Seule – for C

loneliness is like a bubble

sometimes all we need
is for it to pop, Pop, PoP!
like a kernel in the microwave

at first, inert,

it doesn’t look like much
then, from somewhere deep within
a heated force of overwhelming power
shines through and breaks the shell.

Cast away

as the tides turn
I learn to navigate treacherous waters

a viking setting sail for the new world,
I circumvent the currents leading me astray
due north, ever further…

winds batter my mast,
my hull heaves under the tumultuous disarray

the maiden, beautiful in her purity
protects my path with knowledge beyond doubt
Goddess of a world out of reach of my own
she hums to me, angelic, serene

stormy seas
are no match for the newfound calm
that resides deep within my soul.

Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

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Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

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Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

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Babes & Beaches

to

behold

azure waters

mending with skies

temperatures rising still

burnt orange palettes

a tropical enclave

of sensuality

and sex

here

women

frolic in the

waters bare breasted

nipples hardened by thoughts

of erect members diving

head first into their

sacred gardens

of bodily

desire

to

behold

such a site

would make a

grown man cry tears

of joy knowing he’s unworthy

of witnessing such magic

for it is only women

that may partake

in this ritual of

love and

sex

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