life is my pleasure
unremarkable, determined thoughts driving into
the calm, fertile bay of cosmic consciousness.
It is purity sweeping over me
interrupted only by
hot pebbles rolling
in my shoulders and hips,
My
brush is
thick and wet
consolidating energy
parting , breasting , gliding , angling
on it’s rambunctious journey
flexed green toes
bounding past
tribespeople standing,
deceptively still
nodding
with god’s eyes
peeking over cups of sun
minds like water….
knots are unravelling, unconvincingly tied in the first place,
clots draining away
till the sickness is nought but a dribble
a drip
a coagulating puddle of tar
used for other unnecessary things…..
but all
becoming a whirlwind of gradual pleasure
Silver Poetry 
As is most times the case…your combination of art and words creates a brilliant emotional experience.
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great! I love it when it works together . thank you x
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sensual, and soothing – nice
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🙂 thankyou
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words
pulled by gravity
mixing hues
~
what
pleasure
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ooooh 🙂
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This is where brilliance lives. Right here.
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so good to know these words are hitting the spot. I feel the spot and i want the words to match it and mostly they resonate with the spot, and its really lovely to know that they resonate with your spot too 🙂
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They are. They always have.
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Reblogged this on ambulivictor's Blog.
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Thanks!
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wow!
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:))))))
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A beautiful collage of words.
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Thankyou 🙂 x
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