Five Finger FiligreeFive finger filigreeInk lines traversing meIn feats that flow through symmetryAnd Random, freeBreath to breathe.Every hour building power;Bringing climax to the skiesBurning fumes behind the eyes-Cataclysmic swagger hip-clenchSeismic drop of give-and-take synch.Questions left with space to findAn eternal stretch of opened mindExpanse beyond dreamscapes combinedWith flowering flow of endless TimeA looping wheel, a cyclical line.All living things may die,But I'm alive and feeling fine.
The Ethereal SeaLuminescence in extremes,In succulent violet-greensThat sparkle in the dusky lightAnd ease me gently into night.I lie down, my feet up,Head down,Slipping my fingertips aroundAnd around in the ends of my hair,Closing my eyes and lying thereAnd letting my third eyeDo the seeing.People, places, countless visions,Sounds, smells, proclamationsOf all of Time's departedAnd the so-called nonexistent,Bridging the gap between worldsAnd drifting through the silver mistsInside my mind.Pain comes first, but fades quickly,Eventually becoming the subtle staticThat buzzes throughout the mentalRadio-drama.I miss him, and her, and them,All irretrievable to meBeyond the veil of Death,And unspoken words swim between us,Whispered too breathlessly to be heard.Embraces never to be shared...I laugh and cry at how I caredTo bring myself into this space,To eat the woe that fills the place.Tears are inevitable, but I cherish them;What else may we expect to hold ontoExcept the way
The Earth is SmilingCool night air on pale flesh,Bare and pressedTogether in joy and comfort,In love and affection of a qualityAnd quantityImpossible for the tongue to express,Articulated adequately only byBody, mind, and soulIn unison.Moonlight amplified byBlankets of cloud, drawnLazily on a gentle breezeOver shining silver stars.The sky, rolling velvet indigo.Frogs singing from treesAnd insects humming steadily,Rejoicing,As we sigh soft vapors of fulfillment;Two beasts in each other's arms,In the presence of our Mother,Sharing one soul in abounding peace.Be still and hear;The earth is smiling.
Bill's spleenBills spleenI hold my face in two hands.Yes, Im crying.I hold my ugly face in two handsto keep my eyes closed.Two hands protecting,two hands preventing,two hands soothingmy soul from leaving me in anger.I hold my face in two hands,just in your two hands.
presages de printempsin the sparkle-sound of rainI hear your voiceas the day-crows returnbickeringto tangled nests
.Teach my mind to weavethrough your name, my fingers your frame, 'till dusk settles.
why all psychics are cheaters:loving you--battleship with amind reader:my missilesalways miss you; imiss you more.you winwhy do iplay games i know i'llalways lose ?probablybecause i'm playingagainst you
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1winter crescent moonacross my breasts—he calls me wisteria2clouds under the moon—his touchyielding winter pears3open-air marketselecting ripe persimmons—warm scent of last night4green shoots forcedfrom the gardener's manure—we linger, moon watching5in bathrobeson a moonlit garden pathtoo cold out to be tempted6 our astrological elementsmy air to his fire—a position forevery phase of the moon7tangent moon—the sounds he makesa night creature's song8after, my streaming hairand moonlightfor his head to rest upon9outstretched limbs,the low-slung moonalso in repose10moon tides penetrate—he's still with meat dawn's first light
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:She soars above clouds,Beloved, wild, unrestrained.Ended by envy.- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
OneBrilliance of the SunBurning beyond our passionsLove and Light are One.