Rub a dub
Scarletexperience
this is my new mantra, my affirmation, my ablution, my absolute. now i will pray for patience, so i can pray with patience. it’s all so confusing…
Recognize the preciousness of your human life that you now have. This was the first teaching after the introduction to the post-festival retreat. Learn to appreciate your life, how rare it is and how fortunate you are to be human and to have found Dharma. Once you truly realize how valuable your…
the starry night
the starry night
i have been to this painting
in my mind’s eye
and in my mind’s mind
i have seen these thousand stars
beyond the canvas
awash in the pigment and the oil
and every star had your face
and every star was your name
and every star was my love
and drove me mad
and healed me
and made me whole (but never sane)
and starlight was my manna
and the music of the spheres my mantra
and the starlight wrapped around me
and held my soul together
and in your eyes is heaven
and every day i go there
and speak aloud my love for you
in holy pure profanity
sending holy goddess-blood
rushing in to blush the cheeks
of all who dwell there listening
they disappear into the night sky
filling it with cries of passion
and shooting stars of lust
to fill my eyes with signs of love
to follow and to live
forever
(comment: i wrote this in a stream-of-consciousness on valentine’s day 2003. it took about 10 minutes start to finish, because the subject is dear to me. -dB)
UPDATE: so much for love, and so much for poetry. my heart is broken but still sings these words. goodbye mermaid. i will love you always, long after the stars have died…
Classic
my new personal ad… and not people who PRETEND online to be dirty and filthy. i mean the kind that are dirty in private, and can keep a secret… so there.
The sound my mouth makes, pushing away the cold.
So, at the end of this quiet afternoon,
Wanting to write the love poems I’ve never written,
I turn from the shadow to the cottonwood
And say blackbird, as if to you.
So, at the end of this quiet afternoon,
Wanting to write the love poems I’ve never written,
I turn from the shadow to the cottonwood
And say blackbird, as if to you.
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An April Fool (springtime dies exploding) pt I
An April Fool (springtime dies exploding) pt I
The long hibernation is ended
Green, purple, yellow-gold
Scream out “REVOLUTION!!”
Dead limbs scattered as the old ways die
But Death is forgotten
As the cycle circles
Ouroboros devouring himself
Diamondback the hillsides
Rivers snake below me
Neospectral fireworks my dismay
Confusion in the beauty
(confusion IS the beauty)
Beloved Vincent, now i understand
Springtime dies exploding
As summer comes eroding
Winter lays a runway down for Death
But momentary springtime
A florid intervention
To shake me from my inner innermost
Destructive self-reflection
My inner insurrection
To make good my escape by standing still
Indelicate mutation
Compromising condensation
The evidence of mourning on the grass…
