SEX!!!!
..> After the earth finally touches the sun,
and the long explosion stops suddenly
like a heart run down,
the world might seem white and quiet
to something that watches it in the sky at night,
so something might feel small,
and feel nearly human pain.
But it won't happen again:
the long nights wasted alone, what's done
in doorways in the dark by the young,
and what could have been for some.
Think of all the lovers and the friends!
Who does not gather his portion of them
to himself. at least in his mind?
Sex eased through everyone,
even when slipping into death
as into a beloved's skin,
and prying out again to find
the body slumped, muscles slack.
and bones begun their turn to dust.
Then no one minds when one lover
holds another, like an unloaded sack.
But the truth enters at the end of life.
It enters like oxygen into every cell
and the madness it feeds there in some
is only a lucid metaphor
for something long burned to nothing,
like a star.
How do you get under your desire?
How do you peel away each desire
like ponderous clothes, one at a time,
until what's underneath is known?
We knew genitals as small things
and we were ashamed they led us around,
even if the hill where we'd lie down
was the same hill the universe unfolded upon
all night, as we watched the stars,
when for once our breathing seemed to blend.
Each time, from that sweet pressure
of hands, or the great relief of the mouth,
a person can be led out of himself
Isn't it lonely in the body?
The myth says we ooze about as spirits
until there's a body made to take us,
and only flesh is created by sex.
That's why we enter sex so relentlessly,
toward the pleasure that comes
when we push down far enough
to nudge the spirit rising to release,
and the pleasure is pleasure of pure spirit,
for a moment all together again.
So sex returns us to beginning, and we moan.
Pure sex becomes specific and concrete
in a caress of breast or slope of waist:
it flies through itself like light, it sails
on nothing like a wing, when someone's there
to be touched, when there's nothing wrong.
So the actual is touched in sex,
like a breast through cloth: the actual
rising plump and real, the mind
darting about it like a tongue.
This is where I wanted to be all along:
up in the world, in touch with myself. . .
Sex, invisible priestess of a good God,
I think without you I might just spin off.
I know there's no keeping you close,
as you flick by underneath a sentence
on a train, or transform the last thought
of an old nun, or withdraw for one moment alone.
Who tells you what to do or ties you down!
I'd give up the rest to suck your dark lips.
I'd give up the rest to fix you exact
in the universe, at the wildest edge
where there's no such thing as shape.
What a shame I am, if reaching the right person
in a dim room, sex holds itself apart
from us like an angel in an afterlife,
and, with the ideas no one has even dreamed,
it wails its odd music for pure mind.
After there's nothing,
after the big blow-up of the whole shebang,
what voice from what throat
will tell me who I am? Each throat
on which I would have quietly set my lips
will be ripped like a cheap sleeve
or blown apart like the stopped-up
barrel of a gun. What was inside them
all the time I wanted always
to rest my mouth upon?
I thought most everything
stuck dartlike in the half-dome of my brain,
and hung there like fake stars in a planetarium.
It's true that things there changed into names,
that even the people I loved were a bunch of signs,
so I felt most often alone.
This is a way to stay alive and nothing to bemoan.
We know the first time we extend an arm:
the body reaches so far for so long.
We grow and love to grow, then stop, then lie down.
I wanted to bear inside me this tender outcome.
I wanted to know if it made sex happen:
does it show up surely in touch and talk?
does it leak from the mind, as heat from the skin?
I wanted my touching intelligent, like a beautiful song.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The Vampire Queen
The muffled sound of mans noise and an inns activity
Meant that no one really paid much attention to me
Me. The Dark Prince, the soul slayer
I was just passing through this village, on another adventure
As I peered from my black hooded cloak
And puffed away on some local smoke
I remember the last adventure I had just come from
A quest which I wish i could belong
It was about a 10-day ride from the west of this place
A small town, where everyone wore a frightened face
I am used to pale faces looking at me in fright
Since I am the Dark Prince, the son of night
I found an inn and a place to rest
When this young woman walks in a black silk dress
She speaks to the innkeeper and he points to me
And although within shadows I knew she could see
Now I have travelled the universe and seen it all
But this woman was the most beautiful of them all
Her black silk skirt matched her corset of leather
And she walked with the grace of a falling feather
Her long black hair and her pale skin
She was just simply amazing
I sensed her darkness within her beauty
When she came and sat down next to me
With a voice of angel and of death
She seduced me with every breath
"Forgive me, but are you not the Dark Lord?"
I nod my head she couldn't be ignored
"What do you want mortal?" I whisper
Although in my heart I wanted to kiss her
She laughed at said "Awe but I am no Mortal"
"I like you Dark Prince come from another portal"
When she spoke I saw her white teeth
And two sharp fangs like a daggers sheath
With my hand on my sword I say
"I should slay you now demon, without delay"
"I am the Dark Prince but I am akin to none"
"But you vampire seem to be a special someone"
"So tell me why do you want from me?"
Her beautiful face looked up, "To travel with thee"
"My name is Lillith, but others know me as the Vampire Queen"
"I am tired of blood and being heard of but never seen"
"I am an outcast and a freak"
I lift my finger to her lips to stop her to speak
"I understand my Queen, I too am exiled to a dream"
"Such beauty cursed with a thirst for blood, I understand"
And I take of my gauntlet and hold her hand
I look in her eyes of burning desire and lust
"You will accompany me until I find you a land full of hope and trust"
"Never would I offer such help because I travel alone"
"But you are beyond beautiful so I will take you home"
Her eyes fill up with darkness
"Thank you your Highness"
"I have been roaming world after world looking for you"
"I know you are the Dark Prince but there is good in you"
I say nothing I just get up and walk to the inn door
"Come my vampire queen, we have lands to explore"
Those days I travelled with the Vampire queen
Where perhaps the happiest I have ever been
I took her to a land across the sea
A place where she would be happy
But the Vampire Queen always is a part of me.
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Let me take you there....
People seem hell bent on breaking records
Seems like they never cut free of their umbilical chords
I've broken no records but a cut hole in society
To escape the furry of reality
With my soft fingertips I gently tear
A vortex into a world, we can share
So come on, let me take you there
Let me take you there
Night times and lazy afternoons
It's like being on good magic mushrooms
Rainbow skies and blurry days
Where the birds sing 'purple haze'
The smell of perfume fills the air
So come on, let me take you there
Let me take you there
Raindrops trickle rather than spit
And where everyone seems to fit
Peoples smiles are semi circular
And emotions are familiar
A gentle breeze without a care
So come on, let me take you there
Let me take you there
The man in the moons face is full of mirth
As he gleefully laughs at his mother Earth
Man and animals, go hand in paw
Fish and birds, go fin in claw
Utopia and freedom, honesty and loyalty
Just close your eyes and follow me
Come on, it's a dare
Send me a postcard when you're there
Let me take you there.
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sisters poem/ dedicated to my sister, called talking to a tombstone
Talking to a tombstone
The cold hairs that stick up on my neck
The sun high in the clouds, like a little speck
The morning dew that dampens the grass
reminds me that another year has past
I've not forgotten you, every time the birds sing
It reminds me of everything
But another year has past,and i have grown
And i find myself talking to a tombstone
I sit and look at the moss that has gathered around the grey edge
I look to the side of me and see the wild berries in the hedge
I tell you about my day
I ask you why you went away?
I smile but i feel so much sadness
And i tell you, you are truly missed
I put the newly bought flowers by last years bunch
I get out my sandwiches and tell you the news over lunch
I tell that it is late and that i must be getting home
I feel better talking to a tombstone
I clean the grave with my hankie in my pocket
I can hear you giggle and tell me to stop it
I tell you that i still love you
And that was one thing which was always true
I never lied about that!
That's an eternal fact
I get up from my wet knees
I feel the tears get colder in the breeze
And i walk away, i feel you in me, i am not alone
Says me, talking to a tombstone
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Karma
Universal In the core, in the clouds, In the Sea
In anything you touch, in everything in me
The whisper, the shout, the silence
Crowds, couples, alone, avoidance
Hours, minutes, seconds and years
Happy, sad, frightened fears
The birds in the trees, the birds in the sky
The tears at birth, the tears when you die
The thunder and lightening, the rain and the snow
In the heart, in the soul, only you know
The artist paints white with shades of black
The beggar never cowers from any attack
For what happens to others, always comes back
Karma