The Land of Milk and Honey

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….

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blue lagoons

 

he holds the gaze

but i deny him

i look away

this blue

is not

what it seems

it is not cool

it is liquid earth

lava star

i am afraid

the heat is hidden

I have never seen this

I am scared

this is new

my heart might drown

in molten blue

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electricity

 

current

on current

with current

a clever matrix

of intention

a wide conduit

a stranding blue print

throbbing

streaming

don’t look with your eyes

he is far too beautiful

look away now

open the door

step outside

breathe the moon

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mini death

 

 

wishes are fishes

he touches me with his smile

every time i die

 

and still i survive

life’s excruciating want

my heart falls wider

 

on a cloud i am

my feet dangle in the sea

purveyor of all

 

i am a spider

my ribbon is curling wind

spinning the future

 

i sweep myself deep

i crush me into liquid

cupped in silken hope

 

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full circle

 
beginning with sun
her heart was broken in two
ending with the moon
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moon love

the moon is my heart
i sleep in a pool of light
my fingers are wet
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sunmoonawakening

I am water

rushing downhill seeking hollows to pool

I find a round space to bed with the moon

 

one day I awaken

my water is hot

don’t look they said

you will go blind

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no exhale

when the dark balloon

when the dark balloon

the dark balloon

presses its rubbery skin on my inner being

when it takes out a chunk of rib to fit

i become a prisoner

a minion

a servant to its inflation

dark balloon puffs itself with spiritual secrets

faith is the favourite

faith

have faith

test of faith

be faithful

find faith

lose faith

and we cry

dark balloon rolls its huge arse getting comfortable on my heart

a little to the left

it laughs a dark laugh careful not to let it’s bad breath out

no exhale for the confused

tender hooking into giblets

malevolent benevolent carrot of faith……

we scream ‘why!’ for a reason

because we have been dumfounded, with carrots sticking out of every orifice

plugging the holes it pokes in dark balloon

 

if we are screaming why it means we don’t fucking understand

this life thing could be so simple

born breathe connect play create  die (or so they say)

until they bleed out a deeper meaning

a further purpose

until they reveal the unseen producer in pointy orange shoes

faith is only necessary if you think something is wrong

impossible to trust in that which causes pain

unless

you have been taught that pain has a purpose….

that you will die without it

forever

to teach purposeful pain is not an easy task

it takes deliberation and carefully constructed method

 

oh pain i bow to thee, you cleanse me, you make me fit to stand before the great carrot

you break me you leave me pale and dry

you make my eyes sink

a quicksand of disillusion

i let you peel me

weaken me

lay me out

gnarl me

wither me

you switch off my light and plug a bulb in my carrot hole

i have been fashioned

i am a little statue now

with my palms upward in supplication

for you to paint with a tiny brush

and place me tenderly with the others

to light an empty sanctuary

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Love Smiles

I already knew
How this blossom would unfold
A perfumed meeting
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the vow

united by gold

bound to her distant fingers

bored until broken

 

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