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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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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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My Poetry Book

The Sun is in My Mouth

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I would like to let you know that my first ACTUAL paper poetry book is now available

here on >  AMAZON 

I am a little flushed with pleasure

do excuse me 😉

love

Arna

yes…. the SUN IS IN MY MOUTH

Simpatico

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art

the samurai

a language born of soft nib

trailing sticky rouge

pressing up off the floor

art answers to my wild driver

cuts corners, sliding sideways

unravelling

this tiny golden soul from the ribbons of a patriarchal past.

ovarian ribbons, wet, sliding ribbons, sweaty, perfumed ribbons

ribbons wrapped tightly, stripping through my naked body

like art

a thoughtful sword

ribbons that hold my breath shallow when it should be deep
that blister my waist when they should kiss
that maul my power

when it should open in awe
this art is determined

deliberate

necessary

to loosen fear defined boundaries

to unwind and clarify

to sooth

to alight upon me in shades orange and pink and bring us

into rhythm

together

a symbiotic climax

momentary

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a taste of the sound of leaves

on the painted wind of time

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Bound~ A Day Spent Discovering Egon Schiele

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Bound

the conventional playground pulls slowly

from my body

stark

political

worms

Bound

wrists lifted on dirty string

sex and death

moving

skirts

painting red

bound

providing impetus for change

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my 5 day photo/story challenge:

I have been invited by

Geo Sans

to join the challenge

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guidelines:

post a picture each day

five consecutive days

attach a story to your image

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can be fiction / non-fiction

poem / short paragraph

each day nominate another blogger

If you don’t want to that’s fine too, I won’t nominate any bloggers but I think everyone should do it the challenge just for fun and for art!

just post sporadically or just do it without nominating anyone, whatever floats your boat!

today I nominate Silver Poetry

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(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

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 upon my tongue

and

skin

and

goodness is a flood

remembering

dog my friend the only truth

digging

thought

through

dirt is my imagination 

rough

and behind this gem 

this blinking sapphire of a thing

we come together

strapped and aching

eyes shining at this

wide

and 

tidal

ruse

and in between the phosphorus sea

and line of pure shore

we stand

a momentary glitch

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