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oyster

hunter

with your gleaming

liquid heat

you

fire blazing slinger

slicing through leather

i want to know your bloody knife

let me have it

I want to crack this oyster open

i feel it

heavy hunter boots

standing on

your

stepping over

my

slatted wooden floor

i sink

like sand I am

or winter chill

unconfined

unbound

ownerless and free

I slip beneath

easily

dropping

to the earthy need that breathes me

your hotspots call

and i respond like a thoughtless bird

i feel the seeded clouds press

you

into my feathered arms

stone is soft

softer

than water

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(Floating across the river to a little waterfall , thinking about love
When I arrived I looked down and glistening up at me from under the water was this little thing) http://www.artofkundalini.com 

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and this one…i call beautiful

when an unexpected experience leads you to unravelling your mind in such a way that you can’t really stay the same…

 

flawless blue eyes

squeezed light at her

pools of magnitude

direct and clear

 

the radiant ocean gaze

came to rest

 

a kindness bird

baring a heart of gold

sipping from her hot cup

 

an offering

that took her

too close to the sun

 

and then

she melted

 

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red string

do i let it go?

but if i can’t ….

the wanton kite

smells freedom

my spaces are open

i am the mountain my heart is the sea

yet it lurches

widening it’s arc

bumping and swooping

pointed corners

hit my brow

scratch my eye

turn my stomach

i cannot ignore my obstreperous kite

the flapping wings

wild

angry at me

for keeping it bound

under the windy whirring

I feel the tug of the red string

stretching tangling

winding around my waist in a dervish of excitement

i am a puppet to love

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untainted star

honest lines draw across her skin

but he can’t see with blood in his mouth

transmission continues

I read your code

pegged loosely

whipping in the breeze

making sin out of nothing

he stared at her from the cross

remain pure

she turned around and tapped her red heels three times

I don’t belong

I lost the virtuous thought I had a moment ago, I don’t have what it takes….

remain uninvolved then

he pointed his pointy finger

be clean

this glass is transparent, look through that, no good can come from the rose one

the rosey is pretentious

neither safe nor guiltless

beware of stains

stand tall

be upright he said shaking his bleeding head…

your hole has been pricked hasn’t it

no longer above suspicion

your female oozes from you

chastity was never your middle name

this is a CRIME

it is done

generations back by old men in sheets

and still you try so hard to live an exemplary life against ALL oddities

faultless free immaculate impeccable

you

he ate her with his eyes

resting floating bobbing in her own

……yes your pristine eyes, they fooled me

he stepped down one foot bearing 6 inch nail

I love your righteous gaze it spreads across my skin like wilderness

sinless exploration starts here

spotless fingertips prying into raw spaces following the light

to unblemished hopefulness

to incorruptible beginnings

to innoffensive life

that’s what you saw

that’s what he wanted

the truth

the unsullied

unimpeachable

tiny shine of untainted star

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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

but I hear you

you beg for ripples

you scream for change

I can feel it

throwing orange like a manic painter

splattering my floor, making me

slip, slippery

on lust and pain

 

the moon is high

wash your disc in a clear stream

I will feel it and I will know

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like sunshine

the train of thought

heated by an invisible furnace

thick

with colliding smiles

pouring

through my mind

like sunshine

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thought….. forms

deft fingers

small silver screw

 

revolving circulating perpetuating

 

light dark thoughts

 

secret spaces for storing warm words

………

biology sells itself well

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