Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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the art
to being
  reborn 
again
..and again

the gods

wanderers of the night

giddy heads twirling
 leaving marks
in mind
hot air brewing
stirring
the stillness of night
 waking

the gods
i'm learning
anew
ways of
intimacy
 harmony
  of self
all
sharing..

to become transparent
..fully seen
the skies 
have crystallized
coming down
hard.
maniacal highs

sinking dark
through light matter

celestial selves

lusting after flesh

injecting
 blue dreams
into eyes
burning blank
 field of lies.

 foreign chills
gnawing at our needs

i find you in tomorrow
      scenes
met you in a frenzy
 of the night scenes
shadows of a past lives
unborn
.. now

before it begins.

 i feed myself now
on morning light
 sun rise

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

así

besame mucho..
 que tengo miedo
   a tenerte
y perderte
                después

i believe deeply
in the miracle
  of you
in that which
  lives forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLsg_Lk819s

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

ars est

utter labour fabricate make mark state restate make remake find in mind mind sight hindsight mind hind remind remember reflect reflect upon think think upon think over think about rethink reify try attempt arrest alter recognize refute reiterate reify defend fight fuck fill fear feel drain see sing hear read know wonder question quest inquest inquiry quit call count care cannot experience express extract detract direct indulge involve include induce indict instinct distinct distinguish dictate demand dare dream vision sight insight insist interest inter est inter homo est ars est art
is
human
world of
unique mass
minded makings of
 earth
biological life
man, a kind inside
marking its faces
their traces
spewing out seas
of identities
swimming its way to a shore
and a next
and a next
and a next
and a..
next ocean
flowing freely
pensively
making ways in water
watering a way
on earth
who, once
had no name, yet
wording the world
our claim became
the death of her, she
who gave us fingers hands
toes feet and eyes that see
yet cannot see that
our in between is
insignificant
for she is all that
and beyond

she awakes
turns in her sleep
breathes in to night
out to day
inspiring her ways
throwing us back again
at the mercy of her feet
she sits up straight
never looks away
hands folded in lap
resting our head
we are
 her
children
she bears our birth, our

world of ars
naturally growing
to become
a work of
 art
artifact
facts of self 
his story
of a kind of man

remembering always
mother of
man
and her days of
 sun

Saturday, May 5, 2012

every thing is a complete
way
of life

every day is a day to
worship

every day..is a sun
 day of
giving light
 birth
day to night
to day
 dedicated
to the self,

 your
self.

Friday, May 4, 2012

the flowers promise

paradisiac colours and
 scents.

i am home now, amidst
the thrill of your
 tongue
splitting your
 teeth
on
 this,
 marbling flesh, my
 interstellar diary,
mors code tipping
topping skies
inking mountains with
 indigo bright
 liquid thighs

tingle tickling these
 depths
of
mingling minds.

to awake again
to this
awaymare

 theft
in the night.

bright moment

bellying..

  ready to erupt
  colour these simple
   words
  spread wide letters of
                       green,
                      flowering to know
                      yellow golden
                      bright eyes.
   missioned to lay one down with
   every one step, caring fully.
   offering
     two
    hands
                    caressing
                    the earth, her
                    womb, giving
                    light to
                    each
  each day..

a belly full
of

simple words
of light, and
love, and
..life
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Rp-PLDXZIs

Friday, April 27, 2012

ministry of

your sun rising
 my sky
your glow heating
 my high
and your
 shimmer
revealing my inner
sinner

silvering these days of grays and

in the split of your turning
i cling
to these girdling hilltops of
 floating caresses
clouds of
 tickling molasses

i flutter flap stutter
floating on featherweight chairs
the immaculate hands of
  love
dancing, fastening her downy gown

devoted to this utter, this
 honey hum
buttering the air with
 soft
sounding kisses

i want to pluck every fruit
sink in this seed of
lulling little sighs
 glutting
me inside
 juicing from my eyes
  bubbling
 through my thighs

yes, pluck every fruit

spread my wings over
these fertile grounds
by which we move our
floating feet to
this folkloric stamping

and our hearts gliding
now riding
on beats of
ancient riddles
wordless rhythms

mystery of
 mind
levity of
 soul

your moon
light
 seeping
through the night

Sunday, April 15, 2012

he came

and her belly
 danced
to the night, with
silver light sparkles of
 life.
breathing in her
 stillness, beating
light
..inside

Saturday, March 3, 2012

swelling inside

i think i'm
 growing
back,

blackwards in time..to 
indigo dreams, dipped in 
flowers of gold
clouds of strawberried cream
 showering pink arrowed stars
  shining for eternity
signing
  clear

into night