offBEAT heartBEAT

offBEAT heartBEAT

as i close my eyes
I begin to clap offbeat,
the vibrations created link
in sync to the heartbeat of life ...
as the resonance of its dissidence radiates
to complete the 360ciph
as I meditate 7 fold
& medicate heavens soul,
it becomes 1 with the whole...
contained & controlled
yet dispersed throughout this 1 verse
singing like a cosmic hymn
beating like the cosmic drum
shining like a cosmic gem
ringing like the cosmic hum
resonating from within
taking me back to where I’m from....
Each hollow heart beat echoing the birth...
Each hollow hearts beat echoing the birth...
Each hollow heart beats echoing the birth...
Each hollow hearts beats echoing the birth...
I follow the baseline like 741 breadcrumbs from the galactic womb & run
back to my earthly tomb,
back to my heart,
back to the earth,
back to my heart,
back to the earth,
back to my heart... beat...
With each back step I take
a field of forces gravitate then circulate
at 528 this force field created generated
particles accelerated as if caught in a black hole....
I lent her my consciousness as we embraced in this dance
Trapped in HER (et)HER,
I locked myself
in praying mantis meditation stance
for 144000 generations/awakening at dawn
to catch the 1st rays of my
2nd days sunrise
in my 3rd eye
Now... I’m ready to rule.

zEROtOtHE4THpOWER

zEROtOtHE4THpOWER

~I just found a very small place in my mind
where 'I' rhymes with 'time'
where this black mole on my face
reflects a black h0le in space...
with a 9ether hair spiraling 4th,
in reality is a galaxy
I
AM
I'm rEv0lving yet perfectedly
constant & neutral
& still
& yet & still expanding to fill
feels like room-temp water tastes
to go to a place never ventured 4th be4,
to walk through a door never entered be4 with no j0y or fear,
no regret or anticipation
just patiently pacing in place
I’ll get there in
time
I'm thinking about kN0wing
that the ever-evolving n0w is all that was,
is
or will be is flowing 4th
did I mention my nationality =
4th dimentionality, see
there’s a c0de,
a kind of an equation itching in my s0ul imagination,
sum sort of a formula forming fraction to whole…
I’ve been dissolving on solving
since since
had kNow meaning…
since my eYe burst open in the darkest ocean
&
shed earths 1st tears to sea...
since be
4 consci0usness calcified
& the dream of life
awakened then died
4th whence immortality's physicality
was perpetually petrified
having no n0/ledge of
having
ever
lied...
having kNow being
to see, be seen or watch seeing
no feeling of feeling free
from even the dealings of feeling
the cost-
l0st
value-
askew
fee-
syphoning soul from me
only to be
returned back to
Self.
Truly, the I beholds All but its wealth~

Remember When...

Remember When...

Remember when
I asked
at our outset
for us to set out to remove our masks...
loved to lover
and reveal the innermost unto,
one to another?

Remember when
I declared
you to have a blank slate
in my eyes, in my heart
& only requested the same
on your part?

Remember when
we agreed
the only way we would succeed
is if our mutual mission
was based in the conviction that
for better or worse
everything in our universe
would evolve into oneness
first
&
foremost?

Remember when
you stated
however this life be fated
you were mine:
body
heart
mind...
and that if we could just find the way
you know
our love would grow exponentially
day
to day?

Remember when
we concurred
that neither of us
was new to relationships in erred,
that we're done being conquered
or even conquering
but our hearts yearn to sing...
our souls thirst to dance...
in balance?

You remember?
Do you?
Ok, Im just making sure...
Well, What the hell happened??!
Cuz...
I remember when
familiarity did not breed contempt
I remember a short time ago
when familiarity didn't equate to
jealousy
insecurity
disunity
or even tempt the ego.
Feelings frozen frigid
& battlelines etched, cracked & rigid
deeper than skin
deeper than this hole of
defensive linguistic stances &
posturing pretenses masked as
happenstance...
we find ourselves in...
dark, dank
desolation...
Not exactly what we,
in our age of dedication & devotion,
conceded to when we entertained the notion of
isolation...
You remember…?
our own secret island
where we were free to run wild &
leave all their lies
the rush of relief
once awakened eyes dawn
from nights thief...

I remember.
I remember...
I re
member them
like pieces to a grandiose puzzle 
with each connection
I am intoxicated by this remembrance
& its reflection
& the more drunk I get
with nips, sips & guzzles
it helps me forget
that remembering
is all I have.
I remember...
Copyright ©2013

Tandava

I dance
my Tandava dance
to heal,
 laughing all the while...
 the world burns
with each turn
I turn
 Creation face,
 revealed.
 Kali, paramour
 take my hand,
as I take yours,
 come to me.
 I lead, you follow
 in this cosmic dance we dance...
Her quick-witted quips flutter, higher
as loves 3rd I-lashes shutter by
enchanted incantations of butters fly
whipping from her tongue,
the blood from her lips dripping fueling first fire
& extinguishing earths ashes
 The last thing they want...
 is
The first thing they need...
 to see
 is you
romantically enhancing,
 intrinsically dancing
 with me...
 I twirl my girl as she hurls the world,
 we kick so high to the constellations in the sky
 stomping stardust from our barefeet
 with each step back to the earth
So deep
 cracking mountains
erupting volcanos
surfing tornados
 birthing diamonds
 I find them embedded in her
 hips,
 Im entranced by the way she shakes...
amazed to this day from that
&
then we spin & spin
 to the rhythm within
 galaxies to atoms
 til we ascend...
only returning as I
dip her beyond her depths
 til she turns back to Self
 & re
 Members that we are our secrets
& where we are kept...
 Truly, 'Ma
All this world's a stage.
 All of life's a page
 in a book
 on a shelf
 of a case
 in a row
 on an isle
 in a library
 of lies buried
 of truths realized
 of meditating silence
 of medicating wholeness
 of blank pages unfolded
 & read aloud
 the Exalted exhalation's utterance
 is rebirth of that-which was never
 dead just
 recycled, instead
 every breath allowed is as ocean to cloud
 never permitted to die
 ever afflicted to cry
 never inflicted to lie
 ever insistent to fly...
 this instant to try...
 this instant
 this instant
 this instant of time
 where I Be-Comes I'm
 this instant
 so full of potent potentialities
 where I Be-Comes I'm
 they marvel at ALL the things that could be...
 echoing
growing into an eternity of things that would be...
kNowing
flowing into an insanity of things that should be...
 But, All I am
 I'm
 doing
 is
dancing
 my Tandava dance
 to heal,
 laughing all the while
the world burns...

... is what I read on her lips

 

She is there
in the darkness...
I can just barely make out her frames
silhouette though...
as the candlelight flickers
& reflects off her red patent leather
stilettos
and I know
what she wants...
I know why she's been waiting
patiently anticipating
salivatingly
contemplating...
she contemptuously tempts me
invitingly beckons me...
with her body's language
and all too well, I can read:
'her needs = my passion'
its agreed,
the fires ignite
she concedes her delightful will to my
desire for thrashing
beads fashion as her mouth drips
from each corner as she licks her lips
from the mere thought of my presence
of body's heat radiating my essence
of my breath seducing the hairs on her
necks nape
she is my willing slave
& she never wants to escape
& she never will!
I have her now & forever!
Splendidly twisted,
sadistically gifted…
Seductively, I  toy with her mind
the blissfully contoured lifts & dips of
her spine
send me in a romancing trance
I lead as she follows in this dance we
dance...
I lose my grip on space & time,
as I grip her waist
from behind
She lunges back as I plunge forth
to find her kundalini...
ahhhhhhhhhhh...
there
it
is...
that sweet tingly spot
in the corner of east & north...
her energy rises higher & higher
so high I
see flashes sorta’ like the aurora
borealis
of her aura
emanating from her py.RA.mid-like palace
as it wraps itself about my obelisk-like
phallus....
So enthralled by this soul-quenching
rush of lust;
the feel of handcuffs cold steel cutting
into her wrists;
the stinging kiss of my palm against her
bare ass cheeks;
not to mention the tight tension of
chains restraining &
binding her arms behind…
the passion in her full hips,
I’m addicted to like she- the lash of the bullwhips,
we both so afflicted by this pleasure of
pain
inflicted by this Kings royal scepter
formed like a iron rod by God
and this Queens royal chamber,
I swear it's about to drive me insane,
with its walls; silken pink
laced in velvet
pure and creamy like whipped milk
I trace the imprint of her skin-tight corset
with my tongue, lips & teeth...
I take savoring sips of the emphatically
sensuous pants and moans
sporadically
leaking from her clinched lips
in syncopation to her angelic body's
cascading angulations
her nymphatic twists and turns are the
tantalizing gifts I yearn
with the power to blur my minds lines of
reality...
I'm hypnotized into a fallacy
my eyes; entranced as I watch her hips
dance
to a chorus of bites & squeals
scratches & screams...
Like fine whines
they only get louder with time. . .
The sinfully scented, peppered & minted
drops of sweat, we marinate in
I am intoxicated by the serenading presence of
her effervescence;
relentlessly ravaging
savagely feasting
pleasingly releasing this beast within
in her in each earthquaking shake,
thrusting stroke
One hand on the headboard,
the other
on
her
throat
gently for a time but then
I begin to choke
She says, ‘Are you trying to kill me?’
I think, ‘Do you have to ask?’
Her tears cascade down her cheek to the
pillow below
All I can do is laugh...
attempts at gasping, I feel in my palm
just as I loosen my grip she tightly grips my forearm...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her lips...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her hips...
'Don't stop! Harder!
Loving you is a battle &
I wanna to die as your martyr!'
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips

Copyright Date 2010

Akasha

She sits,
 weaving reality
from my dreams it is spun,
 on that fine line between
what we define as consciousness & 'un'
 Im being seducingly serenaded,
lifted; with her finger to my chin...
 this deep sea syren inducingly parading
 gifted; she casts weighted lines & reels me in...
 singing
songs
sang in my poetic pens 1st person, future-tense,
 She spins words knobbed delicate as webs cobbed,
 each line is a lie(-n) I want out
rehearsing an inescapable pretense...
 trapped in this place I dwell
I kNow too well...
 it is from whence I come &
 it is to thence I go

'Every thing just a thing of everything else...
 the sum part members are never = to the 1 wholes wealth.'

She
enchantingly
chanted, with a smile...
"You
re
 member your lines, I bet...
Don't you...
Cast,
Crew,
 &
Set?"
Beguiling, me...
 Mind racing, now...
 whilst standing in place.
Defiling me...
 Heart pacing, how...
 whilst floating in space.
I have NO CLUE what shes talking about...
lines? cast? crew?
A kinda schizo-
phenic Deja-
vu Lucid-
dream Outta body-
experience caught
in a multi-polar will still, fixed
synesthetic vibrational cocktails mixed
with Virgin Marys Blood, some Kundalini spine venom in them
& a Moonshine spell
not shaken but stirred betwixt crib & casket
the dream between,
sight blurred, speech slurred but trying to mask it
glibly shes weaves me
into her
black matter basket
& I cant get out.
In my minds lapses, it is her I hear
with passionate whisperings igniting each desire,
she ceremoniously places my will to pyre
& as I burn,
mathingly laughing at my every fear,
the smoke & ashes rise higher...
Lines? Sum parts... whole wealth? What Cast? What crew?
 Like my lifes just a movie to view!

'What, is that it? My lifes just a movie to you?!
 WHO
ARE
YOU?!!!!'
 ///////////\\\\\\\\\\\
 YOU?!!!!
ARE
 WHO
 repercusses
 like the Reaper cutting
 repercussions of this sick psycho
sickle
cycles-
 Who
are
you
&
You
are
who?
resounding,
compounding
I found it
sounds like I,
I am 'C'
in an 'A & B' discussion;
I wish I was A...
 I just want to B...
 but both flowing naturally into me,
just wait... like 1 & 2 goes into 3,
you will, C...

From hollows dark, deep
 secrets keep...
 1 whole-sum part
 I am
 addicted to her
dark arts game
 like moth to flame
 like victim to blame
 like victor to shame
 like unalike to same
 we are all drawn
 to what we dawn to,
 pawn to what we fawn,
 ...to what we are drawn
 sketched & contorted convictions
 etched & detoured nocturnal emissions
metaphorically distorted previsions
spiritually cropped religions
 invested ingested & sorted admissions
 mentally photo-shopped omissions
scripted prophets are splifted
poets
=
puppets
sequentially hacked & chopped in suspension
 divested digested & aborted decisions
 where even cutting your strings,
wont disrupt a damn thing...
 Dont you see?!
 It's all a part of the climaxing scene...
'CUT & PRINT!'
 'Alright, places everyone, places...
Lets do it one more, 'one more' time.
 either for good measure or
 just to satisfy my egos pleasure...
 Lights, up!
Cameras, rolling!
 Annnnnnndddddd...
ACTION!'

This Poem is not about Love

Tell me,
what would you think
if i took you beyond the brink of ecstasy?
Just you & me...
I can tell you like the way that sounds so
come over here and let me remove your nightgown
with my mouth
I'll take you down south
for a hot and juicy meal
oh, you like it like that baby?
Well, tell me how it feels to give me your all
with your back pressed against this wall...
legs wrapped around my waist as I race
for your matching lace Victoria Secrets set
to take it off
baby, just say it, I'll do whatever I have to get you
hot, wet and soft!!
Like a fiend, you pursue
my boxers made of silk
tasting your nectar
it's as sweet as milk
the sandalwood incense is burning hot
like the intense yearning I have for what you got!
I know all the rules and the name of this game
and I play it well!
hell, I'll let you lead as you proceed to supply me with ALL of my sexual needs!
Ya see, I didn't come to make love
I came to do battle!
Watchin' you stick that ass out and shake it like a rattle!
Damn, I can't wait any longer for you to feed this hunger.
I can think of at least, 10,
11...
12.....
hell 24 positions
I wanna have you in!
Your body is that of a goddess
and I wanna master your religion!
I love it when you please me
I love it more when you tease me.
Tryin' to run away...
girl, you'd be crazy not to stay.
I'll have you climbing to the ceiling
with the pleasure of pain you'll be feeling
and if you do make me chase
I'll have you all ova this place!
From the kitchen table
to the mantle ova the fireplace!

I hear your pussy purrrrrrrrrrr
as I stroke its fur
tell me baby,
are you as ready as me?
I let my fingers do the walking so I can see
if your love juices are loose and flowing
long and deep as my love is growing and growing
at the sight of your body glowing
glistening wet with sweat
I'm listening to your pillow-talk
like the mighty lion I stalk
but don't strike yet
you got me hotter than hot
I like it alot
but wait for the prefect time to make you mine
Shhhit, it's about time you stopped frontin'
had me huntin for some time now,
how I've dreamt of this moment for a lifetime
you make me wanna explode
the way you suck on my lifeline.
You examine every square inch of my body with your lips
as I lick honey from your hips nipples and fingertips
At this moment, I dont want your mind or your heart...
just that body, every part!
I'm like a kid in a candystore,
I have no idea where to start!
We make our way to the bedroom
you close the door,
sealing your doom see,
my beds not for sleeping
but for keeping you moaning, groaning
squealing and squeaking
like the worn out springs in my mattress
I know nothing could ever match this!
I put my key in your hole
unlocking your soul
allowing it to run wild and free
as you do the same for me.
Damn baby, you driving me crazy!!!
Dazing me, its amazing to me how your stacked
from the back
I grab handfuls of your dreadlocks
stroking in rhythmic motions as my bed rocks
(like wilma & fred)
my insatiable hunger finally, finally being fed!
On your stomach, back and hips I leave passion marks
the bed almost burst into flames from the passion spark.
You and I engaged in back-breaking labor
savoring your flavor
as my nosey-ass neighbors
constantly complain
but in vain to my landlord
about my headboard
rocking, knocking to the beat of
A Love Supreme, My favorite things to do to you
as Tranes pours Afro-Blue out of his tenor sax.
melting away time like a candle of hot wax.

You and I waking up the entire neighborhood!
Shit, what u expect
when it starts getting good?!
Eternal bliss while we're fucking
I kiss your neck while you're sucking...
on my ear
the only sounds I care to hear
are your passionate pantings, rantings
turning into chants
begging me
BEGGING ME to 'do it faster, dear!'
I want your legs...
over my shoulders
HIGH in the air
or maybe I'll suck on your thighs as you sigh,
'oh yeah baby, right there!'
Would you care to
dare to
do it in that chair or even on those stairs?
Now, there's something you don't hear about everyday.
but that's how I like to play.
Night breaks for day
giving way to dawn
your body is as graceful as a swan
spasmic motions release orgasmic love potions
climaxing juices flow as the tempo slows to an exhausting stop,
our 3 hour contest ends with you on top
damn baby, no ones ever made my toes curl and my ears pop!!!
Sexing you is taking a ride on a supersonic jet
flying high above.....
I might need to change the title of this poem.....
maybe it is about love.