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the lifeline aura of (y)our coronal plasma
a spectacle of the rising spicules
in a destined frenetic cadence
emanate and deciphers prolific
whiffs of ceaseless cosmic tides
in an undiminishing magnificence
brewing timelessly ambrosial dejavu
fantastically unravelling each now
(in no nondescript preverbially puerile
...a bete noir abetting farce of-
impervious narcissistic implosions)
in a self-lessly chanting grandeur fusion
....of the elemental OM OM OM OM
in the uncharted realms
of (y)our pervasive smell
t h a t t h e y a r e
[-the galloping inks of ecstasy.. my wanton brand of musky crisis
in an age-old mellowed accents of a substanially intense something
an endless marathonic midnightly fuel
-the gushly steamy uprising... from the first crop of crashing downpours
over the severe Thar-deserted longing of the now wetly flickering tarroads
hitting hard the nascent monsoonal nights budding with an auspicious
cresentic moon in a bridal shyly veiled magnetic bright lit curvilinears
-the 24*7 uplifting roadside nightshop.. oozing seductive chimney haziness
in purely mixed notes of kicking theobromines & cerealistic baked divinities
steely rimming in thickened soda glass tumblered magnified chatters...left as such
in same permutational alignments of the absential subjects..relay-taken over
by the noisily gheraoed houseflies in their face-to-face gossipy conferenincgs
-the twilightic mooted holy smokiness.. from the brittly dry twiggy senescence
in their all-giving herbal active concocted congregations- virtuously effervescing
in Sati liberations
-the civety javvadu in a phenomenal pheromonal calling.. your nuancing spells
in encyclopaedic aphrodisiacal sutras... in an as & when soothing slow-release
cryptically coming installments ... making me epically crave...a 'Kannagi's Valasai'
syndrome I become in your silent avalanching quenching yearns of this sensual
meltdown... of your forever arrival marrying so conceretley abstract..that never
is in lustily decadent indulgent proportions of erratically flirtatious eroticisms..]
-l o v e . just and pure. whatmore.
Published 22nd Nov 2019
Author's Note
l o v e. just and pure. whatmore . you know Rob xx <3
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22nd Nov 2019 5:08pm
I noted in the podcast Spotlight of Rob's profound piece his ability with unconventional word usages. Also noting it here. "an endless marathonic midnightly fuel" for instance.
Your first four stanzas are quite startling in the way you capture the essence of the living moment. In my studies of Buddhism, aligning and realigning with the living moment is a great deal of the practice. Straying into the illusion of the past brings disharmony, there is no past, there is only ever the living moment. Straying into worry of the future is likewise illusory, for the same reason.
I take a morning constitutional everyday and, over the past several months, have transformed the biological rhythms of my blood pressure and heart rate, dropping both around 50% to numbers standard for an athlete. I've been thinking about this lately, how much we are able to alter the essence of being by concerted intention. When I began my health journey I realized, a decision isn't one decision, it is a series of decisions. Anyways, went off on a tangent.
Your closing four stanzas are prodigiously vivid in their sensual detail. I don't think I've ever had occasion to say such a thing under someone's writing, though it does suit pieces I have read from you previously. There is this sense of being intoxicated by the various levels of attraction and arousal you receive from your lover, the sights, smells, energetic resonance. It's really amazing to contemplate.
Your first four stanzas are quite startling in the way you capture the essence of the living moment. In my studies of Buddhism, aligning and realigning with the living moment is a great deal of the practice. Straying into the illusion of the past brings disharmony, there is no past, there is only ever the living moment. Straying into worry of the future is likewise illusory, for the same reason.
I take a morning constitutional everyday and, over the past several months, have transformed the biological rhythms of my blood pressure and heart rate, dropping both around 50% to numbers standard for an athlete. I've been thinking about this lately, how much we are able to alter the essence of being by concerted intention. When I began my health journey I realized, a decision isn't one decision, it is a series of decisions. Anyways, went off on a tangent.
Your closing four stanzas are prodigiously vivid in their sensual detail. I don't think I've ever had occasion to say such a thing under someone's writing, though it does suit pieces I have read from you previously. There is this sense of being intoxicated by the various levels of attraction and arousal you receive from your lover, the sights, smells, energetic resonance. It's really amazing to contemplate.
Anonymous
22nd Nov 2019 7:49pm
Shall leave the poetic sensibilities to above, Daniel articulates & offers insights on the very depths of interpretation. Your words wrap around my once frozen heart, to leave all & nothing in erupting furnace. Love Me xx
24th Nov 2019 4:26am
you always seem to remember the elements created by the sun inside all of us. In your work those roots break the crust. Blessedly moved must be the recipients of your spiritual lust.
24th Nov 2019 9:25pm
One cannot speak of the vastness of the great ocean to a frog that lives in a well...Zhuangzi. Your poem is the vastness of the great ocean, uma.
Balance & Harmony...Harry
Balance & Harmony...Harry
