Kali i`d phone ya but you never pick up
Unless I am holding my dick and a cup.
I`m fading,degrading myself to the bone
But my blood flow won`t have me so goddamn alone.

Kali i`d phone ya but your era tears me down
Instead of enchanting,my God plays a clown
I`m crying,relying that no one will notice
like a kettle that knows just how black the pot is

God as a woman had always confused me
The thought of her rule would have always abused me
But Darkness is right where the sunshine is bred
and Sunshine is right where a baby is fed.

I wished i was strong enough to face the humility
I always reached out to have the ability,
To wipe out the sinking notion of Sin
and to know that where i End

Is where you begin.

AUM

KRING KALIKAYE NAMAH AUM

мей ай, Панда-рей?


Touch me --- in secret places no one has reached before,
--- in silent places where words only interfere,
--- in sad places where only whispering makes sense.

Touch me --- in the morning when night still clings,
--- at midday when confusion crowds upon me,
--- at twilight as I begin again to know who I am,
--- in the evening when I see you and I hear you best of all.

Touch me --- like a child who will never have enough love,
--- for I am a girl who wants to be lost in your arms,
a woman who has known enough pain to love,
a mother who is strong enough to give.

Touch me --- in crowds when a single look says everything,
--- in solitude when it's too dark to even look,
--- in absence when I reach for you through time and miles.

Touch me --- when I ask,
--- when I'm afraid to ask.

Touch me --- with your lips,
your hands,
your words,
your presence in the room.

Touch me --- gently for I am fragile,
--- firmly for I am strong,
--- often for I am alone.

Ще ти постна нещо мое, което знам, че харесваш.....Не съм толкова изкусна като теб, но е от сърце


Bone to Blood……
Crushing flood
Named after woman
The Empress Roman

Blood to Fire……
Urgent desire
For wax melting hands
Burning both ends

Fire to Ashes……
Ego sharply clashes
Lovingly blind
Two of a kind

Ashes to Snow……
In a single blow
Rare human breeding
Never seen bleeding

Snow to Feather……
Lightens winter`s letter
Sacrifice unseen
Of the magic within

Feather to Bone……
The magic has gone
Under vultures` beaks
Cursed by Twin Peaks


17.3.2009

Nothing can give that much pleasure to the soul
as when it finds out (or in),that the thing that its talking about
is seen from another soul,in prism,to complete to Whole,
And it bows down in Awe free of anger and doubt
thus crushing the doubt mechanism.

Compassion`s a word,but i deal in Cores.
Thus feeding my fearful and tired old spores
Never directly,always under a mirror
A path that i found out makes Darkness seem clearer.
Anyone who`s He must choose not to fear Her.

Ер,thank you for the complicity.
You`re an expert in the tenderest simplicity
of the most important matters
I always love your letters.


Above mentioned was my night`s view of duplicity.
I bid you good night and shall hide my eccentricity.

Miranda i`m gleefully cheered but alarmed
How a thing,like yours here,can get me so charmed
As always i`ll thank and give praise where it`s due
In my mind your verses resemble fresh morning dew
For a spirit to read on and feed on and bleed on
My highest desire`s that the poetry`d breed On.

The Morning motion sickness of the tired wired minds
would look for answers everywhere,and their ideal it finds
And if you search for Love,you`ll often lie to your own face.
And in the act of revelation,you will just fear disgrace.

Shame.
I blame shame.
Fear.
I blame fear.

I am lying again in the face of my Love when i fail to confess.

There`s no Love in Fear.

But you shouldn`t have worn that dress.

And silenced my lips so well.

So i will carry my Love right through every hell.

Until I feel clean.

To tell you what i Really Mean.

I don`t want to be wise,i want to be accepted.
I don`t want to be right,i want to be corrected,
I don`t wan`t to be inert,i want to be frightened,
i don`t want to be night,i want to be enlightened.

But what i want and what i need are not the same thing that i bleed.
And what i need and what i want,will always struggle for position in the front


So screw em both,i`ll live for Now.
Whatever has to happen will happen somehow,
without my control,for this life is only one roll,
of the divine dice,
i`ll just try to be nice.
to every soul.

To be Wise is to embrace Acceptance

To be Right is to accept Corrections

To be Alive is to correct Inertness

For Life is a shimmery Light

Seen only in the night........

.........of Creation