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thoughts-unrehearsed:

I quiver
at the sound
of his voice

A need driven
by the neglect
of his touch

celticwarriorpoet:

i remember 

the very moment 

i died

it was when

i got the first

sweet taste

of her

cunt

pfw

9/26/2014

archonofdarkness:

my mornings with crows
sandy path dreaming feet water swishing
silent mind
clearing illusions and nimble distractions
no one  sees  my world  like me -
of  boats  drifting into infinite eddies -
zen poetry  on a cloudy morning and miles of unheard voices
emptying  anxiety into the fluttering sky
a monk reclines his feeble mind  into a  perfect silence … but
i sit  and talk to crows …
their eyes grasp my mind leading it astray
like a breeze … it follows
no direction … the crows play with it
and they’re like poets -
they feel the ambiguity of my existence …
they  see  through me glimpsing into  another world … they take notes;
they know me well
like  little Buddhas  their minds are  rich in wisdom …
i’ve  seen them … mocking me  mumbling to  themselves -
and when my eyes open they fade away into the clouds …
then i return to myself and meditate into the breeze
and  no one knows where it takes me … there is no direction -
even the crows have lost me.

archonofdarkness:

my mornings with crows

sandy path
dreaming feet
water swishing

silent
mind

clearing illusions
and nimble distractions

no one
sees
my world
like me -

of
boats
drifting
into infinite eddies -

zen poetry
on a cloudy morning
and miles of unheard voices

emptying
anxiety into
the fluttering sky

a monk reclines
his feeble mind
into a
perfect silence … but

i sit
and talk
to crows …

their eyes grasp
my mind
leading it astray

like a breeze
… it follows

no direction … the crows play with it

and
they’re like poets -

they feel
the ambiguity
of my existence …

they
see
through me
glimpsing into
another world … they take notes;

they know me well

like
little Buddhas
their minds are
rich in wisdom …

i’ve
seen them …
mocking me
mumbling to
themselves -

and when my eyes open
they fade away into the clouds …

then
i return
to myself
and meditate
into the breeze

and
no one knows
where it takes me …
there is no direction -

even
the crows
have lost me.

visionaria:

I’ve crept into your temple I have slept upon your pewI’ve dreamed of the divinity Inside and out of youI want it more than truth I can taste it on my breathI would give my life just for a little death

visionaria:

I’ve crept into your temple 
I have slept upon your pew
I’ve dreamed of the divinity 
Inside and out of you
I want it more than truth 
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death

(Source: fino-all-estasi)

A tender clearing in the path

labelledamesansdice:

I once had an…ability
to turn pumiced hearts
into wet convulsing flesh

and there was a time…
this ability, caught the eye
of a jealous God

and one day,
during a meditative walk
along the edges of where
saffron gatherers toil

in where I sought to mediate
with an agony within,

In stealth,
his long arm pierced as
a sabre through the clouds
and he swept me up in one
fell swoop; when the arches
of my feet innocently beheld
the weight of my body

I resisted this attempt,
this strength and need

and in a struggle, in where my
long cherry blossomed kimono
tangled in between my writhing
body and his fingers…I
stumbled out and fell

but time now has passed
and the bruising’s I had
are all but faded

There is a clearing
and I see crocuses
in my dreams…

and now I call to him,
to come for me again

to descend,
as I wish to make life
breathe in love

I do not wish to resist
this God any longer

Almost

kittygory:

I can almost feel you,
Your long, blunt-tipped fingers —
Nails neatly trimmed and clean —
Sliding with a slow and teasing pace
Between the folds,
Playing the little instrument
That pokes her head out from
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your warm, hungry tongue —
Wet and heavy with desire —
Tickling the nerves that live
Between the folds,
Laving the little dancer
That stretches her neck out from
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your hard, hot hands —
Strong and steadily dominant —
Holding my hips firmly, lips
Suckling the little firecracker
Between the folds,
Raising the little rocket
That launches herself up
Beneath her hood.
I can almost feel you,
Your slow, harsh breaths —
Deep, out of all control —
Stuttering, and stoking the explosion
Between the folds
Soaring, gasping, burning up
Beneath her hood.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

Juice

kittygory:

Incline your ear to the ground.
Can you hear the springs
Flooding the underground wells?
Soon they will burst free,
Carried along by the thunderous
Rush of snowmelt and rain.

Feast your eyes on the flowers.
Can you see the nectar
Zinging through their petals,
Brightening their cheeks
With colors rich and scents bold,
Flavoring the air everywhere?

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

Spring Mating

kittygory:

Lips
Like cherry blossoms
Pout in wanton invitation.

Cheeks
Like color-coded flags
Beckon his hungry eyes.

Birds
Like a symphony
Voice their mating calls.

Blood
Like electric energy
Surges through their veins.

~ KDB

Copyright 2014

kittygory:

celticwarriorpoet:

i touched her clit

she touched my soul

god damn love

pfw 9/13/2014

I licked his slit,

he stole my heart,

hot damn love.

kdb 9/13/2014

kittygory:

celticwarriorpoet:

your thighs squeezed

my head so tight

losing consciousness

with my tongue buried

deep within you…

best sleep i’ve ever had

pfw

9/13/2014

Your hands gripped

my hips so tight,

losing control

with your tongue buried

deep within me…

best orgasm I’ve ever had.

~ KDB

9/13/2014

wordrummager:

staccato rain
plays
my ripened body

moon-ruffled hair
echoes
aria of nightingales

danisplayground:

Just out of reach
Dancing in the darkness
Taunting her grasp
She needed the light
The warmth that comes with it
She reaches in desperation
If she could only bring back the light
The darkness would retreat again.
~ Dani’s Writings ~ 2014

danisplayground:

Just out of reach

Dancing in the darkness

Taunting her grasp

She needed the light

The warmth that comes with it

She reaches in desperation

If she could only bring back the light

The darkness would retreat again.

~ Dani’s Writings ~ 2014

(Source: e-x-c-r-u-c-i-u-s)