| Aromatic sensations..........
Posted: 1/14/2008 5:59:02 PM | | humbled by your acknowledgement I bow to you . We meet thru paths in life.... words persay,again I bow to the premise of thought | |
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| Aromatic sensations..........
Posted: 1/15/2008 4:16:41 AM | it fills the room
it spills out into the world
awakens the senses of the passers by
the sweet yet pungent scent
of the white juicy flesh
releasing it's spell
as if commanded by fire
to permeate all things within reach
like napalm to the forest
like a symphony to the blind
brings saliva to the mouth
and a smile upon the lips | |
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| The Wind and I
Posted: 1/15/2008 8:21:53 AM | Oh cold, cold wind
blowing through the branches
so wild and free, with ease
you go through these things
that would stop others;
give me a breath-take
and let me see what it's like | |
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| The Wind and I
Posted: 1/15/2008 2:48:58 PM | | i read the two above poems oft and again. i thank you both for visiting and posting here. the new energy and depth of soul is alway a welcomed embrace. | |
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| The Wind and I
Posted: 1/16/2008 12:29:55 PM | | Thank you NW for your praise and welcome. This place of yours is a wonderful place to be because it feels like home. | |
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| Aromatic sensations..........
Posted: 1/18/2008 12:23:38 PM | I really liked 1386-very raw...
Time has drawn itself foward and bent backwards
back onto himself
Old wisdom's beard thinning out and filling out
until it's fully shifted back into ovaries again
the poles shift, magnetic energies rip and here we are
naked and vulnerable again
it's time for change
the rain drip drops down and puddle melts the snow
to her joy and to her sorrow
it used to be 40 below
Sometimes don't you wish you could just rip off this skin
uncage the bursting volumes of energy spinning round in rage
floating and bouncing back to and fro
within the confines of your ribcage?
Soon enough I gather matter won't matter and we can spread
and meld into each other
its positive 2
strange things brewing
invasive southern****oaches congregate dans nos edifices
resistant to everything but ddt
hasn`t been this way since the 1960's
These times are changing | |
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| Aromatic sensations..........
Posted: 1/18/2008 5:00:54 PM | | hey Jesyka! it's been a while. it's a tremendous read you've left here. i really enjoy it. and i guess it is one big cycle. | |
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| Your heaven? My hell! Welcome to life
Posted: 1/18/2008 5:53:14 PM | I am sure i posted this before but lets have a go at it again shall we?
Ya know theres no rehab for my addiction to you.
Sensations that the brain and body cannot deny.
They dope each other in just the right moments of time.
I am on a high when i have thoughts of you.
Insatiable desire stalks me when it comes to you.
Soon as i have a taste of you i know i will want more.
To see the glimpse of heaven in your eyes will finally put me at ease.
We neither understand nor think we deserve the fine wine of life.
But who are we to d*ck-tate, who are we to ruin fate?
Marshmallow fluff, sex and pizza.
Just like a toilet bowl these are the days of our lives. | |
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| Loose Lips...................
Posted: 1/18/2008 10:16:59 PM | Of all the things I believe in
science projects that I felt defeated in
mind games ,
I lost my time in
Laughter meant for others
mind is
still ,
my own!
If ever I felt defeated
left in the dust
by one deleted
never did I feel alone
For cyber words
mean to me .......nothin
words of hearts so lost
alone!
Minds that tear the pages
roam!
Dig in deep to find the pain
dredge it over my serious side
Take it not for real, a comicstrip
someone else...
tomorrow to rip....
I am here to say my piece!
I ain't got a freakin' lease on anyones
Soapspace!
Let me say ...what I feel
Say what you think.....
even deal!
Life is not the real Palooza.......
until you let the next clown
snoozaaaaaaaaaaaa.....
I am tired of all the bicker!
Yet sometimes.....things bring emotion!
If I am wrong to say my feelin'
This fishie place .....
ain't no place
for me!
Peace Joshua......hugs jules | |
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| Your heaven? My hell! Welcome to life
Posted: 1/19/2008 9:30:47 AM | I. W. great depth and feeling. i have always admired your writes. it's great to see you here.
C. H. this world is quite unique indeed. i have come to recognize that we each have our different ways. and this is what makes us human.
it's always a pleasure to read the messages interwoven in your writes. | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/21/2008 10:28:00 PM | When it moves through me,
God’s last favor, I come wit no
Regret; this irrepressible fate I
Ache for within the face of Yahweh.
I’m not greenhorn within this sphere;
The grave is a dear friend; my burn
For the gods!
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/21/2008 10:45:40 PM | Enchain a man in kismet. Tell to him
‘gain and ‘gain, this is the set path; let
Him not burn into the concrete his
Mother’s vision; but instead, encroach
His mind and feed to him defeat; my love,
My friend, my next death. | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/21/2008 11:01:12 PM | In death,
Begotten to spirit,
Alien to breath,
Begird’d we are, a living
Nausea! — Even unto self.
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/21/2008 11:01:44 PM | Begrime the soul, my son —
With existence/ the final
Chapter/ but again, the
Begin’n is void and dark/
And we’re there.
How has this happen’d! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/22/2008 2:10:17 AM | Release me now
unbind my soul
let my spirit fly
let it soar to the place from whence it came
It knew freedom once
before the fall
before the pain
before the encounter with your brand of love | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 11:12:00 AM | time
Be patient,
time will tell
a story
enabler -
detritus
overtaken by
wilderness
revealer -
plot
eroded back
to surface
time,
dispassionate
oracle
LS 01/24/08
also posted in Fingerpainting | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 1:51:31 PM | PALAVER
dewey-eyed, the daughter in me,
thinking on you jesus-rain.
is this my dreamscape, my father’s remption?—
the pause—Selah— of mother’s agony, even unto the grave!—
Embattl’d bedlam praves the mind, the home of god.
and i’m a man in the garden pray’n—
take this cup my father, and not thy will be done!!!
fuchia envisions entrap the soul, the dungeon of secrets…
and all i have to proffer is ancient spirit…
is this without merit father!!!
glean me of the purity and
bless my seed, father!!!
must i scream aloud in blood?—in
psychosomatic psychotropics,
the glitch of my nature—
i glom into you god.
have i encroached; curs'ed be i if thus be said!
this gridlock hegira: how do i conquer it?—
the glint of my insular…
can you hear what you can’t feel?
let me mourn the irrepressible in anima,
lest i return to bedlam!!!—the house of dementia!
who is this jacinth angel?—
the grip of what i can’t panic for!
i’m juvenescent all ‘gain, mother;
escape that room; jim jones!!!—
escape my family!!! fbi!!! It wasn’t me.
lavender blood, the drip of me spirit-
veins—the linchpin of my ancestry.
and matutinal sacrifices have render’d
incompleteness to the third-sentence.
beyond mythos, my life… my redeath…
the ache of this fuck’d vision.
pandemic halleluiahs!!!!!!! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:14:34 PM | ATMA*
Is this the snap of me!—
A new planet to burn?
Doth I croak there!—
The snap of the brain.
Neurotransmitters haywire!!!
The anger must be released.
And into the valley—
All veins are slit…
The ultimate sacrifice—
The daughter of god.
Was it all in vain?
That that I have seen—
Laid eyes upon—
How is it I still know!
Break from soul, Satan!
‘gain the war has begun!
Every lesion drips spirit…
Only the mystic knows…
We carry eternity… hurt by
Thy pain!
Whence the catharsis?
Linger not in the shadows…
I see you… and I welcome thy
Return.
Haphazard! In unmotion. But
Moving through the illusion
Of time… grab me, mother!
For here I come!!!
Tears attempt to ask for help…
But this is my sorrow…
Go away!!!
Pensive
In the blackdamp,
Here… I repose forever!!! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:23:04 PM | In god’s voice
I hear the energy
I can’t die
What is this?
I’ve come!
Preordained to accomplish!
But what is this commission!
The thought of my days—
The cringe of my dreams! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:26:51 PM | Demonic force*
In love of the hidden
In panic
In shame
In hurt
In remorse
In death that can’t die
In you
When the tears fall
I am that voice
I am thy love
I am thy hope
The heart
As it beats
The streets as they scream
The blood from the grave
The last slave
The first ceremony
The unyielding ritual
That
That seeps into all spheres
Come to me!!!!!!!! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:28:42 PM | Let me destroy< almighty God!!!
Give me the power…
All deserve pain…
Unto even my first soul!!! | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:43:44 PM | In love of the fall’n Mystic*
In silence of the begin’n
I come to you in heartbeat the spirit.
Inhabit this soul.
Live in veins the dead-living.
Let all contradictions breathe…
Let the paradox shatter revelation
Upon all minds… and give us the
Strength not to crumble beneath
This heavy truth. | |
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| when it calls*
Posted: 1/24/2008 2:49:37 PM | | likes a laugh... brizo... i feel you both... and i thank you both. | |
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