Above the crown chakra we sense,
a moist cauldron oozing with bliss
and as we breathe in love’s incense,
we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss.
Though beyond boundary of skin,
as we are therein anointed,
with each breath we anew begin,
our attention single pointed.
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir,
conjoined as a collective whole,
with joyous heart pleased to concur,
with our newly ordained life role.
We analyse not boons of grace,
as steps toward God we retrace.
Hooked onto the jugular notch
is a ray of light under God’s watch,
that soul’s ascent ego may not botch.
Noticing the happenstance reoccur,
with bliss magnetism we concur,
as nodes within, in joy purr.
stardust seems scattered
waxing moon decides to wane ---
restlessness in race
Jugular notch sounds a bliss beat
Forehead gridlines entwine
Our Lord at the crown takes His seat
Spinal implants align
Without thought commotion
With utmost devotion
We sip soma potion
Presence keeps watch
Jugular notch
None of them have been me ‘til now;
Not trying to come off highbrow;
I’ll let you find out and say ciao;
Have a pow wow, have a pow wow;
They will all feel like my shadow
as they sit putting on a show;
You’ll feel it as soon as you go;
A notch below, a notch below.
Echoes ripple on the lake
and reflect its guardian slopes.
From ridge to ridge
creviced faces slip to scree.
Shadows crawl from
dawn to dusk
as the sun
plays hide and seek,
and basin rivers run
their course where
memories never sleep...
Jugular notch, the connector
Between our head and heart
It’s the love communicator
Where soul journey does start
Vishuddha chakra wheel
Manifests bliss appeal
For pure hearts full of zeal
In stillness watch
Jugular notch
31-October-2021
Quietus
I am
silver silk, brown eye-shadow, pink shoes.
Blue kitchen. I mean sad. Missing you.
I am
broad bed, tv-tower, your mail.
Check-ins, flights. Staying high all day.
I am
french fries, nightmares, hair-cuts.
No coffee, no tea, no sluts.
I am
"please, go", "please do", "please, wait".
I am
"no way", "seriously", "sounds great".
I am
on-line, next month, last week.
I am
tag, no hide-and-seek.
I am
colour ink nail polish, no watch.
Blue eyes. I mean sad. Twitter notch.
26.07. 2012
skin tight pelt of a fox…
another leather punched notch
two fingers on rocks
like a six-shooting cowboy
from the old west
you ride in
a sharp shooter
the pearl handled grip in hand
hammer cocked
firing all six hollow points
straight to my heart
another notch carved
on your bedpost
Hoi Polloi: Kick it Up a Notch!
You must do more
or your grades wont get
the needed score
don't you see
what could be in store?
Now, get your degree;
make sure you don't flop
or you could wind up pushing the mop!
McCuen Copyright October 2008
I'm not just another notch in your bed post.
So if you're looking for that type of woman
just move on down the line.
I'm the type of woman that
needs wined and dined.
Maybe a dozen of roses
of my favorite color will do fine.
But also chocolates comes
to my mind.
A bottle of perfume that carries
a delicate scent of a certain kind.
Might I remind you that a
stuffed animal may bind and twine.
Therefore a sparkle of a blinding
diamond would catch my eye, but
I must tell you that there's an undefined
time, because it takes more then
just one date to get me to that point.
To be just another notch in your bed post.