Another old poem, this one written over 4 years ago, still as ever suitable for this time. Isn’t is a wonder? The ageless applications of art…
You don’t have to hide away in there anymore
You’re not blind any longer sweet child – I know the sun is painfully bright, just feel – crawl outwards Come out from behind the rock that shields you, adjust your sight Come, sit next to me in the light, slowly untightening Feel the warmth, allowing your muscles to loose & limp As terrifying as it might be, it’s all you’ve ever really wanted You need it to survive, to grow, & even to die – bliss * Come, let us receive life, let us soak it up & recycle the energy Let us contribute openly, allowing the flow of synergy Awaken once more with me to witness our grand system Let us rest here receiving these Divine moments together I will watch you grow, burst, bloom & unfold You will see my petals unfurl & my sex exposed We will celebrate our youth, lust & exploration before yet – Resting – release, remember, let go – nostalgia for the tainting * We will surely grow beyond these selves we now call home Disengaging places, our ‘ifs’ – back to breaths, dissolving in Our bones grow weak in supporting, ground to dust again Our muscles grow weak in their carrying & down we go Before long we begin to blend, melding together As each decays we’re less distinguishably me or you Melting, evaporating, becoming a smaller part of all Existence reabsorbing our energy – true remembering You’re once again close enough to spark, starting – Once again, hearts beating in indistinguishable harmony Lightning – striking, burning through the blankness Ourself – yet again one with Source, the Divine – & beginning I will find you – we cannot end
My art mimics my life in strange and beautiful ways. Poetry is the medium through witch I understand the otherwise unimaginable. My philosophy and my poetry are so intertwined, even I cannot find the ends and beginnings – this is one such poem. Written well over a year ago now, it grapples with the inherent, compelling nature of art, in which you feel trapped, fated and overcome by the need to explore, express and exemplify the very ticks of art itself…
Stuck to the back of my throat
You dangle there, taunting I’m used to this now of course My breaths tripping across you Coughing and gasping at times It’s become “no big deal” Even though it really doesn’t feel right I keep trying to clear my throat I want to shake you loose I want to spit you out Still you cling, sticky and slimy No matter what I do I can’t get rid of you You’ve changed the way I sound Everyone is asking if I’m okay Plunging fingers down my throat I’m going to purge you, I have to to breathe Still, you lubricate my penetration too much I gag and gag but find no real relief It seems you might defeat me I feel you filling up all my spaces I fear you will take over and I’ll drown Am I not already drowning?
On the way to the airport in Madison, I am bidding my Wisconsin adventure adieu – but not before receiving the last few lines I needed to complete this new poem:
sky shy peeks muted beneath dull grey clouds o’r barren scapes Rusted trappings comfortably home amongst the golds coppers ‘n’ bronzes hazy with wet air Farm houses cast complete with silos randomly checkered among still green hills covered in naked trees Fall is lingering yet not yet winter everything feels dim muffled beneath snow not melting faster When the sun says ‘hey’ everyone takes note grateful for the oddly briefest moments of bright shining splendor Wisconsin in November an atypical adventure delightfully enchanting not because it trys to be wholly uncomplicated Sprawling country canvas sprinkled with hokey charm this temporarily muted palate exaggerating delicate beauty magnifying the simply peaceful
Got DRAGON nails for the showcase!
Still learning to work with them though! So, this is my attempt to sum up a lot:
In process set peice
It’s been lots of fun! So has getting messages about an ongoing creative project that make me smile (more on this to come SOON):
Illustrations by Violetta Nyx
Super grateful, aaand can’t be bothered by subtle plan changes or other shenanigans.
Showcase is Thursday, I’m starting
Kundalini teacher training next week and have my White Tantra workshop this Friday.
I’m looking forward to shifting gears and cruising into fall after this end of harvest BANG!
Oh. And I have plans for you my lovies. Yay!