Friggin'

Thank you. !

I thought I would pick one, ( or two, I might add another), of my favorite poems from last year
and post them here ( where they might be seen), for my new friends and followers of my blog.

...And it's sad that how much knowledge we have makes such a difference in how we think.


Here's always there so why believe anything? So what if I don't believe in anything I can still believe in believing in something that I don't believe in. I hadn't been myself and then I felt what I believe, believing in what I didn't believe in, but now wasn't always behind me, and all that time, had I believed what I didn't believe in,  I might have laughed, and had I died first and could choose again, I might rather die believing in something that never happened, that I didn't believe in, than being sure that nothing would happen at all




( re-post)

How Much Is It Worth

How much is it worth ?

not counting money

If I think I can talk

like a friend to you

and laugh cry or smile

for us
and you

but then it's only me

trying hard in this way

to say

something

to listen to you

as if I knew

you could really love me.

    - End of Reposted Poem-

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We are surrounded by extra-nuclear forces ...

 and things are   NEVER   as  they    s e e m !

She is everything
but how much is that worth?
I stare
into her magnificent eyes
I am bling
just staring
as she burns through my lenses
so strong is her heat

I feel her breathing back

The penetration lights
infernos inside me
as she brands me
with the iron of her
inexplicably delicious
fires

and as a bridge worker            working  out   at   the   end   of   the   beam
returns
to a  b u i l d i n g
momentum

 in the stink of a thigh
flies my stink


and under a Freudian Slip
died my quip

...in the blink of an eye



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*I'm tempted to add something but decide not to.
..
* title changed 5 hours after publishing

1.Original title was: 'In the Stink of a Thigh'
2."under a Freudian Slip ", "in the blink of an eye" &
    "in the think of a why" were added 2 days after posting
     in an attempt to make sense of a  "cleaned up" & "revised " version
     of the original poem which ended in a coital double orgasm..
3."dies my quip" replaced the original ending line: " flies my stink"
4. Some other rhyme replaced  idioms for
    "in the blink of an eye":
5. numerous other changes were made on the 3rd day when she rose.
in the pink of a sky

in the drink of a rye
in the wink of a bi
in the kink of a tie
in the shrink of a high
in the dink of a guy
in the ink of a dye
in the mink of a pie
in the think of a why
Added approx: 3:47 PM April 6, 2011 - and changed numerous times thereafter...
 In the two days following the original post, I lost a couple of followers because of the 'vulgarity' in this post. I won't be changing my words in the future due to the potential damage from some perceived vulgarity or crudeness. That said, most of my posts will be PG with an occasional
PG-13.

  Thank you for bearing with me during this expression of sensuality. 

The Moon Shines From The Inside

The Moon Shines From The Inside

and 

seasons

 celestially

those in whom love grows

Her voice
now ever strong
casts past the dark shadows 

with awakening sounds
that ring out loud
from the deep of her body

In a time gone by
the river moon
 that swims so peacefully now

was besieged and battered

and swam frantically

 left scarred in a

hypnotic introspection
with the sea

But now sings
a rhapsodic harmony
of the mesmeric glow

that shines from
 within her

Breathtakingly
beautiful

She beams through the darkness
determined

to rekindle in others
 the flames

of eternal
 Love.

..

My Pet

Traveling at
light speed
without direction
the product of a creation
that bedazzles and befuddles
that gives birds 
branches to sing on
and gave me the ability to pretend
it's OK living without you

that lets me tell you
I love you more now
than forever
now more than
ever before

I beg
to be drawn back
into your mysterious
sketchbook
to ride on the center
between gravity.


Love,
    an incomplete disaster


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Inside Her Atoms

Time has slowed to serenity

capsulized

opaquely seeing

the fireballs

dance around me

in a new world.

.

Her Smile

It's true that
Her smile is a masterpiece of
nature.

But it was never the smile
or the way she might dangle
a pen in her mouth
or her dark angling eyes 
that compressed my heart
and pounded blood through
the sides of my neck

Poor soul
crushed to an ash
smitten, flushed
with a crimson glow
She crept into every pore.

He shifted past
yellow angels
enamored by the
rose lining of
her heart
and sped into the crash
of a love only imagined

But it's all too real
what she feels
when the swells rise inside
and the sky fills with thier dreams
as I sit watching with burning eyes

Love has again
cruelly passed by
and what's left are the screams
from the cold hollows of a
tortured soul as the dull blade
twists deeper through a punctured heart .

.

The dark eyes of a shadow

There is a symmetry to silence

 this quirky dance

 the private romance

 of our memory

And somewhere
 between the
 boarding pass

 and the far reach

 of a spectrum

A reflection looks
 through glass
 past what
 we know

To find a glow
 in the dark eyes

 of a shadow.

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Our Mandarin Universe

                                    "Our Mandarin Universe"   Acrylic on Digital Print

The edges of an eclipsed

 sun give birth in broken

shocks of light

to day love and life

We lift ourselves

to yawning

blades of grass near

an ocherous tree

raised by the mountains

beside us

Into an infinity

of yes as our

wings fall away

in the ultimate flight

immersed in the

syrup of our

 mandarin universe

.

My Kuruvinda,

                                 ...and in Her hands ( might )

She splayed thier legs
and let lightning

strike them

And as the thunder
rolled between thier chests

they felt the glaring

fire and their endless limbs

past the climbing hills of thought

and the shyness sunken in valleys

To rubies held under flesh
in their scarlet garden
unattached to preference
as the Hands of God

weigh heaven and earth


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Notes Cloaked In Feathers

( click picture to see the birds! )

Notes
cloaked in feathers

bloom in the sky

writing love songs

I throw off my dancing shoes

and join the bright vision

to write in the air and see

how high it goes

I would have asked you

to come with me

but I trust in the air

to ask questions

and hope you'll soon

be flying nearby

.

.........................We Danced In The Burning Sky..............

♥ ♥ ♥

There was a time
when my heart lay broken
and hidden away in its chest
and my love life lay scattered 
along the frozen tundra of loneliness 

I doubted whether I would ever fall in love again.
But the beauty of life is that we do fall in love again !
and that ultimately we benefit from the experiences of our past
which help us to distinguish the differences between love lust and wanting 
and help us to recognize and answer true love when it calls...




 

When I saw her
my heart melted and caught fire...

 she was beautiful and kind, and I thought I was falling in love...
but I had been in love before and was still unsure of
   what I was truly feeling...

And Then
I felt something like I've never felt before
something  beautiful
reaching out to me
something that transcended the desires of the flesh
and all the things of this world
 something so beautiful
that I opened my soul to embrace whatever it was !

And as our souls
met each other for the first time
we danced in the burning sky
embraced In each other amidst the fires of eternity
 a new reality of Love 

more real
than existence itself
and I knew then that my heart
 was hers forever

♥

From Before A Universe

Nothing could be like her

sheer blue fire

nothing as beautiful

and as beautiful as nothing

 as nothing is she that came before the shore

and sea

Some think her too generous with her light

too giving to the spreading stars
but so much brighter is she
that gives to others what she has 

so they can shine
 more brightly

She makes me brighter

and now I see  that before the first breath

was she
patiently encouraging a dream to reality

And when in a damp cold sweat

I lie quivering,  shaking or scared by the unknown

or when in fear or uncertainty I withdraw

She comes and sits beside me

soothing me and smoothing out my lumps to

allow possibilities to be laid out evenly and clearly

Comforting and nourishing me
 like tea and toast after a fever's gone away

And calmly inspiring me, and reassuring me

that everything will be OK.






..

Death By Steam And Noise

It was a time of
disruption and great confusion

of lives being tilled
and harrowed and of
immovable objects having to be moved

The embattled occupant
of a soiled world prepared as best he
could for the inevitbale
onslaught of deafening
mechanized monsters and
ghouls with long arms
that spit with a heat
turning water
to steam

At the fateful hour
they were heard approaching
and with a traumatizing
knock on the door it had begun
the carpet cleaners
had arrived.

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