Wealthy
like fresh water,
flushing my throat
God
splashing
my heart
like waves!
Holy kiss,
biting lips,
blue flame
melting iron.
Spirit, chasm cracks
and folds it’s wings around
like more skin.
Tongue like sea
serpent
tugs at me
touching whole mouth.
Juniper,
caged breath melting
stars
swallowed.
One kiss,
burst of truth,
sweetest blade
slices
thick
rich
purple
guts
I died behind the door, a shiver on the floor.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
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Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Powerful poetry there, thanks
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thankyou, i could feel power brewing as i wrote this one actually
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Goosebumps rose all over me….Throbbingly strong….
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ooohhh thats what i’m looking for 😉 perfect response!
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:))))) Well you got it on this one…
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YES!! x
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Agree with above; lots of goosebumps. Wow, this is so amazing.
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awesome i love it….imagine goosebumps….there must be millions of them world wide……….
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I could feel my stomach turning as I read that so much power my eyes could not be pulled away.
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thats wonderful, it is based on a real kiss, an illicit kiss that happened only once and felt like it tore my heart open….great for poetry!
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Wow that was hot!
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haha it WAS!
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Great poem, the last line “I died behind the door, a shiver on the floor.” is an extremely powerful line. The whole poem grabbed me but that last line is amazing…
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thanks. the last line does represent the most powerful moment, so i am glad it came across for you x
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Hey! You’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award!
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thanks x
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i was curious about the painting.. is it a body of a woman and an eye? it strongly compliments with your poem, brilliant 🙂
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Thanks! it is from a series of work I did inspired by Picasso’s ‘Crouching Nude’
http://www.baartzart.com/paintingwithpicasso.htm
it does have a vibe that felt about right for this poem.
x
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ah,i see i see.. how was that? you saw the painting first then created the poem?or the other way around? 🙂
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oh i did the art a year ago and wrote the poem a couple of days ago, i just chose the picture because it felt like the poem a little bit
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ow, you did that painting too?how could i not notice 🙂 yes, compliments very well..great works congratulations on that 🙂
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thank you very much xxx
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I’m definitely a fan of yours! But never Picasso, sorry 🙂
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that’s only inspired by Picasso but good eye!
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or did you see my comment haha i’m silly
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Wonderful poem and painting. I think the combination of sacred with, well, a bit of profane is especially powerful here as it could almost be a religious rapture of a mystic. Of course, rapture is “fungible” as it were; I’m not sure the actual emotion differs so much whether it is religious or humanly sexual. Wonderful lines here and the painting is terrific. k.
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thankyou, you are on the money actually. the fervour i felt in the moment that that kiss took place is the same desperate pleasure that begins to build when i am verging on merging with a spiritual revelation….
I feel we may fear opening to our sexual potential because of an under knowing that we are in likelihood opening to the reality of something so powerful as to be called god…..
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yes, I read it as a sexual experience mixed with a spiritual one. There’s a lot of ink out there about how sex is a mystical and spiritual experience and your poem captures that tension very well.
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thankyou, I think humans are intensely emotional creatures and actually electrical…it wouldn’t surprise me if we were capable of ecstasy far beyond the average experience
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Oh, that final line – powerful stuff here
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it was an intense experience, the inspiration for this poem….and it did kill me or my life as it was…to be born anew….
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A delightful shiver of fear and excitement runs up my spine as I read this. Your work is awesome! Are the paintings yours?
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Yep paintings and doodle and little sketches are mine. Thanks for allowing my words to penetrate what an honour for me x
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Very evocative.
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thanks, its definitely passionate 🙂
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