you are like an elixir
and we are merging stars
in one stolen breath at 8.24
abandon to beautiful
then hours of sweet alone
immersed
stretched and alive
quiet but for the soaring song of birds
and the sound of worship
pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation
softly stroking ancient pain
meeting myself in a dark alley
the alchemy of blending stars
making new light
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on life, death, and everything in between.
JEFF CALLAWAY
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.
Poet, you’re a true Goddess. But I think you already know that. I never find a single issue in the way you string words together, they’re just perfectly connected and of course that word should follow the previous one… it’s just make so much sense. You just make so much sense, and yet you put me in a place that I completely can’t define.
LikeLike
it’s a place called
love
it is an amazing place. It is who I am
there are others who have enough awareness of the same, swirling deep within, underneath the matrix of contrast, to recognise it
it sends us into a frenzy when we see it
we feel it
its like the sensation of a singing triangle
it makes us NEED to write something that hasn’t been written
but it is uncapturable yin
it is
wonderful
LikeLike