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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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http://www.artofkundalini.com

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

simpatico

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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Art of Kundalini

 

My ART 

The ART OF KUNDALINI

LONGING to explode

to shatter the construction

and flush my cells of the murk and grey that clings

I lie on the grass

and stars fall on my lips

setting fire to my words

wetting my passion

I am you

I know this

and every pain

and every light thought

that strokes you

is mine

we live in the nucleus of intelligence

together

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Ever Spreading Feathers

 

ruffling

my samson

my delilah

tickling

my eros

my aphrodite

i flew i flew

over shingle slate and thatch

ever spreading feathers

flexing on the wind

catching moonlight

and rainbow prisms

snaking trails of sun

I

the colour of warm flesh

I

the smell of bread

I

the taste of sea

manifesting me

 

 

Beautiful Disorder

 

when my feet touch down

and dust in armfuls spread

like orange sunset

when heat permeates my bones

forcing my chin up

and spine to spark and spin

when my tongue alights on pepper

and my neck twists to engage

when my heart breaks free

to meet the wind

when my words match the angels song

that swirl in echo blue

when elastic skin is rolling under seraphim palms

and my hair is taken up in a cosmic fist

when paint streams from fingertips and soul spreads like water across this land

when lips soft envelop a new dawn in a birth of existential madness

I become

a melody of perfume

a tidal song,

a hot wet bed of divine

I am

my own supplicant

consumed by beautiful disorder