I thought my pain was due to his absence
yet the delusions arose in his presence
my uncontrolled desirous attachment
formed unfulfilled relationship wishes
I no longer sensed the man behind the mask
begging for a freedom he refused to imagine
loathe to face the grim consequences
of his actions, or their lack
Infinite
Endless
Space
You create your future today
Do not become overwhelmed by the opportunities
If What if is What is then Why not What if
Something fucking fantastic.
Let us come together like fire and ice
to create the perfect fog
to slowly uncover the puzzle
put together by sightless senses
somehow complete and smooth around the edges
Won’t you create intentionally with me?
Let us build a masterpiece of a life
reciprocity
boundless giving, love instead of fears
we have such fun to make
a home of sex and joy
transforming life
for hearts we touch
and we strive to touch them all
with a swinger’s gift
unique lust lends
to love
after
all.
You showed me gypsy magic
under light of waxing moon
simple, soulful tunes,
banged out with wooden spoons
passed down from father to son
carved with mystic ruins
creating music for ear
hair raises on skin
I feel it on my neck
like hot breath
and scruff scratch
I feel it on my lower back
where kidneys rub tissue to soundtracks
my arching spine senses the divine
from this music made
so much more than sound tonight
as only magic that persuades
the body move separate from mind
out of control, dancing in time
to art brought forth from empty space
a fire burns within this place
a story comes forth from your lips
I’m dancing with it on my hips
it is hypnotic as I twirl
no longer human, no more a girl
a spirit, light and transformed, airy
you moved me with the music sound
so that my feet no longer meet ground
yet I dance, so moved by you
and you by my words
as you play your tune.
We came together this cold night
to create intentionally by candle light
both romantics, painfully, to core
wishing freedom from attachment
wishing for much more.
yet still finding the body
anything but a bore
because these human sensations
can be felt in each pore
Have you counted them recently?
there are billions
yet we call it one piece
don’t see it fragmented
and wish for release –
from what?
It’s the thoughts and desires
like three deadly poisons
like witches who snare
with unsolicited visions
inciting toxic ambition
that clings to an “I”
not found in team
not found in love
which only gives, lest I dream
and yearn to receive as much as I live
to selflessly, unabashedly strive
to get rid of the ego and get rid of my pride.
Until I have made much more progress here,
I just yearn for the music
to help me release fear
the magic is working
as the gypsies knew
the music is magic
and the music
is you.
I like how the painted pleats butterfly out from the groin
on stained denim jeggings, skin tight jeans
as if to say “Look here! I am transformed! Unzip me!”
I enjoy the jerry-built cursive writing
evidence of its removal from the curriculum
now staining the empowered clothes we wear
my breasts: the billboard of the uneducated but equal
exceptions made to lower the standards
so that we can sustain
an earth past its carrying capacity
and evacuate those who hasten its end
For the first time in history
We have lost daily danger
Robots doing most arduous work
Steadfast protection from perceived external threats
So we no longer fight to live
Turning our choices over to untrained professionals
Motivated by momentary monetary gains
Unhappy lacking distraction in still moments
We interchanged dogmas
So we can scoff at virtue, instead
Worshipping power and profit strawmen
Spiritual faith exchanged for political cocksucking
We are no longer compelled to fix ourselves
We are machinery now repairable with medication
Our bodies broken before birth
Necessitating genetic modification
We manipulate nature’s randomness
We have erased beauty because man perceives
Chaos where nature reigns pure and cyclical
Revealing the path we walk now is narrow
Not spacious and hopeful and bright
Drinking cold blackberry bubly
In the hot Himalayan-salted bath
In the apartment I rent
And listening to Nat King Cole
I belch loudly four times through the open window
Being a woman in the twenty-first century isn’t so bad
As long as I hold patience for people
And cherish the other that is not me.
Saturday: the day I’m designating for the shameless sharing of my artistic endeavors whether they be poetic, painted or playlist.
We’ll kick it off this week with painting & poetry.
Below, oil painting, “Where is my mind?”
Below, excerpt from November-release poem, “Come Together“:
… as only magic that persuades
Come Together, 2020
the body move separate from mind
out of control, dancing in time
to art brought forth from empty space
a fire burns within this place
a story comes forth from your lips
I’m dancing with it on my hips
it is hypnotic as I twirl
no longer human, no more a girl
a spirit, light and transformed, airy …
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Since Hump Day was a little on the nose, I’ve turned to Thirsty Thursday as the appropriate weekday to share Channeled Love Letters.
These tasty treats range from love poems to stories to love letters to playlists and more! Using intuition, clairvoyance, meditation, and creativity mixed with my own cherishing and affectionate love, I have crafted a mixture of fun, smutty, and heartfelt pieces.
These letters are made of words channeled through me from lost lovers, distant places, notes pressed upon my mental continuum, felt in the world’s energy, experienced directly or made up completely.
If that doesn’t make sense yet, I’m sure it soon will. Today I’ll leave you with something short and sweet.
Subtle Devotion
In quiet moments
My mind calls on you
Astral meditation
I touch your cheek
A muse for your mind
& pray to vain gods
That our karma entwine
It is difficult to admit
to being the victim
of biological warfare
It is difficult to admit
to being violated
by those you have never met
It is easy to wish
for an absence of vulnerability
in times of relentless ignorance
where an elusive truth
escapes all who reach for it
eviscerated in smoke and mirrors
It is easy to blame
the people in front of us
for the games the elite play
It is difficult to be
serf, prey, and plaything
for those who vie for our extinction
It is difficult to admit
we freely offer our futures to those
who will celebrate our destruction.
I yearn for the values of my grandmother
not catholic, not starched and sterilized by religion
not rusty morals nor ignorant rules
I yearn for the values of my grandmother
curled around me with love and kindness
virtuous actions bringing peace to minds
I strive to create a pure moral discipline
in my self, as I saw in my grandmother
something rare in the face of today’s anger
hatred, attachment, confusion
I yearn for the wealth of my grandmother
an uncontaminated purity, patience
her undeniable courage and unconditional love
Though they assert they’re not
It’s that time of year
As winter taps his frigid nails against
Autumn’s clock
We’re reminded
Though we may pretend
We can’t stop the seasons nor change the tides
All living die and
All things end
While a regular cold and flu season
Begins again
The Halfwit Writer