Knowing that it will happen, but not now.
Seeing the what, but not how.
As I wait and long, the energy expands.
It starts to swirl, rise and reach
The dark corners of my being.
It goes up my spine
From grounded womb
Penetrating my heart
Flooding into my third eye,
Out of my mouth
And up into the sky.
My lips start to tickle
Both, all, below and above.
Your gaze, your look is enough
To ignite the spark for visions to burn
In bright light.
It starts to fill and expand my field.
Beyond physicality.
I can feel you far.
Far away and here.
The amplitude of sexual energies vibrations.
The colours, scents, tastes and senses.
All starts to flicker.
Pulsating in the rhythm of creation.
I can smell and taste the richness of the colours.
Fluids instinctively squeeze out of each pore and hole
As if they wanted to be born.
Expressed.
Crashing and clashing polarities.
Bursting and exploding in slow motion.
Time stands still.
Floating in the beauty
Of light velocities stillness.
Spinning and spinning
Going down and inwards the spiral
Where duality merges and becomes one
Transcend and surrender to be. Be here.
Dying into aliveness.
Bedded in the sounds of expression.
Changing shapes and figures.
Transforming into species of heaven and hell
And everything in between. divinely animalistic.
Sucking and milking and licking and eating.
Devouring as if there is no tomorrow.
Hard and soft and hot and cold.
Embodying all shades, grades and colours.
Falling and falling and returning through black holes.
Sliding and gliding over the juices of life.
Thunders and lightnings. And pouring rain.
Fertilizing the ground for flowers to bloom.
It feels like doom and choice.
Sweetest vice. Indulging me into deep waters.
It takes days for the waves to bring me back to the shore.
I want it and I hate it
To be punished for love.
For loosing myself.
Loosing and finding my essence.
The bare truth that is unbearable to take.
So I give it away. Allowing to be.
To be free.
In hands of creation in motion
Emotion.
The lifely ration that feeds me and nourishes
the pleasure of being.
The most dangerous weapon
That reveals the inner of all,
Lover and stranger
Because walls and masks fall.
Call me a witch, bitch
Or whatever you like.
Poisoning you
With the drops of my lips
That will make it impossible
To hide the vulnerability
Of being naked and exposed.
On all levels and grounds.
Disarming you completely.
Killing you to watch you die in my arms.
If not this, what else makes it worth to be alive?
Climaxing on the poetry of existence.
The art of live and die and live and die.
This is how I wanna live.
This is how I wanna die.
All of creation, all you see,
The animals of the land, the animals of the air, the animals of the water.
All of creation, all you feel
the wind, the rain, the pleasures and pain
All of creation, all you taste and smell
The fruits the vegetables, the fluids and scents
All of creation, that grows
The flowers, the trees, the beings the seeds
All of creation
Is created through sexuality
Would you call nature obscene?
Drag-on whisperer
White ice
Stumbling creatures
Out of the dark
The ice that doesn’t melt.
In the heat of despair
Crystal clarity
In seeing the truth
The true being
You expect me to be
You dictate my change
But I will not fulfil
The rules of imprisonment
I am here to be
Free
Whatever I want to be
I come with the air, the water, the land
Sleeping with dragons
And dreaming with stars
I am the dust of eternal history
The mystery that the
Mortal rational cannot grasp.
Untied to morals
Though nourished by values
Sinking into stream
Of awakening subconsciousness.
Remember the duties
Of a fairy
It’s not to conform
But to embrace
The discomfort to erupt
The birthright to be
And to see
The breathtaking beauty
Of eternity
Anticipation
It is the way to look at.
It can be a painful longing
Or an exciting anticipation.
A not yet to be.
Safe vulnerability.
A slowly tapping into.
With respect and care.
Humble transparency.
The poet and the muse.
Sharing insecurities
Knowing that they won’t be used against me.
An open door
And many windows.
To look through
The walls of projection
Do not exist in this room.
They vanish in the landscape that surround me.
An unknown land
Still to discover
The door is there to sit next to it
And listen
To eavesdrop the melody and sound
That is playing within.
For now is presence
No matter what will be
Some dealing with old scars
Some with open wounds
We need to stop taking things personal
If we want to change
The bigger picture.
We need to picture
Ourselves in the whole
And as a whole
I want to be with people who can hold both.
The beauty joy and pleasure
And
The ugly uncomfortable destructive.
Anarchist love
Devastation and creation
Hold the immature wounded flaws and imperfections
Unattached with kindness and love.
Discover
When you are open to receive
It will reveal itself
When you are curious to know
It will share with you
When you are willing to ask
It will whisper to you
When you are patient to wait
It will call you
When you are sensitive
It will touch you
When you are flexible
It will move you
When you are kind
It will receive you
When you are devoted
It will gift you
When you are humble
It will surprise you
What is it?
Sleepy blue sky
Little stones don’t glue
Naked beach
Being loved by nature
Here and far
Where have I been?
Present gone
I died and cried
I lived and sight
I don’t know why
Shall I try
Again
I died and I was
Alive
I existed but was not
Now I am gone
And I am there
Here
I am alive
Why do they lose their brilliant colours
When taken out
Out of context
Taken
By hand
Not by sea
They belong
So they fade
They shine as a whole
I am far away
Somewhere
Where I don’t belong
And do
At the same time
Bricks and stone
enjoying the intimacy and play
Where do you come from?
From under the sea
If you would let me
I would lie behind you
Squeeze my back against your back
And put my nose into your neck
I would smell and sniff on you
As if you were a little flower
Collect your scent, extract your fragrance,
Distil it for my memories
Compose it with pictures of you
Which I have taken with my eyes and gaze
And keep it like a perfume for special occasions.
I would give you hundred little kisses
All over the landscape of your body
Like ants constructing a palace of love.
I would draw all the wishes and blessings I hold for you
On your naked skin.
I would hold you in my arms
Firmly and tender
As if you were the harvest
That will nourish me through winter and drought.
I would bath you with my energy
Like a waterfall
Turning into the river
And into the sea.
Drinking your love
As if you were the spring of life.
I would water the roses in the garden of your heart
So they might grow and kiss the stars.
I would fall into the ground
Fall into the underworld
And call upon protection
I would fall and fall and fall
In trust that we would come out
On other side.
Returning through blackholes
Swirled up in milky ways until
The thunders bring us back to ground, on earth.
I want the girls and the gay boys
I want it all
I want the strap-on and the big dick
I want it all
I want to be adored
I want to be devoured
I want to eat and fuck
And I want to be loved
Falling in love or not
Allowing myself to love
Without falling
In a busy city
Where no one rests
You could be anywhere
But on my chest
Mirror mirror
You and me
Tell me what you want to be?
Endless worries
Bad self-esteem
Or conscious living
Wild and free
Mirror mirror
You and me
Not on top
Neither bottom
Privileged with dirty wounds
Comparing to the worse
Ignoring own needs
Mirror mirror
You and me
Cords uncutten
Planted seeds
Of malnourishing weeds
Mirror mirror
You and me
Holding back potential creativity
Too much to say, unsaid
Expressed on chains
Put the volume down on complaints
Mirror mirror
You and me
Shall we be?
Bold and unfold
No longer on hold
Shaking the dust
Of past attachments
Attaching on wrong believes
That once were planted deep
Fears, burn them
And replace them with dreams
Mirror mirror
You and me
Help me to be free
And I will reflect
Project it back to you
I slept in fragments
Fragments of spaces in between
Changing positions
Moving around
Dreams that aren’t dreams
Fragments of images passing by
Seems I didn’t sleep
Still I am not tired
Heavy rain and stillness
Same words or no words
No words
Without being empty
Indescribable
Filled with colours that aint colours and
Images that aint images
Response-ability of communication is growing
Blow mind blow
Enlighten the sparks
Tornados happening
Carrying away
Carrying forward
Bringing movement
To stagnant place
Reminding us that there is a lot to come
Somewhere far away
I see the sun wanting to come through the grey painted sky
The lights are on even if it isn’t dark
Artificial supporting the natural
Blue squares popping out in dominant yellow streets.
Pathway of ancient ways
Broken glass and empty windows
Dreams in a-minor
Match like matches
If it match
it will catch some fire
and we burn the flame
Water water
Water me
Dripping ice is falling here
Floating rivers wash the past
Away away
A way through desert
Building new
Land to grow
Earth to bloom
Water water
Water me
Floating rivers passing by
Washing dirt from frozen hurt
Floating floating till it falls
Endless drops
Becoming one
Water water water me
Sinking deep to stillness
It ends where it begun
Duality comes in pair
Do not sepair
What belongs together
Sister of gods
Glooming in dark nights of brilliant wisdom
Whispering the prophecies of the doom.
Red crystals formed of pressure of society and blood of the wars.
The kingdom of the 3. Dimension overcomes its stupidity.
Flashing lights bursting values into shadows
What will happen if I just let you die?
Blue light silver linings
Say hello to the dark side of the realm
Painters are painters
Lovers are lovers
Artist are artist
Shamans are shamans
Lovers are lovers
Guides are guides
Teachers are teachers
Lovers are kind
Dreamers are dreamers
Doers are doers
Carers are carers
And we know where we belong
Soul is soul
Body is body
Humans along
If we were all lovers
Lovers of God
Kind and caring for others
We were one
If we were all lovers
Our hearts would be open and safe
No need to mask and protect our vulnerability out of fear
We would be humble and bold
The strongest kind of tenderness
If we were all lovers
There would be no I or me
There would be only a loving we
If we were all lovers
Aggression and coldness would fade
Cause the warmth of our hearts
Would bring us the faith
To love without fear
Calling all dear
If we all could be lovers
We transcend into light
Dancing as colors
And shining all bright
If we all would be lovers
Our touch would heal past
Becoming new species very fast
A whole of humanity
Uniting in love
Dissolving the borders
Of illusionary cast
If we all would be lovers
I could kiss you at last
No words to explain
No words to understand
Because clear stream of love
Would soften the chain
I’m hoping for love
Dissolving the pain
No questions to ask
Cause all has been plain