come the sun
like an egg
star fire yellow
over my face
fool I am
still I surrender
to you sun
i am you
electric gold smile
encircling my chest
bending my mind
you rake me
your precious tines
your golden light
drowning and expanding
spiralling my chakras
turning me over
over and over
a thousand years
making me sapphire
lighting me up
my inner pyramid
you shiny motherfucker
just three words
just the mere
……thought of you…….
kisses hot imaginaire
to separate from not-thin air
to turn from him, never known
to find the sun and call it home
to extricate from ties that bind
to slip from not-arms in the mind
how to kill a form not real
a ghost a spirit a thought a feel
a dancing sprite tugs me through
veils of misty never-true
a world of made up make believe
a heaven blue with no reprieve
not-lover why are you still here?
how can i make you disappear?
a brain that works except with this
you cannot wipe clean a never-kiss
More of Arna? www.arnabaartz.com.au
the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me
i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear
it’s pointless …
i always see me
so
i hide inside my nudity
i hide behind my noise
exposed and vulnerable
because i am alive
photography by Justin Ealand
To see more art and stuff go to my website, currently a work in progress itself!
i smell the
hot shadows
they linger
like sticky sweet
liquid
and
sunshine
dark
musky pieces
that come alive
to be collected in a perfect picture
eaten later
washing
me
with river
fire
perfume
melting and
spawning
whispering
on knifes edge
weaving sharply
softly
through my senses
figures who live
in me
who stretch and twine
through me
like
naked
wires
almost
finally
nearly
completely
touching
Spawning in Lava River ~ more art at www.artofkundalini.com
what is love…….?
the breath
the feeling
the thought
the wish
the view
the memory
the thought
the feeling
the touch
the want
the eyes
the loss
the wish
the feeling
the smell
the thought
the touch
the wish
the view
the wish
the wish
the wish?
in these particles of truth
I resound
I………..am
love
a crashing wave
only one moment
and a dent in the sand
i see you
i am an ambient channel for
your song
sung true
into the early dawn
of the very first moon
i wished you
my king
tangled falling tumbling free
marrying the waves
in my salty sea
you are my sunshine king
easily
gracefully
i feel you now
entering your domain
into my heat
claiming
my drawbridge chain
art?? www.artofkundalini.com
your poison so clear
i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile
it travels backward towards me even as you turn away
it seeks me like a moth
i see it in your shoulders, tightly held
yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me
aligned you are your eyes
a lake of stars
an eerie, erotic mirror
i see you like a fox trying to hide from the moon
ma lumière
mon coeur est allume parce que tu existes
no more no less
c’est tout lumière
to see more of my stuff please go to http://www.artofkundalini.com
he is dreaming
me
i am feeling
him
he turns inside me
his tail waves through me
i am full of fish
he swims my channels
erasing me
drawing circles
fanning light
his dream becomes me
i am his fish
more art ? www.artofkundalini.com
oozing a nectar of trembling epiphany
sentry is sleeping whilst guarding pentuppery
secretly dreaming trespassing all over thee
working around the sacred inside of me
needing and wanting are twining a fantasy
always unspent in mortal absurdity
but
truth like a wave or a kiss from the other me
calls to the knowing waiting so patiently
climbing the ladder of tenuous certainty
thank you I say to the sleepy eyed sentry
i smile and step out of that tedious entropy
wild are my eyes in a rainbow of heavenly
milk
is my youth
and honey infinity….
more art? please visit www.artofkundalini.com
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
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
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.
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