For some a black hole
Dark night of the soul
An illusionary sense of contraction
Borne of narrow identity suggestion
The truth quite simple
Elusive to mind nimble
Ascension is nothing but resonation
With the divine sublime love vibration
Who rises and who falls
Why does descent appal
Who is the desirer of a higher power
Why do we self block the bliss shower
Energy rises to the crown
Union at heart way down
Who but lower mind seeks attainment
Embrace oh hermit bliss in contentment
09-September-2020
In helter-skelter
everyone scatter.
I joined the rest of
legs to jump gutter.
Everyone is an
Africa jet.
Flying dug above
the moon.
Countless
permanently fell to
the earth.
Now east is a hell
and north,an
earthquake.
While west is a
flooding ocean.
Forked lightening
and thunder guard
the south.
Yet the center is
slippery.
Death is calling
everyone.
Our Eden became
Sodom and
Gomorrah.
I ran to undestiny
destination,
being pursue by
guns and cutlasses.
Panting like hunting
dog.
I stumbled and fell
into a trance.
I saw an old blind
woman,
too blind to behold
darkness.
Jubliating with hands
placed on her head.
Mother can't
recognize her child,
let alone an eye
desirer.
I am as helpless as
helpless herself.
I was so paralysed
to stand up.
I gazed at her with
eyes of mercy
but was posses with
legs of paralysis.
Because life race is
forever.
Continually falling
and rising
in dying and living,
I ran to an edge
I lifted up my head
and saw gun
pointing at my
forehead
LA FEMME de TRICHERIE - Monsieur L'Vampyre
I must confess to nights of indiscreet
but Madam, my intent was having fun,
and now your eyes tell me, as sure they meet,
what you desire is more than love has done;
does not your heart lean to a burning flame
as much as what your life's accustomed to?
For any fool to play this losing game,
they've got to need the bite as much as you;
and so you choose to look so very deep
to raise the heat in me, and make me know
that what you want's a love you will not keep
more than one night of it, and then you go.
Qu'est-ce que vous desirer--I must submit
or all my life I'll be regretting it!
© ron wilson aka Veebdosa the Doylestown Poet
Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.
Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.
Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.
The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.
Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.
HIS HEARTBEAT IS WHAT I MISS MOST....AT NITE... HEARING IT BEAT NEXT TO MINE SO
STRONG
LIKE A SONG OH SO SWEET ...FILLS ME WITH PASSION
THE FEELIN OF LOVE AN BEIN LOVED BACK MY SOUL YERNS FOR
A DESIRER FOR AN EMBRACE SO TIGHT IT TAKES MY BREATH AWAY....ITS HAPPINESS! AN
FOR THAT ONE BLINKING SECOND IM HAPPY
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