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Monday, February 26, 2007

Explode

Yes this one's about passion and sex, but dammit, it just never gets old! Explode 17/6/06 Blood swirls In my head. The hot thumping Bursting In my head. I feel as if I might explode. If I am to explode, I want you to be the spark. Flick the lighter Pour the gasoline Set me ablaze Throw me a kiss... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sun and moon

Posting this one again, as Bhaskar's talk about the sun and the significance of it for him reminded me of this poem of mine. My sun is in Cancer [Cancer is ruled by the Moon] though my Ascendant is in Leo (thus my chart is ruled by the Sun). Sun and moon 15/9/06 Basking in intense warmth Seeking out... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Two poems

Reading one of my older poems, "Ocean of you", it reminded me of one I've already posted, "Shiva". So I will post them together. I was reading about Shiva and a book and it said, "In Tantric belief, Shiva pulls from the heavens." I liked that thought so a poem sprang from it. Shiva 24/6/06 Pull me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007

If I keep up this prose stuff, I'll need another blog

Astrologically speaking, f ire by itself does not accomplish that much. Fire in and of itself is valuable, because it is (I’m biased here because my astrological chart is disproportionately fiery). Fire is pure inspiration. Nor does pure earth by itself accomplish much. It is inert. It is only when... Sign in to see full entry.

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Okay so this post isn’t a poem either!

What is freedom? Are humans ever truly free? Free from what, precisely? Is freedom the same as independence? Is independence (if it is different) the only freedom humans can know? How closely linked is freedom to money (as freedom is sometimes defined)? Robert Kiyosaki (not a philosopher, I know)... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 23, 2007

A fundamental tension

I've pinpointed a fundamental tension in my psyche. I come from very practical, tangible-achievement-oriented people (my ancestors on both sides of my family were farmers, and nobody in my family has moved much beyond that yet). Yet, my mind and my interests are rather abstract. Other than printing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Searcher

Searcher 24/2/07 I am a searcher But in searching One sometimes gets lost. I have found unexpected conclusions Believed in unexpected answers Played with unorthodox paints And rediscovered new-to-me colors. Sign in to see full entry.

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Diogenes

A little oddity. Goes well with the song "Cover Me" by Bjork. Diogenes 24/2/07 Give me my lamp I’m hunting for mystery. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Lust

Obviously, my mind is in a particular place.... Lust 22/2/07 I want you All of you I want our worlds to collide. But beyond that Deeper within that What I want even more Is to be overwhelmed by your love Taken in your arms Shaken to my core with ecstasy Pleasured and possessed By your sex. Sign in to see full entry.

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Your world

Some poems contain fantastical worlds unto themselves. Your world 22/2/07 Can I exist in your world? Can I stay there? Can I live where Sex is a free animal That gallops and sweats Feverish with pulsing energy Never catching its breath Trembles in ecstasy And climaxes At the faintest, lightest touch... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry intended to relieve the dissonance in my head and my heart, but meant to be read by others, as poetry just for myself isn't cutting it for me anymore. I'm taking the plunge, and looking for feedback. And wondering if there's anybody out there.

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