Elements

THE FIRE IN ME

There is a fire in me...it's name is LUST
No amount of water can put it OUT
I seek RELIEF in a COLD SHOWER
That lasts me about one HOUR
I finally found a way to let my lust go
Write erotic poetry - it gives me NEARLY an orgasm
Without the dangers of strangers, adultery and disease
All I need is my overactive imagination
And an attack of "fuck me please"

                                 
I  failed  because  I  didn’t  give   my   best
Im   winning   because   I  corrected  my  mistakes
I  failed   simply   for  lack   of  game
Im   smiling  coz   after   that  I  saw  a  way.

I  failed   as  a   result   of   self  esteem
I  won   coz   I  added   a  strong   believe
I  failed   because  they  made  me  feel   sick
When   I  focused  again   I began   to  win.

I  failed   because  I  refused   to  change
Im   balling  right   now  coz  I  saw a  way
I  failed to  reach  the  place   I  dreamt
I   won  coz   I couldn’t   let  this  journey   end.

I  failed  at  a  point  I  had  no  hope
That  motivation  inside made  me  strong
I  failed  again  and  I  had to   know
This  was  just  a  sign  for  me   to   move   on.

I  failed perfectly   I  swear
I  won   coz  my  effort   was  on  top  of   the  stairs
I  failed  coz   what  I   did  was   just  fair
After  I  did   it   big   happiness   I  had  to  declaire.

The glory of the Green, of the living spirit of the Earth, when combined with the glory of Aurora, the goddess of Air and Dawn, becomes a thing divine and transcendant. A thing symbolizing the most ancient glories of the Divine Feminine. So goes this poem...

- Green and Blue Divinity -

In the old eon, before that we know today,
The land knew a season of eternal autumn.
For in those times, the green was timeless!
But mortal man did forget the hidden way,
So winter came at last to seal a great doom.
The old powers were gone, and in distress!
The land I speak of is not that we dwell in,
But a realm that now exists only in dreams.
It was not always so, but has become such!
One day, all the magic without and within,
Will course through mankind, in streams…
For some, the old powers will be too much.
And we shall be changed; we will be more!
The least of us shall know true attainment.
I am he who remembers, who lived before,
My soul is immortal, my body but raiment!
Death holds no terrors, life many mysteries.
Have you thought about what man teaches?
It is time to expose the lies in our histories!
Past time to seal, all the widening breaches.

Return unto the green; remember her name,
Her blood gives life eternal, to her children.
Our mother forgets not, her arms stay open!
The sins of the father, fill us all with shame,
And in his name all saints were condemned.
The sheep fed the lion even in his own den!
Her crown was stolen; her station sank low,
And now the wheels turn, and cycles repeat.
The old powers return, and proudly bestow,
Authority unto the faithful to sing so sweet!
Sing, brothers and sisters, even in old exile,
For she is listening to the praises we utter…
I beheld her face, and saw it to bright smile,
A dawn comes anew, breaking every fetter!
The sapphire child did appear, last evening,
And asked me by what name I shall call her.
I spoke the true name of that young divinity,
But names are fleeting to an eternal being…
And that child of the mother, at last did stir!
Aurora, that daughter, looked on me kindly.

Her blue gown shimmered with twinkling…
Like stars in a heaven of a soft sapphire silk.
She caressed my face with her ivory fingers,
Her white wings flapped as she was singing.
Golden tresses, framed a face white, as milk,
Like that of a doll, is her beauty that lingers!
I wanted to bask in the dawn in all her glory,
But she had to go back, to her ethereal plane.
Someday, when all told has been my story…
I will depart with her beyond all mortal pain.
Long has been my path, across the centuries,
And I have seen much that others have not…
Far beyond the lines, of a chart’s boundaries,
My path has ventured to realms past thought.
How can words describe a divine revelation?
Speech lacks the power, of sight and feeling.
I tell of what I can, so you might understand!
There is so much lost talking of illumination,
Like speaking of the sky, beyond the ceiling.
I do not expect every hearer, to comprehend!

I've choosen EARTH as the element representing it through Pottery making.

Poetical Pots-POTTERY

Earthy pots diluted aroma      
The simmery soothing
clayey clusters      
nostrils tapping its very essence        
the fumes of humble paitence      
though it is brown pigmented fragile jar      
but yet immune enough        
to hold the      
liquid and purify the        
Heat
making it fresh
and cool like the spring water    
condensing the insulation    
although it is itself    
baked in raw heat of summers,      
Oiled the twisted truth        
in its basic formation
rising through the stable ripples        
oxidation of the        
earthen emulsifiers.      
The tangible rich poetry crafted by        
the clay artists of chastity.

The theme this time is Earth. Mother Earth, to be precise!

- The Rainbow of The Loa -

A Blessed Miracle in Three Acts

Act One: The Dance

Walking through the jungle one day, in tune with nature's soul,
I chanced upon a clearing, where people danced without control.
Like children all in a circle, beneath the towering cypress trees...
The children of the Loa, swayed with the warm summer breeze.
Singing songs of great antiquity to the spirits of old mama earth,
They heaped about them her blessings, celebrating life and birth!
I felt the spirits upon their backs, like horsemen riding the wind...
And there was peace in that clearing, for no gods did they offend.
Soon the rain began to pour, but still the dance continued long...
For the sky's tears were gentle and cool, nothing feeling wrong.

Act Two: The Song

Have you seen the way children play, the innocence in their eyes,
The way they look upon the entire world, the forest and the skies?
So did those who danced that day appear to all who did behold...
The awakening of the rain to their song, like a prophecy foretold.
In the glistening glow of the sun, through the raindrops' curtain...
I swore that I could see the spirits, whose light was ever certain!
They danced with the dragonflies, whose wings hummed in time,
With the song of the Loa, that the children put into sacred rhyme.
And mama earth, she heard that song and I could feel her smile...
As all her creatures, great and small, remained happy for awhile.

Act Three: The Miracle

In harmony with mama earth, the children called her every name,
Their eyes filled with her love, lit up by the light of her living flame.
What miracle could people ask, who see delight in every moment?
I stayed to watch this spectacle, spellbound by its' enchantment.
Suddenly, the rain did cease whilst quiet was all the world below,
As from the canopy of the trees, descended the colorful rainbow.
I felt such peace at seeing this, as cannot be described too well,
For nature held the magic, and the celebration itself was a spell!
The Loa were the spirits I had seen, who came to bless the land,
Because their children loved them, not because of any command.

CAN EARTH SURVIVE?

THE NEXT WAR WILL BE NUCLEAR BOMBS

Thermal BURNS from INFRARED heat radiation

BETA BURNS from shallow ionizing BETA radiation

GAMMA BURNS from highly penetrating GAMMA radiation

THE CURSES – seizures, tremor, ataxia, lethargy, nausea, vomiting, headache, fever

You will die…rapidly if you are lucky, slowly if you are not

Even the cockroaches will die; it is a myth that they can survive it

It puzzles me why countries have NUCLEAR PROGRAMS

TRINITY, 1945

RDS-1, 1949

HURRICANE, 1952

GERBOISE BLEUE, 1960

596 , 1964

WE HAVE NOT LEARNED AT ALL

WE ARE TICKLING THE DRAGON’S TAIL

THIS IS THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON

What do you think will happen?????

Mariah

At times she’ll blow cold;
other times hot.
But when she blows hard,
she’ll twirl you like a top.

Sending along gusts,
from the north and the south,
then coming round due east,
blowing the bait out of the fishes mouth.

Some sunny days she’s calm;
with no lightning or rain.
Then she’ll work up a stiff gale,
howling like a hurricane.

Sunday she’ll send a carefree breeze
to drift away your blues.
Then Monday, blowing plum silly,
she’ll send you sailing in your shoes.

Sinister of the Sea
why wount you speek to me???
why wont i call???
my mind is in a wounder.
and covered by fog..
why cant i be strong??
and stand for what i please.
only to get broken down,
and crying on my knees.
loneliness fades me...
and i bgain to cover..
i gradually disapeare
into whats not me.
long lasting life.
lost by sea.

-Kumiko Yamamoto

White Wolf

The world is at one
The world at unease

As the water rages and hisses towards the sky
Leaving nothing in it's path as it washes away the stained lands

With my eyes I saw the waters fill it's mouth
And swallowed all who dared near

The earth has trembled, exploding the ground we walk
Leaving all that is tall and strong to fall

I felt the angry shakes as the ground split
Quickly finishing it's rage as it gives a final hum

The sky's grew dark and suddenly appeared
Rage from ground to clouds as it ran through the hills

The wind pushed me back and left me in shock
To watch all it touch tear apart and be lost

With hatred and speed all became bright
As the flames licked all life till it was dust

The heat burnt my nose, my eyes, and my skin
When it left nothing moved but the ash in the wind

I have seen the world speak and I know what I heard
Destruction is painful and the world's been unearthed

I look down to find that the world will move on
As life took a grasp and continued fighting off

The earth turned it's soil and fire recycled
The water sent neutriense and the wind gave them motion