wide world"... It wasn't just any wishfully thinking of you..... NO.  Just as Janehilonmay Motbers Day was the true loving of a man who loved me tbe most in this whole wide world so were this words on my post poetic host..now from my Diary As you have seen i kept all the thigs of you your live hidden so deep not even i could reach tgem fir such a long time who cod live in youri love with out you..
See. Me I grew taller thanks to you I am a Two thousand Oak tree Willow tree of Life yours... and the tree of good and evil.. Thank you for everything. As you can see I am your dream that did live and breaths in the face of reality.
E McNamara Jun 8
My lips are fresh berries
And my heart, a creamy peach.
When I speak,
My mouth drips mango juice,
Delectable and raw.
My mind is plentiful dragon fruit.
My eyes are green melon,
Bright and dewy.
My fingertips, fragile blackberries,
Tender and rich.
My lungs are tangy lemon slices.
To match my lemon soul-
Consuming crisp air.
My tongue, pleasant as pomegranate
Tart and joyful.
I am alive.
Can you smell the peaches?
ThoughT Jul 28
I'm all too used to the touch of your absence.  Your mother's wrath in that time can be a death sentence so tragic.  But when you come back, Demeter returns to her senses expressing light magic.   Life springs through the darkness, and flowers race to see who can reach the farthest.  Lovers emerge to nurture their gardens, and soak in sun to thaw out the hearts that hardened.  Birds sing songs highlighting your arrival.  Trees breathe easy seeing what their last set of leaves died for..
Yet when you retreat, mother again takes away her warmth.  The high-flyers no longer soar, and some paths feel too bitter to explore.  Bone-chill zones, a frozen reality stream.  I can't blame anyone for what's a part of me, as we fall into winter's annual dream.
Queen of the Underworld, I appreciate your harmony.  Thank you for teaching me to see the depths of my own duality.  Still, I can't help but wonder how existence would be had you not eaten those pomegranate seeds.  In the darkness of winter I want to curse Hades for his greedy need to leach on life through trickery.  Though to curse him I'd be cursing myself and ive had it with the blasphemy.  Besides I too know what it's like to rely on the dead as your only company.  I ride ebbs and flows of loss and hope, but I know your presence promotes healing.  So again I'll remain as the seasons change, taking layers and peeling.  I've found in light and dark we can succeed in setting our bound spirits free.  Communicator of both worlds, I want to Thank and honor you, Persephone~
Dominique Jul 25
I pop a pomegranate seed.
It bleeds,
Delicate fuchsia delight,
Citrus scented, warm, bright,
Full of nectar and promise
(now wasted)

I pop another one,
In a soft cove on my arm-
A slight dip between two veins -
And watch the blushing drop
Edge closer to my elbow. Stop.

A third time,
With the fury of fear
Tiptoeing listlessly in my mind,
Like raindrops on a rooftop.  
It is sweet, and vulgar,
A waste of time but an act of god
Nonetheless.

I crave the sound and texture of it,
So a fourth time comes around.
By now, the citrus is overpowering
But I keep going,
For the sake of purity,
For the sake of the shock of vibrance
On deathly pale skin.
  
When my arm is covered in juice,
I give up.
There's no sense in envying the wasted.

Scarlet sticks.

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