Tantric

phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Tantric

There is only
self-imposed
discipline in
our breathing,
the scent of
each other afar.
We strain and ease
muscle and bone to
mold ourselves to
each other and our
most perfect buzz-on:
desire!
Forms, renamed after
each other, and I become
you and you become I,
and all kingdoms fall
before our cup: green
flowing purely between
us--energy transferred
in caress, massage, the
delirious shudders of
completeness, calmed
by the pleasurable
deepness that this
meditation has become.
Who would contain the moon?

--December, 2, 2001
@pth
rockon,
phishgod
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  • And I'll say it again. More love poetry!
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    this early poemette, scribed one dawn after love-intoxications had stirred my soul all night, and unable to sleep, i arose with dark bags under my eyes. quite frankly, i looked like fried crap...but my god there was this golden glow emanating from my face as if i had swallowed the sun !
    yes, a veritable halo plastered on my nose.
    ISN'T LOVE GRAND....

    ***

    Ever Darkening Circles of Golden Joy

    my love has left me sleepless
    again and I wear his emblem
    these blackened grooves
    below my eyes, and what
    time has deprived me
    my inward self glows
    and this glowing is a
    poem and we are a poem
    and a poem
    is a pretty nothing without
    love
    and the world says hey you
    two, get a room
    ah but the world is our oyster
    and she yawns toward the bays
    of Japan and our pearl is the
    poem unwritten,
    the poem we practice
    night after night
    full of indigo-circled
    inklings, the dotted ii’s
    and flourishing strokes
    of firelove and whiskeyed
    dawn.
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    And I'll say it again. More love poetry!


    Your song
    Stirs resting blue-jeweled flames
    Changing my heart’s cadence
    Every impassioned labored beat
    Awakens feelings to timeless memories

    I start to dance
    Abandoned
    Primal vibrations
    My body infused
    With new
    Radiant
    Shifting
    Patterns
    Throbbing with
    Untouched desires

    The drum beat ends

    In the stillness I listen
    As my heart pounds beneath my breast
    Your whisper soft murmurs
    Still singing, I respond
    Watching as
    My environment molds itself
    Into new ways of being
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    excellent and smooth
    yes, primal
    and i can feel
    the tropical rhythms
    and free
    dancing
    and being, yes,
    new

    love's whisper
    still singing
    in the silence
    (ahhh)
  • Originally posted by dyaogirl
    Your song
    Stirs resting blue-jeweled flames
    Changing my heart’s cadence
    Every impassioned labored beat
    Awakens feelings to timeless memories

    I start to dance
    Abandoned
    Primal vibrations
    My body infused
    With new
    Radiant
    Shifting
    Patterns
    Throbbing with
    Untouched desires

    The drum beat ends

    In the stillness I listen
    As my heart pounds beneath my breast
    Your whisper soft murmurs
    Still singing, I respond
    Watching as
    My environment molds itself
    Into new was of being

    I shall...

    "Make me a willow cabin at your gate
    And call upon my soul within the house,
    Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
    And sing them loud even in the dead of night,
    Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
    And make the babbling gossip of the air
    Cry out..."
    .....your name.
    :)
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    The lounge act
    " The tantric love song "

    Before i was young
    I was far too old
    to know anything
    but I'd been told
    to clean behind my ears
    Before my tomb
    i stood naked
    never cried, so i lied
    __________

    I, I knew I'd been had
    but I'm glad
    cuz I saw through the trees
    a shrine, to a god
    no one knew
    oh I knew

    Tantric Love

    I, I knew long before
    my life in a sock, rocks
    beaten like the truth
    lies, inside the womb
    sacred, sacred
    sacred tomb
    of love
    tears

    Tantric Love
    no one hears

    she walks, flowers in her hair
    no wear to look, she wore her bare
    sacred, sacred
    teenage love, no a pit
    lying above us all, she sits
    below one gun
    and laughs, alone
    no one hears, her brillant voice
    ecoed among the stars
    please, please
    let her see, the sea, to be
    love

    Tantric Love





    And I'm Happy
    look who's happy
  • I bet you've got music to this,sevensins.:)
  • Originally posted by dyaogirl
    Your song
    Stirs resting blue-jeweled flames
    Changing my heart’s cadence
    Every impassioned labored beat
    Awakens feelings to timeless memories

    I start to dance
    Abandoned
    Primal vibrations
    My body infused
    With new
    Radiant
    Shifting
    Patterns
    Throbbing with
    Untouched desires

    The drum beat ends

    In the stillness I listen
    As my heart pounds beneath my breast
    Your whisper soft murmurs
    Still singing, I respond
    Watching as
    My environment molds itself
    Into new was of being

    God, I just felt the need to quote it again. :)
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    dyaogirl your
    "My body infused
    with new radiant shifting patterns"
    and
    how i think of you, like subatomic particles...
    as i read Fritjof Capra's essay on
    Quark Symmetries...

    "internal structures that are capable of being 'excited,' that is, of absorbing energy to form a variety of patterns."

    ~~~colorgasmically excited particles~~~
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Originally posted by cassia
    dyaogirl your
    "My body infused
    with new radiant shifting patterns"
    and
    how i think of you, like subatomic particles...
    as i read Fritjof Capra's essay on
    Quark Symmetries...

    "internal structures that are capable of being 'excited,' that is, of absorbing energy to form a variety of patterns."

    ~~~colorgasmically excited particles~~~


    :D

    Dat me a lil ole subatomic particle......
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • But she like the breeze of a butterfly wing....
    The light do a dance through de world...
    Till she glow, she shine in my room,
    a dance, a dance
    diaphanous crystals and fractals and pulses of all that is woman and beauty
    and love I said LOVE!


    As Captain Beefheart once say....

    "When she walks flowers surround her
    Let their nectar come in to the air
    around her
    She lets her love stick out like stars
    Her lovin' sticks out like stars....."
    :)
  • cassiacassia Posts: 277
    Twelfth Night, Act i., Sc 5

    Shakespeare jujube~~
  • cassia, you little concordance, you! :)
    I accord with your concordance.
  • Now for this Tantric little bottle of Californian Zinfandel I purchased today on somebody's recommendation! A toast!

    Actually, I think I'll play some PJ. Anyone suggest an album?
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    L@MSG

    A Toast

    To the sweetest most delicious fruits that seemingly tumble from nowhere, right into your living room....when you follow your bliss......and the circle of friendships that ensue
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • Thank you.
    It's Bradford Mountain.
    I live right opposite a Wine Warehouse!:)
  • phishgodphishgod Posts: 133
    What hath tantric wrought
    whilst i away to work
    the tantric thread has
    expanded into a full weave
    of song, love, bliss, kewlie jewely bliss joy choruses & wine,
    he whines,
    grinning,
    as if
    the poet
    has somehow
    prompted
    a pojo love
    jam extrusion
    of subatomic
    particles
    getting excited...
    thanks for all the fun read replies

    wow!
    yes I will find "more"
    love poems

    (speaking of "found poems"
    some more, that is)

    rofl winking
    rockon,
    phishgod
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