loneliness is like a bubble
sometimes all we need
is for it to pop, Pop, PoP!
like a kernel in the microwave
at first, inert,
it doesn’t look like much
then, from somewhere deep within
a heated force of overwhelming power
shines through and breaks the shell.
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as the tides turn
I learn to navigate treacherous waters
a viking setting sail for the new world,
I circumvent the currents leading me astray
due north, ever further…
winds batter my mast,
my hull heaves under the tumultuous disarray
the maiden, beautiful in her purity
protects my path with knowledge beyond doubt
Goddess of a world out of reach of my own
she hums to me, angelic, serene
stormy seas
are no match for the newfound calm
that resides deep within my soul.
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On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.
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Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?
Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?
Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?
Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…
Poem written in 2015.
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Eat me
Drink me
Smell me
Savour me
Devour my every particle
Integrate me into your universe
So I can be your star and your satellite
Tickle me
Lick me
Finger me
Fuck me
So I can overflow
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to
behold
azure waters
mending with skies
temperatures rising still
burnt orange palettes
a tropical enclave
of sensuality
and sex
here
women
frolic in the
waters bare breasted
nipples hardened by thoughts
of erect members diving
head first into their
sacred gardens
of bodily
desire
to
behold
such a site
would make a
grown man cry tears
of joy knowing he’s unworthy
of witnessing such magic
for it is only women
that may partake
in this ritual of
love and
sex
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