Tag: poetry

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I don’t like to yell

I don’t like to yell

But I love to break the silence

To penetrate

It’s the first breath

The tip of birth

And you can’t find that kind of moment in movement and stimulation

Go silent for a moment

Svāhā!

Climax

Hands full of prana

Roar through your pores in the safest place

Feel the goodness and the horror

Accept it and become more than vessel

I don’t need to yell through pressure when I’m molded because of it

I like to whisper and pray in my head by my lonesome next to a river under a bridge or something

I don’t want anyone to hear me either, not now it’s too late now

And jokester is my middle name

I got it from my father and they got yelling from our mother

But I

I don’t like to yell

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Beginning in your pores

God

Did I make it

I’m in your pores

I want to form with you

Become everything

Mercy me Brahman

I want to be felt

For Ganesha to pluck my harps strings and

Place me down

Sing me a song or something

Tell me it’s real

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Listen

Angels speak

I’ve warned you

Warning. Red. Alarmed. Gut.

Warning

Have a problem?

Confront yourself

Don’t pretend to forget

Don’t rely on other to remember

You are the pilot

Spirit knows what you know

And you know what you know

So hold oneself accordingly

Bear the flame you’ve created

Dance in it

Feed the seeds you sow with the ashes

Ain’t no one to blame but yourself; if one must

Catch a mirror, catch a blade

Capture the power of choice as you catch the sunrise

Our choices; we choose

What future are you voting for

With every breathe, each rising, every move

Every seed

As you’ve placed your opinions and judgements through the paths created

Everyday of the the rest of your life

You have placed your bets

You have created the paths

And ultimately

Believe it or not

You are in charge

Embrace it or fall in line

Lead or be lead

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El sol

The sun kisses my body and tells me he’s my new lover

be with me tenderly

leaving elegantly then

coming back home

always

to warm breath and my brown skin

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Self-sooth

There isn’t a wrong moment to caress yourself

undress yourself

explode into the ether

once more

become it all

made of pleasure and senses

sensations craving seasons

birthed in rainwater

rose water streaming down my face

between my breast

my own universe

and every piece of me floats off wandering

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Sunsets and backwoods

you were sunsets and backwoods
brought me under, drowned me baby
then coming back through frosted windows
my ever after
my everlasting
sip
dripped in painted rays
in another way, on another day you’ll find me
until then
chocolate hues of bellies and life’s sweets
expired love
savoring you
Oh the opaqueness of a stale smoke