Calling Yama

Death please come sweetly
and I may not deny you
show me where the source
forever flows from.

Take me to your bosom
I feel the need to taste
your silky sweat a fruit
I have longed for too long
it has made my mind dry
as it drools onto my lips.

I have chased bees
all my days squandered
running to and fro
from rose to carnation.

And this incarnation
has become a bore
it has taken the life
from my battered soul.

So please do creep softly
come singing and with gifts
I am not the type to give in
but today I do not want to resist.

Beautiful

Where day melds with the night
and wrong interplays with right
Where the softness of your arms bend
and my lips they do descend
There is captured that moment
of solemn tranquility and serenity.

[This is something I posted on someone's profile. I figured I'd share it with whoever wastes their time to see what I write. :) ]

R&P Poetry

So it is no secret that the last few months I have been on R&P. The other day I bumped what was one of the first threads I ever posted on: R&P Poetry Contest.

I'm glad I did, because I think I got lucky with those who were on at the time and there was a lot of poetry back and forth being written. It was supposed to be all Poetry written "at the moment", so it was also an opportunity to "just write".

Of course, some came out better than others. I have just published below one of the poems "Daily Pre-Occupations" that I like particularly (not saying it's any good of course lol). I will post a couple of others within the next few days that I feel deserve their own "published spot and day".

For those three I don't think "made the cut" I am posting here. :)

Why does she torment me so?
I can not walk without
tripping on my thoughts
as if they were loose laces.

Why does she confound me so?
I dare to understand the mystical
the fabric of which is virtual
as if I know reality is Reality again.

Why does she comprise me so?
She has become a part of me.
She has laid her eggs in my heart
and I can do nothing else but
incubate
suffocate
expediate...

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Beauty like hers I have not seen since
the time of gauntlets and maidens and men.

I guard her footsteps in the sand
from the nefarious wind
who would deem this world
unfit to deal with her deity.

They sit like caskets in the sunlight
basking in the joy of summer.

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(this one Boo and I wrote together back and forth. I plan on teasing it out eventually)
BOOtiful ominous dark clouds approaching....
How comforting the rain appears to be...
It falls from the sky like satin arms....
Embracing it she dances, and dreams of the sea...

Mimicking the tosses and turns they dance...

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Consequently someone decided to start a R&P Haiku thread. I posted a couple of things on that thread. Here they are, what do you think? :)

The scraping wind blows
causing the leaves to part way
karma's interplay.

The way her skin smells
Reminds me of the Garden
I'm ready to sin.

Daily Pre-occupations

Snapped strings hang again
Promises are meant to be kept
The mind it finds a way
to conceive and to deceive.

Boxes are meant to be opened
confidence hangs in the balance
we find it easier to ease our mind
by achieving and receiving.

My lips they do concede
this world has given me
a taste my mouth can not grasp

I will swallow it now
if I must be Shiva
I will fail again and again
Lysistrata has conditioned me.

Pondering the effects of Mei

I am reminded of
the marmalade river
slowly runs it's course
around the bend
the small of your back
your outstretched chin
semi-crossed feet
dangling from the bed
lazy days
feeding my soul
nibbling on your
sweet ambrosia.

The promise I made
to worship you forever
september came too soon
now I reminisce of june
wondering where it went
migration is the way of life
and all of our yesterdays
must voyage to the great beyond.

The way your toes would rewind
my finger tracing along your skin
clockwise or counter?
my tongue would ask by doing.