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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/2/2009 8:59:03 PM | Something me and Tropical wrote together....
Rema.
I wait, gazing upon golden waters, watch dolphins rush
the evening sun, patience, my lover comes, hands
warm upon my callipygian edges, his touch enfolds me
in softest trade wind songs, my lover, mi rey ardiente
I am liquid and flowing with this flame you have ignited, burning.
mi ser te extraña
Te deseo, come float upon my craving, this harbor
welcomes you to a musical nirvana, our tongues
tango, souls connected, we impart spirit to each other
I sigh, liquid, I have to show you, feel you closer
I want your swell of need inside, mi cielo take me, please
let me drink you, I am intoxicated by your scent, your eyes.
I am yours
Her waves consume, I am the fire of unquenched skies
quiero hacerte el amor, I am within her, hands
clench rails, hair and tan lined hips, rise and fall
an exquisite destruction, breath in gasps, we slow
she reaches back, arms above her, elicits my touch across
her stomach, her begging nipples, turn mi amada, give me your lips.
te necesito
She is atop me, mi diosa divina, deliver me upon your shores
her skin glistens as if, a thousand stars become her
thighs entwine my heart, we are the current's passage
of ardent tidal thrusts, and there, our waters meet
querida, we are wide as the sea, her scent is birth, a creation
of God's beauty, teach me, bind me, hold me in your everlasting palm.
here is forever
Rey de mi vida, your eyes inflame me as no other
your lush jungles swallow my fears, I am flying, hotly alive
our bodies cry to beating drums of native pulses, swaying
flowing, volcanoes erupting, torrential melting of us beneath
heaven, te quiero, a whisper, these kisses are words unspoken.
creamos, let us believe.
~E~
and
~R~
Our Translations (in order):
mi rey ardiente ~ my fiery king
mi ser te extraña ~ my being longs for you
te deseo ~ I desire you
mi cielo ~ my heaven; my sky
quiero hacerte el amor ~ I want to make love
mi amada~ my beloved
te necesito~ I need you
mi diosa divina~ my divine goddess
querida ~ beloved (darling)
Rey de mi vida ~ King of my life
te quiero ~ I care for you (cherish)
creamos ~ create (let us) | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/3/2009 12:05:04 PM | Thank you so for your sweet words petitelittlemargaritabuttercup :)
Yes, Truth inspires us all.
He has a gift that must be
shared with the world. I would
never have those gifts be mine alone.
For that would be so selfish of me!
Indeed, the poetic sword he welds is mighty!
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/3/2009 12:10:40 PM | Purple Doors
Walking the Plaza Major
past the fountain of Cibeles
through the Puerta del Sol
purple doors beckoned me in
upon entering
the space felt secret, a dark cavern
home to tapas and Spanish sherry from Jerez
inside a family of women
warmly familiar to me
the girl wore go-go boots
of white patent leather
knee high
her thighs exposed as she sat
with her mother and sister sulking in the dim light
to the back an organ caressed
by an old man in the shadows
multiple tiers of ivory keys under
his fingers he sang folk songs
older than
his grandfather in a voice that had lived
through seasons of saffron and flamenco memories
I did not speak the language
but understood everything
in that underground chamber
a local haunt of businessmen and families
the jewels
of their conversations surrounded me
as I was absorbed by the souls of my ancestors
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/4/2009 9:03:45 AM | In four years I might go home
The water hole was a place he collected his expatriate thoughts, and there, they gathered in his gin and tonic. The only problem was, he would drink it down to the bottom, swallowing his festering, lingering virus. Exploding capillaries stated, “It's a good combatant for malaria”.
don't drink the water
without a shot of quinine
for working tourists
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/5/2009 8:09:31 AM | dirty mouth?
Hand slides slow along, sinuous, a
scratching claw. The skin cringes.
sycophant to its approach. Savage
eyes blaze. Filthy mouth. Desire torn.
So loud. The face bears down
in brutal clamp. Hard lips smash
mouth. A sweat box of pathetic want.
So crude is seething defilement. Choked.
Tastes so cloying. Sugared scars
as candy. Panic owned, she took, he stole.
A sequined suffocation of something lovely.
She pushed. He pulled. Magnetic. Galvanic. Shock.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/5/2009 2:37:32 PM | I love it when you let the shadows in.
nothing wrong with a pathetic want, or need, most times they are the most fulfilling no?
but that last line, shit, alls I can say is......
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/6/2009 9:14:36 AM | Truthy Sweetie thank you so, yeah...its important to like a person's shadows for we cannot always be happy joy joy all the time. Hunh? Thats just plain 'ole phoney baloney.
sushi roll
picture a sushi roll
wrapped up strong, in
the seaweed of a silver eyed soul
tight, secure, and there, it would be
flavored with the richest, wisest wasabi root,
fresh, intense, and textured with a mind blowing
sinus clearing heat. Wouldn't it be grand to know these things?
simple things, like rice and vinegar, sugar, fingers can make such
yummy things come to be. Mmmm sushi...It's a good thing! Dont ya think?
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/9/2009 12:20:00 PM | They say, that falling takes trust. That to fall on purpose also takes strength and acceptance. To say that Fate would play a hand in things, as does timing may seem escapist as, fate can be, also ours to make, in wide witness, seeing. It seems that often there still remains some mystery, some Divine purpose. The Truth? Our secrets are the battlegrounds of war, and the stains are at times, meant to be left, meant to be ours, meant to be read. Messages written may only be just that, messages. But the eternal, beautiful end, is when, that message is delivered, and its offering is accepted. Needing no interpretation. It’s then we know that love is real and that love is you. That to drink from the everlasting spring would be as flame to lips, once parched,
now quenched.
~E~ | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/9/2009 12:29:09 PM |
Fixin’s …
A mixture of ingredients intended or chance
Togetherness the bowl a creation we enhance
Attention two give of intentions this kind love
A making of our own nourishment conceive of
Fine desserts to our mind a comfort of two
Bringing us closer in feeding our souls desires
Breaking our ice a toasty sweetness our attire
Fulfilling hearts a display in which we all admire
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/27/2009 7:39:00 PM | Yo lil ~E~
fatal.
this crush, this blanket need of footsteps
faith, the answer to brevity, the
miscellaneous lines towards divinity.
what becomes of the drawn blade, this
inevitability?, a fine tuned distraction, a
final flaw, bones spread across the floor.
kaleidoscope of failing images, hard to
the wind of mountains, in infinite display of
nights to the flame, straight shots of nothing.
I burned there, you can't save the black places
they grow violent names, heaven and damnation
bound together, always bound together.
this silence, in all it's grand betrayal, delivers
I am air, solitude from the crush, of eyes
running, running to the edge of the world.
..R | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/29/2009 4:15:11 PM | "I burned there, you can't save the black places
they grow violent names, heaven and damnation
bound together, always bound together.
this silence, in all it's grand betrayal, delivers
I am air, solitude from the crush, of eyes
running, running to the edge of the world."
Oh I do like that the rawness in this my dear Truth... | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 6/29/2009 4:16:44 PM | of rice and beans
Dear Carmen,
I watched you in your immaculate kitchen yesterday.
You moved moth-like and frail, flitting in your night gown.
Murmuring Spanish and humming quietly.
Your hair pinned carefully. So delicate as you bombarded the light. You were happy as you crafted memories and passion.
Each movement your personal adagio, love filled and poignant. My heart bloomed bittersweet, for in time I knew you would be just memory. That I might not get to touch your tissue thin skin or kiss your withered cheek, or tell you that I loved you ever again. Instead, I re-arranged your cupboards, put the cups lower so you could reach my love better.
You cook, I re-arrange.
It is like that with family.
When I said goodbye in the evening, I held you so close that I could feel your spine crack within my arms. I embraced you fiercely.
I know you heard me, felt me and were glad for it. Your eyes glowed, for it made you feel mortal. Alive.
I will always see you smiling, stirring that pot, sharing you heart with me, in secret recipes. Showing me love in the only way you know how.
There are no fancy words, no complex metaphors, to illustrate your simplicity. I take your endless impressions and mark my soul indelibly.
I will remember you,
always,
lil ~E~
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/8/2009 5:55:26 AM | ~E. that poem was such a collection of love! I think I will miss her too! :)
That crucial
moment in time
when we decide
within our heart
this is no one ordinary
We compile each moment
deep in our soul
like a dictionary
only to be brought forth again
when we need them
a time we miss them
we can see them again
every little minute of retrieval
so bright in our mind
but a memory that flutters
wild and free inside us
This surely ...must be
Love!
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/11/2009 11:56:55 AM | Hi Hummy, nice to see you sweety
language of objects
they speak to me
the objects, they whisper
softly in a strange language
though the elements are real
their purpose is subjective.
and my fingers
are the apparatus,
painterly contraptions
that articulate the sounds
of my admissible expression
in every gesture.
I would paint more
but I find words afford me
cheaper catharsis of authentic self
and a quicker freeing, of my ragged
edges, than purchased acrylics on canvas.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/11/2009 2:14:26 PM | yo sweet ~E~, still my favorite poet....
or should I just call you Jen?
lol
soft.
her verses were the silent orgasms
fire when the black sent murder, when the eyes
roll back center, like the dead do when
fingertips won't stop believing.
I'll find you by the crucifix, in the blind religion of
your soul, a rigid totem upon the bank of disbelief or
whatever the fuck makes you understand because
all I want is your greed.
she..
gasped when a single word would have done just fine and
brought me to her lips and the silent way they
closed the door, finding god without the shame and
a cool breeze in the moment of her smile.
yet still I hate, born by a ruthless distraction spread
between thighs and tongues bleeding still as
she whispered a torment and I took it all into
time never delivered and, those eyes that
helped me believe
again.
~R~
(must have been her chin)
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/23/2009 12:21:36 PM | only the moment matters
My paintbrush is a chainsaw
I hack at, whack back, sever off
those impressions that flood at me.
Chop them down.
Then sit back and contemplate
my momentary canvas of reality.
Tomorrow, the colors will be different
But I’ll have this, today, in memory.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/26/2009 5:21:50 PM | | enjoying catching up on your latest 'E'...really liked them all...that last little one about 'the moment' sat 'just right'....still using the mobile version of things here,and tryin' 2 figure out how 2 use this phone that does everything but cook me breakfast... no new writes to speak of anyways in my neck-O-the woods.....just reading...and wanted 2say 'hey'...and I still find life,through your eyes, to be quite a refreshing view...thanks 4 tha wonderful word paintings....later tater | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/27/2009 8:02:55 AM | i.
Sandalwood
Anointed by delicate smoky fingers,
revealed in layers of amber warmth
that emanated while it lingered,
clinging to her skin, her hair,
accented by the Tiare Tahiti flower,
she wore behind her ear.
ii.
Vanilla
There, in the tropic laden sweat of crystalline humidity,
came fragrant, floral humility.
There, a diamond fair, as moonlight climbed his shoulders,
dream scented, I knew no reason, other than to observe this child so.
Shhhhh, he whispered
and I smiled.
iii.
Lavender
Squeezed, through oily fingers
the wild pigeons raged
screaming in the branches
of those old banyan trees.
Yesterday, tinted blue in memories
my face first, breasts forward
beating heart exposed, blue asunder
in me, blasts away this venous flow.
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/27/2009 8:30:52 AM | Rare opportunity to find you both here.
*E* I've missed you ... the winds blow the opposite way to send a message. They would circle the globe to find you. ((Watched too many tribal shows yesterday, no modern technoiogy! LOL))
Ash ... ((Hugs gf)) May I say it is wonderful to see you as well. I miss you both very much.
Lucky
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:26:00 PM | Hi my lovely Sunny! Hope you are indeed well sweety.
One nice thing about those winds is that,
eventually the circle the globe…
and find me!
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/27/2009 3:26:17 PM | Yes I am
nails driven through the palms of truth
spirit sunken, dovetailed in wooden
Writings, all
shredded then released, soaring
it is so,
and how weeded violence
becomes reduced to memory
I do this to make them seem sweeter.
vegetarian songs of self control, vicious
internal climbs, no qualms, crying,
nothing at all
ins and outs of red meat eating death throes
Birth, I am the Lamb seeking the Shepherd’s
love, I am
the eagle, laughing
bronzed hard on the shelf, with
shuttered inappropriate thoughts
a killer stuck in a rut
a woman blinking
What else have I to draw from?
"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/28/2009 10:08:44 PM | no one lied about it being easy , not that i believed
the hostility of hands held against a growing realization
the why has disappeared
stolen by the sadness born of belief
dying in sympathetic spasms
time of death lost in lingering looks
toward the door
I chased a feeling once | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/30/2009 12:18:26 PM | Hi T! Its so cool to see you drop in...havent seen you in while. hope you are well, happy and wiser than yesterday! well I'm pretty sure of that one... | |
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| Cathartic Expression of Authentic Self
Posted: 7/30/2009 1:35:51 PM | The mirror is yesterday's news,
smoothing lines of transition,
blurring before and after,
disguising illusion,
putting a new face on
distinction,
as if, unprepared
for what comes next,
when the cracks
of faded memories
age...............she asks,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall!
Hiya E. Thought I'd drop off this phsycho bit for ya! Love the writing going on in here sweety, absolutely amazing stuff! Hope you are well!! | |
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