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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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Hot Tea and Toast

 

herein lies a

conceptual

emotional

winding

a woollen complexity

rough on the tongue

dry in the throat

a faux love

a preternatural writhing

a knocking on the inner skull with hammers

little god diggers

and

gold wishers

driving within to my without

taking aim

hmmm

it doesn’t take a brain surgeon

to see

that the only solution

here

is hot tea and toast

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i am

 

tiny

pink

flowers

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Corn I AM

 

lets shuck these green folds of

corn skin that cover me

my kernel is sweet

I am….

rows and rows of friends

walking stiffly forward

a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,

an organised chaos

I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts

like waterfalls of flesh

sun bleached dunes

parting veils

dripping butter

smiling in a tempest of

spices

feet

personality

This is magical…..

a world

where a kernel of corn

is the meaning of life

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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

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There’s a new sensation

in the town houses and skyscrapers that fill my body

my universe

a deep vibration

a tingling

a buzzing

a warming of the cockles

a climbing of the vertebra

toe by toe

the field is brimming

the silver army

heads so high

eyes shimmering

the night has touched the sea

and we are kneeling

on a sharp reflection

of fire

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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

a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES

Yet the whisper is gold that God’s music is a floating note

and it is just I, this phosphorescent speck who has been dappled with fluted purple explosion…

I have been crowned with questions

and led to these stone steps

to press my burning ear against a mossy wall….

eternity compressed

listening for angels

braving the storm