afloat i wind to your heart
can a noun verb without you?
can echoes project a reflection
without the hearts convection?
or the nectar of the lips confection?
can a turnstile dip over the moonset
rising red delicious heart wave nets
to trickle spark ignite bright
light widening third eye sight?
remember when we forgot about
yestertheres everywhen the now drew in?
your crown of roses and white linen slip
adorned divine, your beauty
literally blowing my mind
into multiverses sans time?
there’s a lotta dark I removed
there’s a lot that translates
within the blue
the vapid the decay
the desolate the mundane
the heart stained,
the hypno-tele-vised
bleached brained
the begging razors
to scratch the record
wicca wicca slit slice
bleed out and quill ink dye
rest mind, on the needle
to tip the scales of a heart
not broken but of natural hue,
an au naturel patina’d black and blue
such is the stain of life’s innate bruise
soppy shoes, nappy sneaks, sweat soaked
sheets from a night in the underworlds heat.
demon tricks, shield auric field,
separate, incinerate, take a drag, ash flick
thinekth eye, surely this aint my matrix
drifting in and out to give a fuck less
about a materialist existence pure godless.
suffocating on time in rewind,
watching the date tick and tock
smoke a cigarette, squint an eye,
burn the clock,
where’s tink?
give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t your heart.
give two fucks about a shit
when I’m not dreaming about
kissing your pretty pink lips.
give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t I love the fuck out yoos
my little walking talking flower,
my baby boo, my dearest blue.
earthbound chains and linear time games
limited. confined. mindless insane.
I come from realms beyond language,
you wanna hear me spit game?
you wanna hear me speak my name?
u wanna feel my heart blaze?
you wanna feel my flame?
I come from the formless, the void,
realms pure grace that cannot be destroyed,
from Heavens most sacred covens
I am extra-celestial, a walk-in terrestrial.
I am divine
Born of Isis, I come from House Osiris
older than dirt, my soul ancient
my heart-mind glows for my goddess, its god-sent,
the keys to sacred cyphers I grip in my fist
divine love, high magic, supreme tantra my shtick
with silver tongue I dance and
dreamweave puns in the cunning
slithery slit posy pink drip lips
slipping and sliding through
the heavenly portal adorning
the space between your thighs
my heart’s down for goddess games
count me in for eternities on end
I’ve got nothing but love sublime
and a linguists tongue
begging to come undone,
to tickle the the skin
of my most beloved twin
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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~Rumi
use your beauty. I hear your eyes. It is the way. Love
-JPM
I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
~Rumi
