"tantra" poems
they danced in a dream
of bending shadows
face down
begging ***
all hungry back door paradise
ankles strapped on a foot worn floor
paint faced in whorey nights
with pin needle eyes
beded
blood crimson neon's
cut curtains
like kissing claws
so their bodies wouldn't forget
dark pleasures lightening
and biting tantra tantrums
they swallowed mad ***** blossoms of hell candy
breathing the others inhalations
foot sniffing ballet arch
in fastened Japanese melting red slippers
gazing upwards rectums prayer
solar eyed insurrection
finger by finger
clutching wrists like the grave
for bloods salty cove
an injured landscape
a dire pink desert
like bogs hold bones
a rave for a slave
covered in yellow ocher rubber sheets
soft on the feet
x rated amputee costume
made of blood and spit
look mommy no arms
a bellied tattoo
of hennaed homunculi
burning Candomblé Jejé, skull
black eyed beauty hissing
while accordion throated
rip tie tighten
another notch please
a dizzy *******
down silver fluted gullet
in a steamed up bath house
party of blotted sockets
*** kitten
kissed dead girls thighs
tremulous and stretched
a shimmering serum
like wide tubular channels
as pontoon edges slit
through midnight howls for velvet skinned girl
who thrills
her head a veiled Jehovah
saliva wagging tongue ****
a stuttering ****** dance
a hula hot momma in rubble
slapping hot lipped kisses
over starved darkness
along telegraphs avenue
melting eyes like butter
a globed pudding spill
******* drool drops of gold
and black river gladiators
slaughter lies
with every long stroke
between cascading squeals
paraphilias mausoleum
like tumbling eels
a scapegoat pulp fiction
chiseled in cement
******* rips
drip drip drip
babbling **** bubbles
**** spasms ooze like a hot glue gun
fire spats soil cherry clover
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
I was threatened
With tantric ****
Online
I refuse to be a statistic
I want to be a survivor
I refuse to be a survivor
I need to thrive
Through this
I found
Why I am on this planet
To stop this
From happening
To someone else
Not enlightenment
I know
The sad fact
That I am
Still a statistic.
But I am much more
Than that.
I am a human.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
IF you are not a tantric how could you know tantric have secrets?
How did you know Freemasons in the lodge hidden away
have secrets too?
This is tantrism
We know tantra means loom weaving, but what is woven together?
Like the right and left hands grasping…is that where true prayer happens?
*opposites magnetic
union pragmatic
cosmic dramatic*
*dharmma and a-dharmma ,
duty and rule breaking
Sage or Demon, *
the tantric sees the fullness of the tapestry
before it is woven
Fire, Earth, Water, and Wind…
The breeze blows and There I am
Masculine power seems to require hierarchy
to pass on the sounds of the absurd
So if you hear their's in secret
and bring to bear its use
you may will fail…
but
if an enlightened woman, warm with shakti glowing gives it to you
hold on
for it is yours
This keeps the inside safe from the outside.
Keeping harm from the uninitiated.
How many secrets do you really know?
the 108 sanguine rose beads keep track
like divine fingers across an abacus
tracing the age of the cosmos
Would be immortals know of 5 dangerous things that could swallow you
What do you know of the imbibement of
meat-fish-wine
Next
Was it secret gestures or parched grain???
Symbols set to confuse the rest
the secret remains the same
Forbidden in kind
the ****** relates to the mind
being undone, Mold Antipode to the Classic Culture
the mortal and immortal
human and divine
are secrets Immortal?
Like Ouroboros the Consumption may consume you…or free you.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
*It is the Sabbath, and I am pleased to fulfill this high mitzvah and lead you to Paradise. It is the Sabbath and Shekinah Queen floating over you waiting to take you. It is the Sabbath and your beautiful ******* distil in my mouth honey of your secrets.
Tent of all Mysteries is your magnificent body. Your skin is my scroll and your follicles as the letters that God wrote on your magnificente skin and your belly adorned with my kisses. Hieroglyphs are your tattoos, sphinxes puzzles, the codices of the angelic scribe, the Angel of the Face, keeper of all secrets.
Destil out the liquor of your illuminated Vergel and feeds my world, like dew dripping morning. It is the Shabbat and your river flows now from your Eden to water my spirit. I hijacks thoughts your perfume. It incense aroma of your garden.
It's the Shabbat and already prophesies thy mouth the voices of Celestial Academy, whispering in my ear your high pleasures at the apex of your ****** revealing your messiah, your hidden light, creator of all my miracles.
It is the Sabbath and your Tantra connects the earth and the heavens, as a mystic linhame fabric with your esoteric moans. It's the Shabbat and you are the my highest mitzvah, the most sacred precept.*
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Communication technology recognition
Reformation in monopoly contortions
Feel the attuned tunes from satellites
Setting light like an antenna televised
Usher prolific hologram vised in vision
Bid manipulation bye to new world neon’s
Motivation from free thought movement
Commendations cemented in another time-zone
Complement to comment for extra terrestrials
Electrical vibrations moving from wired modems
Floating up above the skies, a heaven end
All life become a past tense lie, come lie
A dead fantasy for the oars ain’t tacky
The most surreal reality, the stability, an ability
Congeniality, this is an alien evasion, adaptability
Figure a boxer on the ring, trenching victory
An agility the accessibility to the victorious flag
Tracing admissible tunes, planking in a cool challenge
The heroic and not hectic hologram check the angiogram
Its not a diagram, but a radiant heart an earthy soul
Am a do anything, buffing myself to do anything
Ain’t a deal rocking the crowd in crazy clouds
Breaking the underground like a Fujita F Scale tornado
Ronaldo tormenting the ball in a field with F clef societal
Social control and orders, tormenting the ****** to extraordinaire, an extradite
Streaming live make you believe like you can live for real
Stratifications, ****** classes and sewn mobility
Chasing dreams in the winds deeply wheeled in a well
Be well as we sink so deep to seek and hold the dense
The essence of the whirlwind, it’s a seep through static
This rollercoaster an aspiration to inspire then perspire
Ever higher, from the root to crown charkra, a tantra
Annata,the ascending holographic magnetic hero
Tuning visions to dreamers and travellers
Hold my hand as we sink underneath the stratums
No sputum, just headphones.... a culture, it’s the new age soul
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
with the lust
of a 14 year old ***** boy
playing hooky
eyes blink orbs
riding the bumpy
**** grind yields
a mental representation
*her ***
a Coney Island ride
reciprocity of tongue and groove
a big dipper
and a hot dog
in a bun eating contest
i eye the shape of her legs
brahmana of form
**** cake butter scallops
with a prune skin ****
***** dark little sister
going along for the ride
with hidden talents
*om shakti om
holy donut with a zit*
rubbing myself
a peripatetic command
like I had the junkies itch
in a bearded clam sea
of black nail claws
like musical notes
that tear flesh
hegemony of *** art
*make me bleed *****
Tangula The Exotic Shake Dancer
moves infallible hips
and dancing hands like octopi
tickling bloated *****
ta-ting go the finger cymbals
smiling she called pip squeak
colossus of her dreams
flick tongues the meringue
licking the
shimmering tantra pistol
finger up the **** hole
brings a prostate exclamation point
and a throat gag lyric
for a wagon train
of wrap around lips
zooming spit and spray
wet like scungelli
her *******
like cloud cookies
****** my mouth
gasper boy
chokes on
a marshmallow fire
i kiss her feet
and work my way up
the slippery slope
a starved dog
…
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
I want to make LOVE!
Become a perfect storm
Thunder clapping wet chaos till the morn
Precipitation of lust passion born
Lightning pulse vibrates without warn
Tornado tongues twisting bodies toss and turn
Wildfire from friction inhibitions burn
Burrow inside writhe and squirm
Souls connect no longer have to yearn
Lay we can play on a bed of clouds
Chaos creates rhythm feel me plow
Stroke caress the kitty make it meow
Mercilessly pound give an ******** pow
**** downpour of torrential rain
Contorting Tantra yoga poses feeling no strain
Connect chu chu steady like a train
Flooded with ecstasy as our bodies lay drained.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
It is a general saying that What You Seek is Seeking You. If it is so , then why the sought for (i.e. God ) is not meeting the seeker or seeker is discovering the sought for (i.e. God). It is very easy to say that God is looking and searching for us. If it is so, then why we deviate from our path. Why we are attracted to the lust, money or other worldly material. If God is searching us, then certainly he has to guide us in tracing him. But the reality is just opposite. If tread the path of God, people will laugh at you. If you are working in any office, it is very easy to talk about politics, movies, girls, foods, clothes etc. It is very difficult to find a companion with whom you can speak about God. It looks as if God has created all these hindrances so that it is not convenient to seek him.
You seek about movie and you find movie theater. You look for clothes, you find the multiples mall easily. But what about God. Go and ask questions to so called Spiritual Leaders, Spiritual Guru and ask for their experience regarding proof of god, and you do not find definite answered.
I have met various so called spiritual leaders, spiritual Gurus and asked about their spiritual experience about the God. But I receive only hesitating answer, that too also in Negative. I do not want to name such leaders.
I have also read many books like GOD SPEAKS by MEHER BABA, LAW OF SPIRIT WORLD by KHORSHID BHAWNAGRI, AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF YOGI by Yogananda Paramhansa, Gospel of Shri Ramakrishna. But the end result is confusion. Each book gives different account of God. If God is seeking us then why the same is confusing us by providing so diverse ways of following him. Ramakrishna says money and women has to be avoided on the path of God. While Osho and Modern Gurus says just contrary. In fact in word of Osho, without treading the path of *** , it is difficult to follow the path of God for modern man.
For Vedanta, the seeking has to follow the ascetic path. The path the self restraint. While the path of tantra (the Left Marg) to utilize women and wine for attaining the Samadhi. It is Just incomprehensible to believe that just two contradictory path lead to realization of same God.
When you look to go nearer to a particular cities or places , then on the way you start meeting land marks, evidencing that the path, you are following , is going to lead you to your destination. In fact on the ways, you find many stones, indicating the distance which is yet to be covered in reaching the destination. But in case of God, things are just contradictory. The more people you approaches to seek advise regarding the God, the more disappointment comes to you. The more book you read to tread the path of God, the more confusion you creates for yourself. The more you discuss the topic of people around, the more alone you become. The more you tread the path of truth, the difficult your life become.
Then how it can be said that WHAT YOU SEEK, IS SEEKING YOU?????
In fact , truth is that What we seek, creates hindrance in being sought for.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Mesmerize This~
Tantra~sition of Life
moves way beyond ***********
of your mind into another~
must merge gracefully, mixed~
engorged gorgeously~
~Please~
Please Me.
You must trust~
The Solution.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
See the moon in all its glory
Underneath unfolds this story
Milky thighs mane of red
Aroused only word needs to be said
See the wise in devilish eyes
Touch me..feel this demon rise
Tasting lips twisting tongues
Between your legs a river runs
Nature brings out the beast
Adventure when our bodies feast
Tribal drum creates the beat
Sacred ancient ritual complete
Hold my hand enter my mind
Energy increases as we climb
What we become can't be defined
I am yours you are mine...
Unconditional union within an illusion
In each others presence we are the solution
Spells unleashed motion is magic
Collide connect chemistry ********
Transmit love vibes from the static
Tantra poses muscles spastic
More than a dream is our scene
Share with you my primal scream
Words I write to make you swoon
Waxing..Waning like the moon
In your presence hear me croon
From my heart this melodic tune...
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
Happy Tantra Diwash
सभ्यता र विकासको सदकमा आज
विस्मृतिका गाडीहरू हुकिएका देख्छु
सपनामा देखाईएका सुन्दर बगैँचा आज
कालो धुंवाले घेरिएको पाउछु
ठल्ठुला श्वरमा जोड जोडले चिच्याइएका
टोल टोल वस्ति वस्तिमा गुन्जाइएका
कहिले लोकतन्त्र कहिले प्रजातन्त्र
कहिले जनतन्त्र कहिले गणतन्त्र
नामका अमृत वचनहरू आज सम्झिन्छु
सम्झनाको हरेक प्रहारसगं आत्तिन्छु
आत्तिन्छु म सोच्दै "के मैलेभाषाको अर्थ नबुझेकै हुँ त?"
"कुनै तिर्सनामा मैले गलत व्याख्या पो गरेको छुँ त?"
यदि हैन भने
किन स्वतन्त्रताको जन्जालमा अल्झिएको पाउछु?
किन सुक्दै छन् तिर्खाहरु
किन डबिन्दैछन् पाइलाहरु
किन म आफै देखि भाग्न बाध्य छु?
किन यति धेरै प्रश्ण छन् वरिपरि?
तन्त्रै तन्त्रको मन्त्र उच्चारहणले गुन्जायमान
भड्रगोल भई फात्तिएको छ किन यो सडक
यदि हो भने
धिक्कार छ सबलाई
यत्र तत्र छरिएका सपनाहरु
अझै तन्त्रैतन्त्रमा रुमलिएका आशाहरु
मलाई अनि तिमीलाई जसले तन्त्रहरु
कैयौँ जन्माए
तर मृत जन्माए।
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
I heard the choir sing in the cathedral,
I watched the black busker smoke in the rain.
The words she writes are calm and cerebral,
her keyboard maps out our commonplace pain.
You can listen to the flutes in the leaves,
the percussive crack of ice in your drink.
I listen as your heart sounds a mantra,
persisting to live even as it grieves.
We can balance upon the ocean's brink,
a mineral spray, our unspoken Tantra.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
dear universe,
please give me a new lover for christmas
one with eyes that shine with longevity
a smile that tempts the angels from heaven
abs to defy my steely resolve
and a heart made to eventually be broken
I wish me love in lottery jackpot proportions
above and beyond all possible expectations
like two years in india learning tantra
under road trip wheels and fire brands
yes, give me fire on sticks and chains
I need the rugged ********* to my sadist
with versatility for control sometimes
variety being the spice of life
twist his ivory grin into moans for me
send me to his secret pleasure
I know that everything is possible
that today I can be unexpectedly in his dreams
a face he recognizes in his soul
searching but not knowing that he is
unaware of this silver thread
let him find me hidden in plain sight
right next to the thing he forgot
in the place he now remembers
what he needed but didn't know until now
let me be that fulfillment
I want him for my advent
a sweet treat every day until the ******
where the gift we give each other is our presence
and then we give over and over again
this mission without need of mistletoe to begin
so I will send out this supplication of longing
for touch and kiss and ecstacy of flesh
I will focus desire into manefestation
breathed into reality with incense and sage
until his fingertips find my cheek
and we are joined
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:09 PM UTC
i simply exercised my vocabulary in tantra-yoga... you mistook poetry for its expression of freedom curtailed... and while i did my tantra-yoga bending and pointing at unseen geometries... you simply ran a 100 metre sprint, elongating the hyphen into a boa eating itself with avarice the pepper & salt.
0i preferred the haggis / czarna kiszka
than my retrospective -
i'm doing mine early, for reasons not
necessarily true, or for that matter worthwhile...
but nonetheless assuring -
had i too the gift for painting,
and the nerve to keep a young girl captive
i'd too succumb to fathom a Grimm's tale...
live the secluded live, secluded to the point
of incubation - i'd lived it like an
Arctic explorer, by the fireplace
talking drunk tales of escaping polar bear
hunts - within a pentagram of limbs intact,
greasy Glasgow my farthest stone throw of heart...
furthest the Føroyar Øer - if only i kept my heart
as stern of the body to mind as the atom of ego
in my mind to be lost among the carousel
of weathered abstracts known
as the four winds and the thrice winding clockwork -
what abstractions to bear
from now on? a memorial service?
only in poseur marginalising tomorrow as only
a change of attire for today; so too the
semi-clad conservatives of supposed workmanship
English? takes two to a woad; whatever Argentinian
*** did to you in tango... takes two to a woad!
but there's you apish and impish entwined for
coerced blue of some other Newtonian prefect
of argument, when the painting screams far from
Norway the distinction between azure and
aquamarine is very far between
suggestion of marriage... i've ate my liver as if it were
a heart by drinking salute! to a marble stone all hopes
to have my life back! i mistook my liver for a heart!
i did that! you mistook more than i care to remember
having been forced a forgetting...
those 3 years in Edinburgh meant nothing... nothing!
spend them in South America, in Antarctica!
i will not swallow another breath with a vowel coupled
to a consonant.... until the remnants of me
believe the words: Europe united, only when Scotland
is free.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Feeling your touch distantly,
calling out your name in whispers unsaid.
Playing hard to get isn't fun
if your not playing too,
simply - your
hard to hold on to,
I've already tried catching you.
Dancing, moving, flowing,
like a ribbon in the sky....
broken free from loose strands......
caught the smiles,
the shy looks, the hand holding.
So long Oh so so so very long now
I've knew & known those strong hands
holding me.
we've configured our bodies,
embraced- the soft silky smooth texture of skin,
golden perfectly formed muscles ,
holding me tight up against your chiseled chest
as we merge- twist swing push pull spin
again again again & again.
spinning round around round & around
songs mingled melodies spark causing us to get closer,
closer closer & even closer...
I'm trapped luxuriously- your mmm unreal
intoxication- like webs of stars
caught on my dream catcher.
hips pressed close legs mingle
as we twist this and that way.
hand on the swell of my backside,
Squeeze turn pause- dipping low lower,
dip me again - magnetize my alluring persona.
Alleviate this unknown aridity that leaves
me dry mouthed
longing for your touch once more.
Songs ending it's last call
Butterfly's catch in the pit of my stomach,
after seeing you with her
seeing you shyly smile up
at her while you forget.
the touch of our hands,
the smell of our scent & sweat mingled as one
like lover for the very first time
the floor was our bed
our playground until the music
drifted
softly slowly away & she came into
focus....
stepping back i look from you to her
holding my breath when you truned my way,
You bowed over my hand kissed it lovingly.
Causing longing, craving & hot flashes
for hours until now- mingled with sweaty palms
as you walk past me back to her side.
am i playing the wrong game?
Every weekend with you it's almost the same.
You find me- stalk me until i relentlessly give in,
dancing, swaying,
bodies so close causing us to forget ,
forget it all.......
Dance floor becoming our bedroom,
so many times so many hours
swaying- flowing bodies intertwined,
meshed together again & again.
spinning around & round.
With me me me & you oh you you you
your dipping me .
your hands always mmm always on
my lower back,
music loudly sweetly drumming
like our heart beats
becoming our Tantra Taboo(s).....
she smiles at me then looks up- smiling
gleefully in your eyes
as you both walk out the dance hall....
**** I shouldn't of expected a **** thang-
Oh well that's what happens more often than not- to me
on a
Friday Night(s)
Always Me Ayeshah
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC
oh my darling
not a brain in your head
but your not silly
you care nothing of politics
you have no morals
no more then a finger or a toe anyway
every 30 days
you weep and gush
tears of blood
a sacrificial purge
for a missed opportunity
and i love that you don't give a dam
smudged ditz
blood jam lips
cant sing a note
or utter a sentence
yet a mind of her own
a *********
carnival of spice
oh yes butter cup
creative impulse no matter the sacrifice
a christ in *******
blood glitter paradise
im
always in search of you
pert yoni goddess
angel of love
whom hath no fury
cave of salvation
woven love cup
tantra koota
seductive violet
honey tulip
tigress lily
***** heaving
with a killer ***
i am **** man
predator
solar phallus hero
thoughtless
yet two brains
and they both agree with each other
i am ruler of men
loving sadist
wanting to impale you
have we not made history ?
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
your blood's almost conjurable,
a bath this heart draws...and
soaks in.
you're such a woman.
seated with the ***** posture
of apprehension--combing
through the shadowy tangles
of your sensual demise.
taken and taken by how life
happens...like a perfect stranger
you feel you've known forever.
utterly conversant on deeper and
deeper meanings of the unsaid--
time flying by till it's wings can
no longer be seen.
Now is the samadhi we die into...
pure connection, establishing
itself by the moment.
our tantra will be fulfilled at eyeshot~
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
She is has a secret
That I didn't know
About her
That she likes tantra
Though we are both women
Kissing eachothers curves
I want to taste your sweet
Necture as you had mine
From my flower
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
Shimmering scales shed by snakes
break beneath the weight of our passion
Light out
Thrown down on the bed
move like waves and quench like fountains
of refulgence and lips of red brushed satin
Skin
slick with sweat
smooth shaved
and shiny in the moonlight
Light on
Wet
Gliding in like kites in autumn
hips pivot press and penetrate
deep all shards of infernal ardor
Teeth connect
Castanets click cold
questing flesh begets
all forms of tantra
Unending rhythmic impacts
torn sheets and groping hands
erupt into the majordomo's garden
fluid exchanged again and again
orifices sleek with lingering
tingling and pressed tips
Inhale exhale
shared breath unfurled
in gleaming gusts of lust
stars collapse internal flames
burst as the humming quiver releases
Light off
light on
lights all.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
*** tries to be celestial
With the most reciprocal feelings.
The intertwining of consciousness
Around pleasuring each other
Until the bodies become one,
No difference is there between
Man and woman,
As they have taken on each other's
Soul and each other's form.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
off with the mask of religion
an atavistic projection
in a sleeping catacomb
Gods
desire lives in the human heart
we are as he and she
unholy until fused in ecstasy
God and Goddess
in a state of perpetual expanding ******
his mouth upon her sumptuous *****
she upon his pedestal of rainbows
her loving slave
her feet sweeten the earth
her ******* mouth and haunches
consumed
oh she a writhing moon
her throat and womb engorged with his pulsing shaft
giving praise
aqueous diamonds spilling
glitter and cream
manna from heaven
she undulates and coos
a glistened drool
pleading take all
her vaginal cauldron eternal darkness
red tulips blazing
a burning bush
the place of creation
he,
a point of light
everywhere with in her
inseparable
a fire of adoration burning them alive
their love a fever so hot
that even hell cant stand the heat
exit door
no way out
life a glaring dream work
without the abolition of time
having no more victims to devour
we must devour ourselves
towards an original form of lived existence
beyond this tragic universe
ill love you like a god
and **** you like the devil
so bend down low sweet girl
your beautiful ***
my altar of devotion
I give thanks to your curving form
you are my lord's prayer
my catechism
like father
like son
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Remember when,
the Amazon meant the rainforest,
remember when,
Birds were winged creatures that flew above us,
remember when,
our memory wasn’t something on our phone,
remember when,
memory was something in our minds?
Do you remember?
Do you remember,
when we were Light Beings,
not confined to physical bodies,
remember when being a being wasn’t so disgusting?
Remember when we lived,
without farting or pooping or bleeding or sneezing,
remember when we loved for the sake of love,
remember when we’d get together without needing a reason,
Do you remember?
Do you remember unconditional love,
I mean real unconditional love,
back when what we did actually seemed to matter,
before we gave up and stopped giving a fck,
before we threw in the white towel,
and sold our souls to buy in by trying to buy the right vowels,
remember when we had each other to believe in,
before we bought into the dreams they sell and we sold out?
Do you remember?
Do you remember when we lived freedom,
and it wasn’t just a dream we believed in,
do you remember when our little personal revolutions were evolutionary,
do you remember when we could trust everything we were seeing,
now the whole background seems like a green screen,
now the whole world seems like a crime scene,
in a Mandala of Samsara,
trying to break the cycle with Tantra Mantras,
and I wan’t to be Dr. Jekyll all harmless,
but sometimes I scare myself and become a monster,
but I guess that’s the price we pay to play The Game,
ah this life is expensive but liberation is priceless,
so I pay my dues and keep moving through,
making moves like there’s nothing to lose but this life I shine until lifeless,
taking trips without falling to destinations that are calling,
my name by ship car or plane trying to get it all but in the process forgetting everything,
so I preemptively apologize if we meet again,
and I admit that I easily forget and have to ask you to please remind me your name,
remember when,
the Amazon meant the rainforest,
remember when,
Birds were winged creatures that flew above us,
remember when,
our memory wasn’t something on our phone,
remember when,
memory was something in our minds?
Do you remember?
∆ LaLux ∆
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
We met in the place Allan Watts had his lectures
And Henry Miller sat in the corner brooding,
Writing brilliance
Decades ago
I imagine Joan Baez washing rust off her skin
Overlooking the ocean
Diamonds in her eyes inspired by "sin"
In the same place we spoke about men
And I remember my male friend leaving
Because this conversation was not for him
Debating about ****** relations, you taught me
To ask my body if I wanted to go all in
Close your eyes
Checking in with the root, navel,
stomache, heart, throat and mind
Visualizing the act
Do you really want him to be inside?
And when I did this exercise
the answer was NO
Then I met another man
And did the same exercise again
This time, every time I thought about his
Entrance anywhere
My body throbbed, tingled, and rocked
Into the greatest guitar solo
I've ever felt
My body ever played by his fingers
My neck tuned to his mouth
YES, he may enter....
The greatest desire
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC