to feel it sweeeeeep
like a flying wasp
beautiful and bold
hovering above my bed
eyeing me thoughtfully
a virtue of vibration
sprinkling by
gold upon my pinkened cheek
promise of liberation
and
or
exquisite pain
then
a downward swoop
wild laughing
out of almost nowhere
brushing me dangerously
causing a swell of squeal
to bubble up with other singing
and crystal
in a sound bath of intensity
and ooooooo…..O
V
E
R
but only
just beginning to
fill my eager pillow
with
love
le sucre le plus doux
The wasp
penetrates
and the rose too
I press my face into this life
and on fluttering petals they find my portal
they sting and sing
in glorious waves
of mystery, the rose the wasp
and propel a gyroscopic spin
on my ribbons
my universe
they travel
I am
space
and these intoxicants are journeying through stars
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
