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What Is This Life

What is this life…reality?
Why do I question it relentlessly so?
So many moments seemingly meaningless
Meandering through this meaningful sentience,
Chronology…
Continuity…
Spirituality…
But reality, Oxford will tell you:
Property of being real, resemblance to Origional.
Accountable, in my opinion, only through dissemblance.
What I ask, is original?
It’s all rather subliminal
Made up by man and his idea of ideal.
Be like budda, be like a tree,
Pray to Gods, pray for money..
This will make you healthy, that will make you ill
Where is the free will in all this obscurity?
What is this substance we call reality?
I beg your pardon, sir and madam,
Excuse my blaspheme if religion is your reality,
But goddamn, sir and madam
It’s outrageous and random,
The idea…
The ideal…
Any idea for that matter
For what is made of blaspheme?
Speaking irreverently of sacred things.
What is not sacred down to a grain of sand?
If all by the hand and will of God,
Or aliens..
Or angels…
Or spark of light,
Let us not in the slight, pretend
To know or name a single thing.
Sacred cannot be named,
Or unnamed…
Or disclaimed…
And yet it is, and so is the tangibility of life.
May we all feel deeply, sir and madam
Again I say: Goddamn!
For this…
Obscurity…
A tangible reality.

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Desire's Fire

It is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable
derived from delusion’s wondering eye of dire,
roaming around in squandered robes of pretend,
it offends me…
Idly it bends the very mending of heart’s love
as loves exquisite stitch tries to weave her tapestry
I live in her…I desire her very soul…
as a whole I am absorbed by her in mutual absolute
like the root of an aged tree to the rained ground beneath me
this is we:
Gracious energy like the first touch of your skin,
you within me within love we are free,
beneath my fingertips you feel what my lips don’t speak,
three freaks…you, me and love unique.
Inside your eyes a cascading world is locked in mine
as I find I spiral to the depths of your desire…
that fire that frees me from the forgettable.
My hope exists in and beyond love this way
as I lay dazed in a maize of vivacious bliss
as though a first kiss of deep gentleness yet known…
I am alone waiting to fall.
When love knocks on my heart’s door she will know
through the windows of my wild wanting soul
a new kind of whole let go to the energies of life
as we swing rushing on passion’s wing
like the voice that sings lyrics of hear felt feeling
reeling you in…true believing.
I so crave every piece that exists as your being
seeing beyond just that sexual feeling,
devoured entirely by the way you move,
by the way you move me…
how I feel when I see you feel me
as love is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable.
Love bares no chains to those who really see
the exquisite stitch weaved in her tapestry be
her captivating eyes…
Home to her true desires.

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A Thousand Kisses Deep

I have woken from a dream, holding a key
staring through unopened doors
at the sleeping dragon curled up inside of me.
on my back i bare her baby born
as the dawn breaks, the black in stains
my name...
her name...
in the name of love, 
in the flame of love,
the dragon rose and spawned her wings
unlocking treasures of unusual things
and yet, a thousand kisses deep
i feel to reach even deeper still
for a thousand kisses more
the will...
the rain...
the sun to kiss our skin golden ink.
within my heart, wordless art dances there,
a delicate state of trance i dare to share.
yet in her eyes,
where i stand a thousand kisses deep,
i weep not for loss, nor lack, nor lust alone, 
but for love alone... tender
sweet feeling of home i grow in her warmth
my knees feel weak
as i was yours before our lips did meet
before our eyes did see the sultry stars
our hearts...
together...
they beat...
a thousand kissed deep

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The Dancer's Heart

I never did see a more beautiful expression
As if all four seasons had exploded
Imploded, eroded all the somber
A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed
Utterly unopposed is the dancers heart
animations of vibrations move through her
A Van Gogh of flow
like aged, cellared Bordeux
Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave
down around her roots through her being
freeing sensations into the air
As if with Gaia's divine love affair. 
Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed
She wields her radical, energetic shield...
The power to heal, to breathe, to love
above the brilliant sun, moon and stars
Oh what an orchestrated art in tune.
Spirit calls out to her from Earth
The birth of sound and soul unearthed
Oh what an art i've observed
To preserve the true art of a dancer's heart.

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The Magician

I was drawn here today,
to the quiet woods, to sit and think,
About life, love, fear...
For today it was the only near sense
Compelled towards this delicate space
As I watch those that pace by,
Spaced out...
Do they not find the woods fascinating
Do they not hear the quaint whispers
Through the wind, through the trunks
They do not see me amongst the trees
And at first I believe I am alone,
Perched on a rock,
Gone from reality...
And then suddenly, the butterflies,
They are here floating all around
In the air doting, dancing, rhythyming
How organic I feel...
How dynamic that living is constantly changing me.
I trip out on life sometimes
Alive at the edge of something else,
Wondering...
Moving...
Breathing...
And in all the breath of air
An entire moment, an entire memory
A sequence of individuality,
Duality...
The oneness of immortality,
How dare such a nature exist!
And fear, she is always persisting
Down in the corner of your binding thaughts,
Bending...
Distorting...
Re-ordering momentum...
Sending you searching across parallels of perception,
And then suddenly this,
And interjection...
The magician...I AM HERE
As mother, she is calling me near
Speaking of love, of fear, surrender
I close my eyes to hear what I feel,
To sense the invisible side of real
As mother's queer tones circle around
Begging my eyes...
moving my soul...
And now here, some kind of vibrating,
Heart rezonating...
A serenade of sounds
And love...
Profound always somehow she finds
opening the doorways to the other side
Again I close my eyes, this space,
Touching gently against my mind
Behind these patterns I transform,
Shifting...
Metamorphing...
As I've seen what is out there being
And how we hide,
How fleeting it has become,
For inside another universe resides.
Here, in this space between spaces
We're looking in, and we're looking out
Through the perculiar, perpetual alive
I feel to shout
"GOD WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE!"
Down the valleys of existance the voice ecos out,
Travelling down, around, in, through, out and again I shout,
"GOD WHAT AM I DOING HERE?"
Sometimes im trembling...
Tasting bittersweet apon my lips
As the unfathomable rips through
My thaught inspection...
And then suddenly this,
An interjection...
The magician... I AM HERE
Questioning it all,
Using love to open more doors.
Fear...
Love...
The unknown...
This, the inescapable trilogy we raom
To say we know...
This has no justified place
For the only known existance be...
That which the magician creates.

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A Love That Was, a Love That Is, a Love That May Be

These feelings have drawn me to the water's edge
Under the swaying branches of a eucalyptus tree,
Flickers of sun's light stream through the leaves
Dancing gently around my eyes...
The breeze of mother touching me.
A bird, she sings so sweetly my dear
As the trickle of water accompanies her,
A sonnet of nature...
A sound so queer
And i am here, absorbed in her love.
All of my senses are alive now
Oh how i have dearly missed your breath,
Missed the love you leave beating in my breast,
How breathtaking...
How arresting the sky forboding above,
Oh love...
Oh love i am melting,
Out here i am melting away
Into this day of dreaming you are near.
The enigma of air, it never tasted so good
The fear of the forgotten breathed away
Breathing a pathway for my heart too play,
Do stay love...
Open the door...
The paint, it has faded, the wood is scorn
The facade torn from its tender flesh
Exposing all...
Exploring more...
Do play love, open the door
We have danced before, beyond this dream
It may seem our lips have touched before
For it is within just one gentle kiss
The magic of a treasure box of bliss unfolds
Of all the stories told of love's intrigue
Rendering me...
Utterly intrigued...and so i breathe...
I just breathe.

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The Truth That Is We

I cannot find the words to free this out
To seek and speak the truth that is we.
I feel the galaxy within reside untapped
As a trapped mind collides with soul
Our eyes are blinded from the whole
Why do we hide...
Why do we hide?
At night I lay awake bathing in the day's dream
As a prey without words speaks out of me,
Stretching towards the universal beam of love..
And love...a home I feel so far from home.
This sound has become unbearable, 
silencing me ill of words yet spoken still
A breaking spirit, a healing heart
Yet it is out of spoken art we bare our wounds
And pray too sun and moon too soothe.
As the tide of light battles the lies of self
Why do we run...
Why do we hide?
With eyes alone I cannot see,
Hold my gaze a moment longer please
With words alone I cannot speak,
Embrace my hold a moment longer please...
For it is the truth that is we I seek.

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The Smell of Sound

Ive developed a bit of a fetish, dear,
The smelling of objects of a queer kind.
"Queer", the collective perspective of a selected few
Let me address the subject once more
Select more carefully the words I spew
Breakdown
Analyze 
peripheralize
Re design
I could always blame the man in the moon
Bending our horizons
Breaking our straight lines
Demanding ability of our mind
It was in the earth of a rock that I smelt my first sound
perhaps I heard the smell,which ever way round 
Upside down inside out
The more ways I look at it the more life shines light
The more light fragments my sight
How wonderful, the array of colours
Have they always been there I wonder as I gaze into the array
into the sweet bliss of the day
Day tripping
Time rippling
Brain dripping
Heart flipping
Tossing words and metaphors
The sweet whores of definition.
Define, re-define, move some stuff around
in itself a process so delicately designed
intricate elements of another's expression exposed on the opposite end
Juxtaposed
Yet out of love
completely unopposed
Smell this orange, smell this plant, smell this stone
Thank goodness this game is not mine alone, I've passed it on
the smell of sound freed from being bound by a single mind
We could also just smoke spliff on the side of the road
Be exposed 
Remove the clothes of our built up guilt 
creative confidence spilt in a display of laughter
It was indeed
a beautiful disaster
So now that you are the master once more
the master of your own disaster
The birthplace that chaos bore
The unbound potential of it all
Does the change of wind move your breath
Are you moved by the changing breath of wind?
I'm inclined to thinking, dear
Its rather intrinsic
Syncronistic
A magic trick I say
And I do say,because I'm the boss of the world
You're the boss of the world
We showed them that day
On the side of the road 
smoking our fat spliff
being deliberately exposed
It all made sense though, in the end
when the nose and heart got involved 
and the warmth of the shared space of love 
a cloak for the bitter cold
Here in lies a buried treasure from way deep down in the earth
Unearthed in a single tear
Shedding fear
Heart vibrations cohere
In conclusion, dear, these are my perspectives
Acknowledging openly their equal opposite prospective
Let's crunch numbers to square this all off, for interest sakes, of coarse
So one and one equals eleven
the first Master Number
The illuminator, the messenger and the teacher
Who could have imagined such an extraordinary creature

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I Breathe

My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.

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Sugarcane Butterflies

Sugarcane Butterflies

Over the tarred road lies a land we seldom search
of whispering winds through sugarcane hills,
spills of sunlight chilled on butterfly wings
carrying me graciously through the open space
as my heart’s bass beats to the insects sound...
the freedom of the hills is unbound, wild 
like the sunflower’s yellow to the sky
trickled water marks over the dry stream bed
out here...
even the dead is still alive.
Sugarcane butterflies of mad colours bristle
through the breeze that whistles around my limbs
as whims of flying invade my soul...
persuade my heart to melt out into the day
and rediscover what it is to play...without dwell
Earth’s love swells and grows my mind,
finds that sparkle that finds my smile
as I am left fertile in the land that surrounds.
Noises of the tarred road are drowned by the depth,
by the breath of the tree leaves that rustle,
the birds that bustle about the deep, green valley,
vitality, out here, is rich like pure honey without dime
 just life...
just time existing as it should
could this be magic misunderstood.
Sugarcane butterflies... 
you make me love more.