tragedy

warheads pressing in-formation causing her throat to swell and tighten building desire like cities digging tunnels too deeply disrespectfully into her earth creating openings and avalanches minute tragedies in her stomach leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried tragedy that has nowhere else to go… eat it or fuck it the catch cry as

to contain

so soft are the edges that boil and slide inside the copper a sweet fragrance like sugar or moist tobacco begging your tongue to heat it to bravely risk stringent addiction tasting and…. moving like a wild snake coiling intelligence looping and falling willing to swell in gravy waves grasping the rim like a mouth

desire

I wriggle surreptitiously to discourage and squash but despite Buddhist ideals and deep Catholic guilt it soon becomes apparent   it’s not going to stop http://www.arnabaartz.com.au http://www.artofkundalini.com http://www.kidsintouch.com.au

just three words

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

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

Art Opens Me

  Please visit my art website, brimming with visual healing and the tumescent colours of love, driven by desire to plumb the depths, I do it for you   Flayed by sable spread with pigment creamed by colour wanton inking apple green stripped to my core gasping for more I dip I fly on archival

The Drift of Eternity

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  first of ten poems. There is tugging at my ribbons a wild, teasing acapella oh this noise is rich… rich enough to decorate my hollows to drop me to my knees whilst midnight space rushes like swift tide expanding the universe cracking my chest

I Make You Move

  I am silk on my pretty bicycle red wings and fearlessness I am a brazen bee flying heart first and chanting my fingers pass like spirit over teasing lips a fay cast with cherry juice joy I live in the mind of all things I make you move.        

Pheonix

    bang my fists against the wall bloody hands moving through butter and brains blast that ragged hole and flay my chest, I hear it sound of angel canons boom the gong on my forlorn frenzy of flesh crack the leopards spots and cause the  spreading of colour on water thrust  that hip forward

The Paintbrush

The paintbrush sits on pale skin and slides scarlet over kissing plain it touches and presses like time and strokes the distance between my fingers and my desire. Eyelids close and a breath is taken….. slowly a small movement, a perfumed step The paintbrush leaves the skin hair by hair and patience tempers the dancing