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Presence of darkness is firmly agreed
It burns like lava ...
Reluctantly floating
in the muddy flow of the day with a
languid somnambulist,
bound by the storyline,
the severity of the curse,
At the hour when the
windows are filled with cold ,
suddenly revives from sleep,
extinguishes
delirium and suffering
in a black glass of wine with his breath .
On the marble floor
in the luxury of mourning,
eager to overcome herself,
the only-begotten daughter
will kneel down on the knees of a
proud tribe
Article and pride
completely cast -
steel on stubborn lips,
so independent ...
As a submissive
at night in cruel hands!
With a wave - to blood, but the
presence of darkness is firmly agreed
at night.
The walls with moans
converge like stone
into the vault of a voluntary prison.
A thread of crimson
skin will be
pulled together by an iron sunset.
Fear in reflection,
body in motion -
Soul will be bare for a moment.
In passion - as in a flame,
years of suffering:
fever - and immediately chills
for the sake of a moment of
obedience ...
Rage ... and madness ... Stop.
Reluctantly floating
in the muddy flow of the day with a
languid somnambulist,
bound by the storyline,
the severity of the curse,
At the hour when the
windows are filled with cold ,
suddenly revives from sleep,
extinguishes
delirium and suffering
in a black glass of wine with his breath .
On the marble floor
in the luxury of mourning,
eager to overcome herself,
the only-begotten daughter
will kneel down on the knees of a
proud tribe
Article and pride
completely cast -
steel on stubborn lips,
so independent ...
As a submissive
at night in cruel hands!
With a wave - to blood, but the
presence of darkness is firmly agreed
at night.
The walls with moans
converge like stone
into the vault of a voluntary prison.
A thread of crimson
skin will be
pulled together by an iron sunset.
Fear in reflection,
body in motion -
Soul will be bare for a moment.
In passion - as in a flame,
years of suffering:
fever - and immediately chills
for the sake of a moment of
obedience ...
Rage ... and madness ... Stop.
Published 25th Jan 2022
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25th Jan 2022 9:27pm
Holy f**k. The most powerful and stunning stream of consciousness ever written. Echoing images that live within my soul. Just wow.
25th Jan 2022 10:07pm
I LOVE that you were able to plug into my stream of consciousness so completely my dear Shaman. :) And I adore your lovely feedback; stunning and powerful makes me really happy. I had wondered if anyone would really understand my chaos. Sharing the artwork of my soul and reflecting those images is confusing. Thank you for sharing with me. I love the wow too. ;) xoxo
25th Jan 2022 9:28pm
25th Jan 2022 10:32pm
Hey Ron, I love that you found it an awesome read and thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. :) It's been a hard year so unfortunately I have not been able to be active here for a while but I thought I would post something. xoxo
I didn't see this as a stream of consciousness
I see it as a consistent pattern in your writing.
You constantly invite us to your dark side.
Writing what other's contemplate in a blackened Journey you bind our minds and strip down to your intrinsic core of wicked servitude
Yes, it's you all the way
Good to have you back
Missed you in the poetic lair...
BIG LIKE
I see it as a consistent pattern in your writing.
You constantly invite us to your dark side.
Writing what other's contemplate in a blackened Journey you bind our minds and strip down to your intrinsic core of wicked servitude
Yes, it's you all the way
Good to have you back
Missed you in the poetic lair...
BIG LIKE
26th Jan 2022 5:15pm
I suppose I feel like most of my writing is stream of consciousness in one way or another. :)
Ah, patterns... the undertones of who we are showing through...
I am most comfortable in the dark. And I have experiences a lot of it.
Definitely a traveler on a journey in the darkness. Ah yes, I love stripping down in wicked servitude.
...
Thank you, that means a lot to me. xoxo
And thank you for sharing with me.
I missed the BIG LIKEs. :)
Ah, patterns... the undertones of who we are showing through...
I am most comfortable in the dark. And I have experiences a lot of it.
Definitely a traveler on a journey in the darkness. Ah yes, I love stripping down in wicked servitude.
...
Thank you, that means a lot to me. xoxo
And thank you for sharing with me.
I missed the BIG LIKEs. :)
25th Jan 2022 11:59pm
In the sleepwalk of life we are pulled into the realm of fire and ice begging of us and the world to let us breathe, let us feel, if only for a fleeting moment...to spread our desire as we hang on to the cusp of another...you have a way dearest Kristina xo
26th Jan 2022 5:15pm
And you have such a way of understanding Tim, I love the realm of fire and ice... feeling the extremes. Begging for it and to repeat those moments again and again. Letting my desires infect another, bringing them into the extreme with me. I love to hang on the cusp of another. Thank you for sharing with me. xoxo
26th Jan 2022 6:46pm
Oh yes! so much fire my dear Francisco. Sometimes I do burn myself from within - it is impossible to contain the passion and lust... Thanks for sharing with me. xoxo
26th Jan 2022 1:31am
Hey Kristina:)
This is your trademark. Its got all of your erotica elements.
Heat, darkness and submission. Not to mention that fabulous pic.
You do this so well!!
This is your trademark. Its got all of your erotica elements.
Heat, darkness and submission. Not to mention that fabulous pic.
You do this so well!!
26th Jan 2022 6:51pm
Hey lovely Chica... :) It's always so wonderful to hear from you. I do have an infinite amount of heat, darkness, and submission to share. I am really happy you could see all of the trademark elements so clearly and like the picture... Thank you so much for the encouraging words, I really appreciate them more than you know. :) xoxo
26th Jan 2022 4:47am
I so enjoyed reading this beautiful piece of darkness Kristina. I have been waiting patiently to read you again.
Thank you for sharing and making my day 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Thank you for sharing and making my day 🖤🖤🖤🖤
26th Jan 2022 6:54pm
Hey there Swagger, you read me so well; thank you for waiting patiently and sharing your feedback with me. :) I absolutely love knowing that I could make your day; that makes me really happy. You make my day too. <3 Thank you. xoxo
26th Jan 2022 7:19pm
Learned a new word, somnambulist.
A vampire awakens from his slumber; tenderizing his midnight snack. Nourishment for he, but for her freedom from life's clutches. In darkness, even in submission, free to enjoy her passion and bare her soul for carnal pleasure.
A vampire awakens from his slumber; tenderizing his midnight snack. Nourishment for he, but for her freedom from life's clutches. In darkness, even in submission, free to enjoy her passion and bare her soul for carnal pleasure.
27th Jan 2022 00:48am
Oh yes! once again you translate so well for me. ;) I do love the tenderizing and being a midnight snack. There are so few things that free me from life's clutches and I need them really badly. I can lose myself in the darkness and beautiful submission. What could be better than giving and receiving pleasure, and baring the soul? Thank you for sharing with me. xoxo
9th Feb 2022 5:23pm
Dear, Kristina
The vivid imagery in this piece is palpable to the point of one being able to feel the temperature changes sense the light and darkness. I love the wording of this passage,
"in the muddy flow of the day with a
languid somnambulist,"
And in this passage I can feel the hard, cold, polished marble floor as if it were an opulent tomb a la the Taj Mahal
"On the marble floor
in the luxury of mourning,"
Mourning described as a luxury is a poignant statement for many, if not most, don't take enough time to mourn because life's pressures don't stop to grieve.
Overall a beautifully written, well flowing, sensual poem.
Bravissima, goddess poet 💞🌹
The vivid imagery in this piece is palpable to the point of one being able to feel the temperature changes sense the light and darkness. I love the wording of this passage,
"in the muddy flow of the day with a
languid somnambulist,"
And in this passage I can feel the hard, cold, polished marble floor as if it were an opulent tomb a la the Taj Mahal
"On the marble floor
in the luxury of mourning,"
Mourning described as a luxury is a poignant statement for many, if not most, don't take enough time to mourn because life's pressures don't stop to grieve.
Overall a beautifully written, well flowing, sensual poem.
Bravissima, goddess poet 💞🌹
12th May 2022 4:30pm
Hey there GW, I am so sorry for the very late reply. This year has been a challenging one for me. I adore your ability to feel the temperature and light changes of this piece... The beauty of a sensitive soul is immense. The feeling of a hard cold marble floor permeates through the body as does its beauty. Thank you so much for your wonderful words. They are always so poetic and meaningful. I hope you are having a great year so far. xoxo
Gotta love when a poet takes us for a ride, entices the mind with raw and vivid images makes everything so palpable. Outstanding work Kristina. There is a song by one my favorite bands (Thank you Scientist), called the Somnambulist, which made me smile when I read that line.
Bravo.
Bravo.
12th May 2022 4:33pm
I love providing raw and vivid images for you Wally. I love your appreciation of this piece. :) I will definitely be looking up that song. Keep smiling!!! xoxo
21st May 2022 2:00pm
Desr K,
This is life, hope, inspiration or darkness. All together to rule and diff us apart. The darkness is the lath that leads to submission where we get our solace and soul is at rest. But we do not get that kind we need in the hours of our conflict. I can relate when a friend would come and ask me to hold her and let her feel the warmth and risk away in the darkness of hope and light. You have a valid point to express your concern. You are a sensitive soul like me and made to suffer in the a cheeky world.
Love,
KS.
This is life, hope, inspiration or darkness. All together to rule and diff us apart. The darkness is the lath that leads to submission where we get our solace and soul is at rest. But we do not get that kind we need in the hours of our conflict. I can relate when a friend would come and ask me to hold her and let her feel the warmth and risk away in the darkness of hope and light. You have a valid point to express your concern. You are a sensitive soul like me and made to suffer in the a cheeky world.
Love,
KS.
21st May 2022 2:25pm
You are very intuitive KS, sometimes I strongly feel I am too sensitive for this world. Internalizing everything with an intensity that can tear you apart from the inside. All the roads lead to darkness but in many ways I feel safest there perhaps. Out of sight and searching those physical extremes that forcefully extract the mind from the light and overwhelm the body. Sometimes I must be whisked away or else I would implode but I suppose the resulting devastation would be something to behold. It's always so wonderful to be held, or taken without reserve... xoxo
