even in summer

see that hole a no thing a darkness spot the one you can’t catch the dipping shadow skimming over yellow sails spreading purple salt it evades your finger a spirit trickster lazer beam you are a puppy bouncing tapping sniffing whining wishes are grabbing it’s the one the one that disappears the min min the

Graceful Nonsense

thoughts falling in ladders downward sloping air anointed blessed and breathing tunnels past poaching pears and small precarious things… leaning and laughing tall words balancing on lonely blue chairs …. and there here at the highest point sweet musk curls inhaling a graceful nonsense   see more art > http://www.artofkundalini.com           

corners of star

the corners of star dark no sharp no the nature is light the corners of my eye dark yes sharp yes believing in contrast just for fun more art? come to http://www.artofkundalini.com

The Fabulous Fabrication

  A fork in the path appears whilst I, knee deep in nude undoing Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint, nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this glowing movement forward OR ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me OUT and thrusts me in glossy, sweet

Cauldrons of Wishful Thought

  Where buildings are people compressed, transparent and towering a metaphoric world of shafted crystal noise muted light and waves of impermanent heat …………fly in ! Old dragon offering tunnels of copper cauldrons of wishful thought and sensual delight flavoured to warm one beyond sensical reckoning…… so swirling skyward I break out of my leather encapsulating

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

Sacred

  sacred sacral scared we shut our eyes scarred we are numb living in skin evil is the lie we tell santa is a jingle bell in the rain of diamond Terra shards to bring us into Firma this storm becomes me a satanic flowering  revealing in the raw the luscious grief god is salt

Distraction of Sparks

  the phantom in it’s grotto grins upon a hexed cushion that stinks and smothers. Excessive rhythmic noise pounds gracelessly on my vestibule doors leaving fingerprints green with envy and moss. Reality flares, distress signals, sparking a heated tumbling and there is one choice ………..to embrace transparency …..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes    

breaKING OF tHE AgReemenTS

the cloud  I AM suspends from The centre of this Space i am Salacious and Intrepid Dare I strip back the confines of this, might i Dissolve ? the mortar that sticks me here? Nebulous horizons offer Solace though Uncertain and there is a tough Stretching A beginning Song a tugging and puffing Of dense Flesh A

The Magic Word

  Aladdin whispers…. sesame seeds… and perfumed oil, finger skin that delves the dim green path and slips me and births me….through I unfurl in enchanted space alit with mystic gold my life I am squeezing through this density to flee the skirts of shame to shuck this beautiful, binding lie