how are you.
take care.
have a nice day.
safety pins
squeezing
loose stitches
together
added precautions
pinning
dissolving seams failing
curling release from pattern confining
liquid rust leaking
caught in the weave
of yesterdays cotton
a table cloth
bedsheet
potato bag story
pull it out
one by one
let it go
and just like that
a
body
collapsing
can you feel my love today?
I polish my window
can you feel today my love?
now
I am visible
tethered by light
like snow you don’t die
you melt
a slow drop
tenuous wet thread
and swinging
mimicking
opposites
a mirror
the planet
a pendulum
of petrified wood
your pain
yesterday’s musing…
i blame the sun
sun bird ~ contact me for info or prints go to my spot on the web to see more!
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
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
poetry that speaks to you
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.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
