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The Merge Entwined
Life and love emerges from the very start.
A mother's gentle and unspoken heart
bound to a father's quick, short passion,
love easily becomes a lustful action.
A child should never be expression of a one night stand
where love and lust are shared by a woman and a man.
Entwined bodies and two merged souls
should play more permanent and lasting roles.
The body and soul are syncopated long before the child’s birth
and when least expected life begins with significant worth.
The beauty of that once magnificent physical obsession
cannot live or thrive in secretive and feared depression.
With unexpected and welcomed anticipation
the child should grow in innocence and revelation
that life of mother, father and child cannot unwind
their love is forever blessed in the merge entwined.
Flesh and blood are more than just a dream.
Two in love can easily make three unseen.
Too many children are conceived and grow
without a parent to love and know.
Share your love, your heart, your inner soul
and bond for more than that momentary lull.
Have no regrets, no second doubting thoughts
live and share the life you brought,
forever let it be alive, in the merge of lives entwined.
2/12/2016
Written: August 10, 2023
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Earth stopped its spin—a momentary pause,
As if the universe held its breath in awe,
The sea and the sky merged into one.
A waltzing of colors—an ethereal stun
Galaxies collided—a celestial display,
Night hiccuped, in a whimsical way,
The earth tilted, taking a daring chance.
And stars, glistening, began their cosmic dance.
Hand in hand—we ventured beyond the horizon.
singing love songs, our hearts in unison,
A bimble through the heavens, a surreal delight,
As we embraced the beauty of this celestial night.
I woke up from this dream—still lingering in my mind,
Under my lashes, a vision of love, so tender and kind,
And there you were, in the darkness of the night,
Bringing warmth to my world, a beacon of light.
In this nocturnal realm, where dreams come alive,
You appeared, my love, my soul's guide,
Together, we traversed the infinite expanse.
A symphony of love, a cosmic romance
Celestial bodies shimmered—painting the sky.
As we danced among the stars, so high,
Time stood still—as we twirled and spun.
Lost in a rhapsody, our hearts are one.
The universe whispered secrets in our ears.
As we reveled in a love that knew no fears.
With each step, our souls intertwined,
In a dance of love—forever entwined,
And as the sun rose—casting its golden hue,
I realized that my dream had come true.
For you, my love, are the sun to my day,
Guiding me through life, lighting my way.
Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify the sleeping dead
Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Stand up and dance to the rhythm and beat
Fling your hands way up in the air
And swing your bodies without fear.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Telling legends and tales over the years
Hearts exploding with gladness
When they hear the conga drums beat.
Take off your shoes and Join the circle
And listen to the conga drums agonizing thump
Transcend with me to the top of the mountain
And unload your heavy burden.
The Gods are calling me to unite the spirits
And seek peace in the holy mountains.
Listen to the conga drum’s cry
Lamenting the souls who have gone by
I can feel the tempo gushing through my vein
making land fall at dawn and igniting with
quiet sprits feasting on top of the mountain.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Spread out in the open meadows
Form a big wide circle around the fields
And dance out the turbulence in the pastures.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Observe every car on the busy street
Rolling vans and busy men
Camouflaging dark secrets
in old grave yards and pumpkin farm.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Catapulting rhythm under my feet
Laughter and tear romancing in the air
Mankind is blind yet making life sublime
Listen to the conga drums speak
Dance and submit to its hypnotic beat.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Hook: Want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender a winner.
Far from a beginner
pure beef
put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
Is his stomach
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.
Sexuality, love fantasies, the drip.
Tasty fruit juices,
of my Daddy's lips.
Putting the cream in my cool whip
doing the dip.
As I proceed to take control.
Working my hips.
Love the way he sucks my tit nips.
Takes the downtown trips.
The way he looks in my eyes.
Lick my thighs.
Like Toni Braxton, making me high.
Emotions can't be disguised.
Boy you got that healing.
Give me such a good feeling.
Watching the mirrors from the ceiling.
Put my body in ecstacy.
Bring me fire and desire.
Like Rick James and Teena Marie.
Feeling the melody ,
of your heat beat
bodies in heat.
Wish I could do a repeat.
Put that **** on D.V.D.
You heard me?
~No Matter What We Want~
I want to drink from the glass you took sips
To taste the wine from your glass, with my own lips
You caressed the stem like I want you to caress me
No matter what we want, it never can be.
I want to stare in eyes the colour of mine
I want to feel our bodies softly entwine
No matter what we want, it never can be
I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me.
I want to feel your arms hold me so tight
I want to feel you beside me when I turn at night
No matter what we want, it never can be
It can never come to pass that we both can see.
©16/09/2102~GG~
Initially, an attempt
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out
alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster mish mashup
happenstance didst decide
unlike traditional feted newlyweds
swingers airborne did only abide.
The law of gravity aerial
pas de deux bodies airborne
aloft pledging their respective troths sworn
fleeting suspended animation while shorn
infinitesimally of Earth's pull
only expert can playfully scorn
accomplishment courtesy no greenhorne
neophytes in utero umbilical cord,
taking root as metaphorical acorn,
thus unbridled and groomed skill inborn
burst out the womb like heated popcorn
snapped up since birth well worn
genes Ringling Brothers and
Barnum & Bailey circus practiced morn
till night stunts became second nature
encore performance no matters bodies outworn.
Curtain Call now doth close
unrehearsed poetic gambit,
cuz yours truly tuckered out I suppose
ready to take his doze
zee dough into dreamland, expose
zing oft times confused
with dark shadow of outer limits
of twilight zone, where me lovely bones froze
where sudden night mare arose
gripping courtesy rigor mortis head to toes
daunting wordsmith champion
manifestation of daily woes.
Suddenly me clutched
by melancholic despair
somnambulantly where
countless tomb morrows tramp
scarcely undifferentiated from yesterday's care
wracking psyche with wrath plus fear
at accursed purposelessness near
faux sing myself regarding pas
city to emulate good cheer.
It is said, in order
to create a future for yourself,
one must till the ground.
The biggest hoax
of all time, is to
believe, that there's a future to come.
Tomorrow will never come,
due to the fact that we
live in the present moment NOW,
where everything happens simultaneously.
The universe is a magical place to be,
but only if you follow it rules.
It's full of wonders,
mysteries, and secrets.
All phenomenals' has baffled
the mind of men, ever since the
beginning of his time.
Mysteries is only hidden
knowledge unknown to man.
As the universe expand,
it extend the souls', as it
continues to evolve
as our bodies quicken
with age, it becomes fragile,
and weak, leaving us helpless,
and vulnerable, transforming
us back into an infant state again.
Man biggest lost in life
is that, he age to quickly
and gain wisdom to late!
Our most entertaining wise prophets,
our saints and messianic geniuses
are those who mentor us about what not to do
to sustain abundant loss,
how to recognize those who could not possibly truthfully communicate,
which scriptures could not predict healthy faith again,
how not to become retired,
how to cooperatively come together,
how not to uncompetitively fall apart,
how not to commodify one's life and relationships
to other rentable people,
and other marketable natures,
and why compassionate communication
cannot be confused with aggressive miscommunication
or emotionally negligent uncommunication.
Polypathic saints without a globally embracing sense of humor
about what we should not be doing and being,
yet continue becoming despite our organically enlightened orthopraxis
and polycultural health plans,
are either tone-deaf hypocrites,
unwise liars,
wrong warriors,
or all of the
hearts
and minds
and bodies above.
Under our shared Sun,
on our synergetic Earth,
nothing grows more grace-filled,
or karmically appropriate,
or mindfully compassionate,
more content,
more enlightened and wise,
than optimally sustaining a kind
and mutually grateful sense of humor
about our interdependent egos,
neurosystemic lives,
liberal futures and conservative pasts,
our messy shared-Earth home,
a paradise of stand up together comedic opera,
and mutually co-invested applause,
however silently smirked
through soft-eyed gold horizon
hynotizing stares
Searching for remembered
reassuring twinkles
of Earth's encircling stars.
Your love is corrosive
Caustic
Eating away at my sense of worth
Scathing
Your words
More so your silence
Burning away
The tender fibers of my heart
And I smile
As I’m being eaten alive...
Vitriolic embraces
Scorching simply because
They are too brief
Too perfunctory
Erosive kisses
Eroding my passion
With their simple pecks mockery
Instead of intercourse of lips and tongue
Acerbic love making
The smell of my burning flesh
Lingering after the brief encounter
Of two bodies devoid of souls
I’m being reduced to nothing
Acrid tears burn down my cheeks
In the destructive light
Of your “love”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I treasure ever,
Your warmest embrace my love.
It captivates my soul pure!
I see your dear look—
Mesmerized by your presence.
Your touch is so rapturous!
I taste your warm lips,
Luscious and most inviting.
They excite my passion so!
I love so your smile,
So pure, cheerful, radiant.
It fascinates me always!
Your touch is magic;
Your presence stirs my passion;
Our emotions now on fire!
Our bodies meet pure;
They unite one locked in love;
Sublime ecstasy complete!
Our love is now one,
And our shared passion is true.
Our destiny is now one!
So as I write this
My Sweet—I think of you now,
And our love so wonderful—
Your warmest embrace My Love!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(January 9, 2015)(Choka)