Heathen Altar

I am an altar on which to spread your length flesh and soft take me in your teeth an offering, splayed and wide a hot invite a worthy sacrifice a beckoning an easy conquest? but for the riot asked of you to bleed your ancient pain release from all mundane lids tremble gleaming slit a

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 more art ??? http://www.artofkundalini.com    

surrender

I am reaching from my tips like the invisible music grass makes stretching the corners of wanton cells tugging sinews and neural strands gregorian tones pound me love is making writhing sounds deep from the lagoon of my eyes I will be delivered the motion of what I cannot see is intriguing I am tumbling

ripples

the disc that spins inside my chest methodically collects sensations it colours my world magenta and black if I let it but these colours are yours my love and I spin them back to you a gift of freedom….   channelling you through my sensational machine makes no ripple in your world of mixed message

Bush Velveteen ~ a poem for you

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Some Mute Beast

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies number 8 Reaching again, stalking this thirst for who I am, we are splitting in parts, raw light leaking but blind and believing in sweet enduring allowing death public slaying guarded by pulsing spectre keen eye follows flickerings by bee or ant marching chaotic to unseen nothing but not

Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven. over dirty feathers sand pieces and falling sun o crystal creature this droplet of flesh his humbled form talk is small small talk tiny talk lording over billowed heart huge rising expansive breaking tidal pushing midnight reaping clouds kissing imaginary moon balloon in my chest

Thoughts Become Things!

  a flare in the mind, a surge through the  heart, a movement a mark,  a warm tongue without words and pigment coats eager fingers. Water cuts through mountains, a creature, a creative, a volcanic eruption…. Inspiration is my lover.   Hello everyone, I AM EXCITED to share with you my latest major creation The Art Of Kundalini Inspirational Card

Awaken

  disappearing bones of petal strength and crushed colour fitful pastel thought shaping over walls and the creeping sound that moves you and presses you, slinging into you, the very song you dream of purging…. and still in ten thousand years we are found mouthing words that bind our seemingly free delivering the sweet opiate

A Hero Dance Spectacular

  my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the sixth of ten poems.   Moving the clouds and crowds spreading sleeping seeds aloft on silken water   The strength it takes to burst like juice through skin into sunshine to crack the husk of subtle reiteration.   Music dictates a circular journey but