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I'm not sure what Freud's Pleasure Principle is all about,
or was about Health and Safety;
Whether it's in
or out,
Whether hedonistic
and narcissistic
or the mundane
secular
capitalist
corporate product
of efficient sexual therapy
and heartless entertainments.
Whether the Principle is applicable
only to secular masters
for optimal "sacred rights" experience
Or also accessible to sacred slaves
as our secularized vocation
to provide for our nasty property owners,
Whether it is the primary purpose
of capitalism's efficient,
if ruthlessly competitive,
corporate monocultural deformation
into post-climax apathy
and cynicism
and cruel and unusual punishments,
Yet, somehow,
as I merge into this stream
of organic fossils
still miraculously refueling,
I am sure this Pleasure Principle,
Beacon of Health and Safety Bliss,
Paradise Pursuit
Could only be entered
by those wise enough to recognize
it is cooperatively
globally
multiculturally owned,
managed interfaith communion,
interdependently experienced
and multiplied
Into raptures
of organic/cosmic
internal/external climates
of and for personal
political
economic
ecological
theological
neurological win/win Climax
Of spaciated bilateral Time
dynamically equals revolutionary bicameral Space
in NonZero-Sum
open-holistic yet still emergent
equipoise waves
of self/other co-conscious
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-intentional
co-operative comm-union comm-unication.
Well,
thanks for sharing all that.
De nada;
my Pleasure.
I wish to dance with fire
Dressed, of course, in plain human attire
I wish to taste of the intensity of the heat
Swallow it and blow it back
Meaning to impose over it
My passionate authority!
Why, can't I not rule this mighty power
So mighty and so bold
So audacious and so gallant
So daring and so confident
As if it knows, that in one flick of its fingers
It can easily consume the whole of existence!
Why, having tamed it, I shall keep it in check
While enjoying it, to soothe my own inner pandemonium
Pray, fire and the feel of it
Over me and in me
Has me soaring high up in ecstatic euphoria!
Together, we shall sway with the wind's blows
Engaged always in a sensual rapture
Lost and transfixed in each other's presence
Caring never to glance at who might be watching
But, seeking only to please ourselves
With each other's fiery ebullience!
I wish to dance with fire, but pray, glancing at it raging
In the bonfire, I do wonder if I shall ever dare to!
FIRST LOVE
Our glances adored each other
as we chanced to meet.
First love at first sight just in teen.
He never spoke to me.
I got no opportunity to interact.
On my study leave of six months,
I watched him from far balcony.
We wandered in the park keeping distance.
Neither he nor I opened mouth.
Yet our silent world was romantic.
Seed of love was sowed and sprouted in mind.
Hard root pierced heart in pain and pleasure.
Stem of emotion spread pair of passionate leaves.
On last eve of my departure
I was forlorn to loiter in the park on dusty dusk
He was alone to walk on side-road.
On sudden boost with thrashing momentum
he rushed and stood close to me.
I was not shy but looked direct at his eyes
with ardent ardor and intense expectation.
He could not utter a single syllable.
10/06/16
First Love Contest by Frank Herrera
judged on 10/07/16
Second place
Second place only Contest III by Laura Loo
The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos.
Under the scorching blaze of the envy flame,
the desiccated soul suffers parched and forsaken,
searches for the niche of sanguinity in self-belief
to get the self-seeking shade of hope in frustration.
The sapling of irresistible longing rooted deep in desire,
nurtured in the receptive core of the longing heart,
blossoms the flower of passionate hedonism,
luring the being with the illusion of impulsive urge.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
the mangled mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
tries to snap the chords of captivating greed,
the psychic cascade of unconcern carries them away.
Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears deluded.
As the beleaguering storm of disenchantment blows,
consciousness takes the correction course to undo despair.
Older I get, the more love I possess
Busting down the walls of my heart
Invading the very depth of my soul
Can't survive when we two are apart
Special affair, hasn't happened before
In the history of this passionate man
Without a doubt the first time for me
A deviation in my life's master plan
Certainly wish the same for you all
There's no greater feeling I've known
Always wake up with a great big smile
Coz all of my troubles have flown
Wish everybody could feel this joy
These feelings I've never felt before
Hard to survive each time we're apart
My faith in true love you've restored
The older I get, the more love I need
This strong craving never subsides
It's all that we humans live and die for
The passion that true love provides
© Jack Ellison 2015
A re-post
Every morning... every evening,
he feels like an island in a lake,
a deep lake glistening in lithesome ripples.
His cranky old face sees an illuminated white lotus,
withering in shades of shaggy eyebrows and wrinkled hands.
The sylvan lake in his eyes still whittle reeds on soft soil,
in hopes of crackling sounds of laughter, from a nearby stream.
Ants, grasshoppers, birds, squirrels haunt the silent solitary lake.
A look at his picturesque daughter on wall,
like a scintillating princess, his moon shines on a crystalline lake.
Reminiscing a passionate journey from mountain archways,
parching thirsty birds and deers,
a stream had once bubbled in life through boulders.
Now a placid cold lake at peace, so much like death.
Nothing new happens in his dreams, locked in regrets.
Bereft of love, food interludes sleep in his lonely days.
Brown and golden leaves strewn on the lake.
Is this the last autumn that his eyes will see?
Like invisible stars in daylight,
he sees white quills of a swan floating on the lake.
Memory fails a weak body,
he can hear faint songs of a swan in the blue lake.
A pink sunrise and peach sunset reflects the horizon,
mirror images in dusk and dawn.
He feels like an island in the lake.
Every evening....every morning..
Dated 24th, March 2019
Julia Ward's Intensity Poetry contest
You give me a lift
to those heights I once dreamt of.
You support me in your warm embrace
and the heat comes through the silk and lace.
I cling to you with all my might.
We pass unseen from day to night.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
You ravish my soul
in pleasured ways that you know.
Fingers rouse each dormant fantasy;
your voice entreats me to set them free.
I yield as your lips have their way,
thoughts break free; I’m taken away.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose count of time
as it comes to a standstill.
We can read each other’s thoughts so well
though we dare not talk or break the spell.
Our eyes and cheeks with pleasure glow.
Emotions rise and freely flow.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose conscious thought
as pleasure exerts control.
Our bodies prove the zenith is near
and we arrive in euphoria’s sphere.
We revel in passionate thrill
until every tremor is still.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
For the Duet Contest of Heather Ober
December 3, 2015
We are what we are becoming together.
To and for
and with
each healthy resilient creation,
each ego's habitat
of co-passionate mindbody properties,
effective communication tools,
functional frequencies wealthiest long-term use,
therefore economically and politically highest
and best.
Ego Lead-identity,
co-emerges Eco's GoldLogical Rule
for win/win integrity
To transform our Lead out
into Golden alchemical Rules of EcoLogic
is to replace EgoMind fearful angry identity dominance
with EarthPolitical EcoBody solidarity.
EcoLogic
intelligent growth and decay nutritional information
heat as light
cold as night
neural growth prime mindbody informational function,
Golden Rule of Time's Great Transitional UnFolding.
Golden Proportion life prevails
or Time's leaded enculturation fails.
We are a LeftBrain dominant verbose people,
learning to measure our co-empathic potentiated biological side,
our bicameral mindbody thought/felt ego/ecosystems,
with both endo- and ecto-symbiotic re-ligioning equivalency
of design and revolutionary regenerative
co-passionate/pleasure purpose.
We are bicameral ego/ecoconscious
Golden Ruling revolutions
growing in evolutionary continuity
thru resonant confluence
within as without Left-as-Right MindBody
balancing cooperative incorporated incarnated
polypathic harmonies,
arias,
each Ego singing our unique dialect
of one Permaculture Opera,
a Golden ReLigion Story
of PostClimatic Win/Win Transitional Events.
As puzzling as it may seem,
Here in this life
There are hopes that scream
Beyond the strife,
Through the darkness, a theme
Joy larger-than-life
Puzzling like real life riddles
Pouring out pieces
Heart blazing, fiddles
With light that releases
Brilliant dreams, middles
Doubt and worry decreases
Memories puzzling the present,
Freeing the grace
Passionate promises, so pleasant
A humble embrace
Shedding the past, it will prevent
The heart’s disgrace
Life is like a flower
Beautiful yet fleeting
Always it is in God’s power
Love is completing
Nothing on earth can devour
The wonders are repeating
Even the most puzzling clouds
Bring abundant love
Silencing the violent crowds
It will always come from above
Remember that all His shrouds
Were laid aside, truelove…
Puzzling the heart, but making a way
For our souls to know, to pray
For paradise – light, life that won’t delay
In quieting fear with a hope that won’t decay
Puzzling as it feels to me…
Because He lives – I am saved
He heard my ardent plea…
By grace – my penalty is waived
Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: 5. puzzling
March 28, 2023
Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk
What occurred is reality set in
I’m no longer your prisoner
No longer your passionate sin
No longer your world to live in
I see your smile and see denial
You only loved the idea of me
But not enough to make me queen
Not enough to share my dream
I wanted simple things a true embrace
Remembrance of special occasions
To be loved in a safe place
But you could never be so clever
I’d never ask you to cherry change
You are who you are even if pains
Not your fault I was so in love with love
That lightening struck out of luck
And love wasn’t enough
It’s not enough when it’s just a cliché
You cut me out like cardboard heart
For a public masquerade
You only see my figure and my face
You misread my spirit my soul my faith
You don’t see me you don’t read me
You don’t breathe me you don’t feed me
You don’t need me the same way I need you