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free- fall fantasia, 'this love' in forever refrain
a see-through glassy slurry
..what this body’s succulence
of a cacti’s plumping crosssection
holds still.. in its gluey~ glowing
messy mass of a quagmiry
translucence..
this love
in an emotional stir
of a catalytic emulsion
grind... in the drizzly
irrigational mists.. each
micronizing sprinkle
holds a swelling oilwell
of a dusky musk ambergris
in its flotilla bloaty rubric
façade .. a cupric bluish
highlight rouge~ of a
peacocking iridescence
this love
in an antediluvian~ fossilized
beady eyes of a resinous amber~
of myrrh exude.. from this
overwhelming Moringa's
luscious vascular.. as
serially bubble~ gumming
stuurdy stud embeds
of a ravenously invitational
ripen biting appetite..
sunning in your rippling
chiffony radiant sprawl
..a Kalahari expanse, bears
vulnerable those mystical
sloshy~ stomatal oasis
in mercurial brims
this love
in its unleashing (a)maze.. the
‘moist’~ ly oozing leafy veins...
of a cut-open rocky diehardcore
this love
manifests..
& then
(that maniacally restless
ruffling solitary bird in rusting
red autumnal alerted bunch
of even nascent featherlets
.. in an early ~ senescing
fall of an irony...
in brightly acute
momentary uprisings
as needling in distantly
glaucous coniferous canopies
of many tiny eucalyptussy
mountainous erections..
pin(n)ing high towards
the searching abyss
of your touching skies..)
to now, falls
unto your earnest eyes
(from those cold
& bleak.. blanking~ blindness..
wakes upto shrill hotness hues
of your sparking Kundalini sunrise~
filling in my vital humouring
hunger)
[.. your eventual arrival
in a gravity~ dislocating sacral
shyly~ butterflying crisis... churns
an orgasmic rush of an
emptying cranial lightness
from primally drilling in
drum~ births... of a
thunder~ stricken tribal
warfare bosom~ in a
monsoonal downpouring
(one) congressional
anticipation]
only in the (un)becoming
a rapidly punctured airless
balloon... unfurls a gorgeous
invisible self, that’s
journaling the journeys
in mantric scriptures..
…. falling in deep divine
intertwining bouts
of a tantric S L E E P
in our One awakening
this love
of (y)our
eternal find
Published 12th Dec 2020
Author's Note
#116 #ERULGCT .Rob xx
Also #NoPoo/ 131220/ 01:28:57
A trancing love in the search & find.. in the ongoing journey ..
.. a scribble from the chaos of a living daily to a dreamy surreal extrapolation... in which
& where.. the truth is in the feltness .. no need to dissect & deconstrut in petty minded logics perhaps.. Light & Love Ev .
Pic>Web
Also #NoPoo/ 131220/ 01:28:57
A trancing love in the search & find.. in the ongoing journey ..
.. a scribble from the chaos of a living daily to a dreamy surreal extrapolation... in which
& where.. the truth is in the feltness .. no need to dissect & deconstrut in petty minded logics perhaps.. Light & Love Ev .
Pic>Web
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Anonymous
12th Dec 2020 9:26pm
Always wished to live underwater. A stellar scribble. I need to revisit and allow myself to be drowned by your words. Love xxx
15th Dec 2020 5:01pm
15th Dec 2020 3:27pm
Your writing is so beautiful, it is easy to get lost in it - a gorgeous oasis in the midst of a stressful life. The picture is perfect. xo
15th Dec 2020 5:00pm
Awwe Gratitudes Much dear K adored Poetess.. This means a lot in these strange times of the blackly world ..Light & Love Ev 💖🙏🔥✍
I've been taking a little time off site to realign myself with source and wellness, both physically and spiritually. Began a calisthenics routine that had me hardly able to tie my shoes for 4 days, but I've acclimated quickly. Now I can tie my shoes with only mild agony. Need to change up a fitness routine or you cease having progress and plateau. Really should have done it a year ago. Anyhow, glad to be back, especially to read you and Rob
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Check out the book Good Morning, Midnight by Lily Brooks Dalton. It will not disappoint. Utterly captivating depths of loneliness in subtle storytelling, which is largely the human condition.
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This is the only mild temperature time of year and we are enjoying it, leaving the front door to the screened in porch open and my cat goes freely in and out. He is acclimating to being in doors all the time. I feel bad to take his freedom, but he is safe and healthy, It's only a matter of time before he comes home mauled, diseased or doesn't return at all, if I keep letting him roam unsupervised. Such is life, my friend.
I've hours of catch up to play on site so I probably won't read everything that everyone has posted, I'll try to read a few things by everyone I follow and lend some insight. This poem reminded me of that dream of being underwater. You imbue such spirit into your writing, your erotic is sensual to the entwining of spirits. Your elemental and atmospheric writing holds the raging and sacrosanct silent lulls of the world, which holds us in its palm, all our days. You unveil the glory of the macrocosmic and the universality of the microcosmic. There are galaxies within a subatomic particle. You know this more deeply than I, whose third eye stands, most often, half opened.
In friendship,
Daniel
I walked to the store just now, through the neighborhoods and encountered a goat, of all things. On the return trip, I watched a flock of pigeons fly a smooth elliptical orbit around a tree, ten clockwise revolutions. I cannot find any websites with clear interpretations of bird flight, though it is mentioned in period literature. I would like to know what that strange sight would portend to some ancient observer. One of countless things lost to the relentless march of time, I suppose.
I was talking books with the bank teller and she accidentally gave me $30 extra, which I returned. She thanked me and said she'd have gotten in trouble at the end of the day. Then I gave $5 to a homeless man with a sign that read, Please help. Walked past the blood donation place and looked inside. I'll go another day. I've been out a few hours already and am a bit tired. Energy doesn't stretch as far as it used to, in my youth. Party all night and still do a 14 hour shift at work, then party all the following night.
Check out the book Good Morning, Midnight by Lily Brooks Dalton. It will not disappoint. Utterly captivating depths of loneliness in subtle storytelling, which is largely the human condition.
I had this dream there was a hurricane. I was passing a posh hotel and the employees were scrambling to get a tarp over a pool. I jump in to help and it is so deep. So I am slowly walking up the side wall, regarding hieroglyphics in the tilework mosaic. Also I had this recurring dream where I can see across the entire country from this high place. I see the Washington Monument, the Statue of Liberty, far to the North.
This is the only mild temperature time of year and we are enjoying it, leaving the front door to the screened in porch open and my cat goes freely in and out. He is acclimating to being in doors all the time. I feel bad to take his freedom, but he is safe and healthy, It's only a matter of time before he comes home mauled, diseased or doesn't return at all, if I keep letting him roam unsupervised. Such is life, my friend.
I've hours of catch up to play on site so I probably won't read everything that everyone has posted, I'll try to read a few things by everyone I follow and lend some insight. This poem reminded me of that dream of being underwater. You imbue such spirit into your writing, your erotic is sensual to the entwining of spirits. Your elemental and atmospheric writing holds the raging and sacrosanct silent lulls of the world, which holds us in its palm, all our days. You unveil the glory of the macrocosmic and the universality of the microcosmic. There are galaxies within a subatomic particle. You know this more deeply than I, whose third eye stands, most often, half opened.
In friendship,
Daniel
