Friday, January 29, 2010

The Wine

when I was 19 a friend dared me to write something I would consider is the result.

The Wine

Search far and here through mind to feel the pain of life.
Prick thy skin with razor thorns and threats by Man.
Pierced and lonely, stiff child, reamed of all.
A game then,
play to win,
I submit,
your rules......

Take me and I will scream.
The sounds made by my own agonized voice
are the sweetest music to the soul.
To you I open my dearest crevice
blood, torn asunder by the hilt you ram between my legs.
Steel blade thrust and twisted hard withen my organs
white thighs stained dark with the Wine
and in my perfect pleasure at this thought, I am alone
except for thy delicious presence which binds me to the ground.
Beaten and whipped until the body is an abstract painting of whelts and bruises
each stroke of my tormentor's hand destroys defenses
and I submit to the sensual pleasure of helpless mewing.

The dark Mistress and her Lover playing elaborated games
of pleasure and of pain.

As you say, I do will.
Then the time is right, I become your Lord of Might,
tying your body to the ground with the thorny stems of midnight roses.
To taste your blood and drain your sperm
stained lips caressed by the Wine of Life.
Then the letting dance of death
I reach out with a guns caress
Tempted by the final fate to lie at last in deaths embrace.

A tempt and feign we dance
and in this moment held entranced.
I want to scream the increasing pain.
Until I find my passion, all bruised and black.
No more I crave the sword,
take my promise or be though damned.

A cup of Wine is most divine,
a drop or two forever taints the mind.

Nomha Daonnan

Monday, December 7, 2009

A Starry Rain

I still feel the kiss he placed
where Brahma enters
falling like the
most sublime of

a delicate moisture
that gathers on the nape of my neck
spilling into my heart

to drop down and gird my loins
with stars anew
in a sparkling stream
that at once lifts me up
and drops me to the ground
limp with passion.

December 6, 2009

No Pussyfooting

No Pussyfooting

I am done
be ing
half way there
I am done
not jumping into the water
knowing it is icey
I am done being
afraid to touch the fire
knowing it is hot
I am done pussyfooting around the Entity I AM

good and done
done and good
no half way
no test drives
no silent avoidance of manifest destiny

If you don't like me
I am done being afraid of that 2

I am not here to win most popular awards
nor am I here for just the good parties
(although if you really must know that is 75% of the Charm of Earth)

I am here to do Work
and Work I Enjoy

No Pussyfooting around
Dive Dive Dive
Into the Surface of Earth Air Fire Water

To Bee the Spirit
I Am...

The Vastness of Space

The Vastness of Space

some ideas are so big
that I sidle up to them in wonder
happy to know them like the elephant
and a blind man
one strange mysterious part at a time
one piece of an idea
so vast and lovely
it takes a lifetime to ride



I always knew I would go home
I made my heart a star
and got down and let myself off the hook

Light emitting initiation
of my lunar female Self
marrying true Love the Sun

I began to awaken
holy molecules
bring back reUnion
and I remember
where my eye left off

No Bliss left behind
I open up into

Sacred heart flowering
past despair

I remember
We are One

Hang Ups

hang ups
I opened the closet door and found myself hanging.
wrinkled with the other things long left there
the funny smell of neglect and thoughts left too long unturned

there in the closet my freedom had been a perception
the dark made it easy not to look

the season changed and I went into that closet
but this time I brought a heartlight
new and shiny, fresh from being repaired

and I saw just how high hung up I had been in that
dark closet

and I got down and let myself off the hook
and went about the day



I was made with a key.

I would open to you
like a music box
tuned in the forge of
a god

I would open to you
spilling out into
the aether
delicate refined
like the sweetest perfume

Forgetting in the remembrance
of the starlight
every strand (one)

Would you turn your gaze
upon me?

Feb 7, 2007