Big waves

 Is it advisable for juicy hearts to so soon

go big wave surfing pulled in by irises

as aquamarine as ocean garden’s embrace

with galaxy golden event horizons edging

black hole pupils of insatiable gravity

eclipsing even eternal Eve's eyes in Eden?

Should Adam confess sudden interpenetration,

ancient form familiarity within coastal caves

of 12000 generations of love and loss

melting and emerging in warm wind swept pools

and valleys of nature's breathtaking beauty

they interbreathe in fractal asymmetry

as nude red bodies swim in transcendent fire

stirring ecstasy too astounding to grasp.

So inasmuch as letting go in the yoga flow

of age old wisdom in this drum beat of existence,

T Rex & trees trigger timeless memories

they can’t help but see an age-old affinity

within the apparent explosive chemistry.

And so seek the subtle slow recollection

with the total extent of titillated tongues

tasting every inch from inside

to the tips of their tarnished toes

and the outer reaches of sanity

 

 

 

Wholey, Holey, Holy

 

Wholey, Holey, Holy

Intrinsic trinity

you, me and being Free

Non inherent ID

Nepal Buddha Jyanti

For monkeys & Monks… Best,

Temples, Caves, Gurus, Fests

The empty luminous

Amrita of Awareness

elixir of endurance

Loving Moving Stillness

Dancing Union of Pain/Bliss

Mantra yoga, Kora breaths

Mind myriad manifest

Light bodies endless kindness

 

 

e Merging un Known

 

to pause per chance to feel

through the spaciously unreal

sharing interior edges reveal

layers in layers to unpeal

the e merging un known kiss/miss

silent sextet winter’s witness:

tai chi sway, ballet clay, acro splay

thumb vines twine up to C1 spine

head on thigh, foot & sky combine

no need to say, in contact we pray

we move night & day, ons orleef; YAY!

Ecstatic epigenetic and prophetic

7 equal earthlings’ emergent aesthetic

poignant play of poetic physics

Pivoting points placing perfect pressure

Mystical meats meet in even measure

As people puddles pause in pleasure

 

 

 

8th Day Burning Erotic Rupture

 

And on the 8^th day Evadam co-create

Dark and light in the earth womb reunite

God/desses recruit the forbidden fruits

Rebuilding a tree temple from the roots

sky and ocean reconnect out of the blue

as cosmic tentacles rebirth rainbow hues

dancing homage merges blood and bliss

on the yoni altar of blessed beets

non-expectant but pregnant holy whore

detached as she powerfully explores

celebrating countless connected kin

energy becomes matter beyond sin

breastfeeding thousandfold psychedelic souls

mirrorball orgasms penetrate the whole

whilst the wood witch escapes the stake once more

as ego mandalas burn to the floor 

Rising from attached & averse ashes

Ageless stories rupture contact eros  

Self consuming Cannaballs conceive consent

Gestating androgenous alchemy

 

 

 

 

Paradise Problems

Beguiling but belligerent beauty

love longing in lusaphone paradise

between warm waves and cold caipirinhas

hearts flowers, brittle pansy shell parcels

defending fortressed ruins of old emotions

insecurity seeking solace in tropical skies

wounded word waves break violently

on massively miniscule milky way shores

snorkeling on the surface of life’s depths

jealous witness to carefree fauna foreplay

mermaids only swim truly naked at sunset

burnt bodies begging passion's forgiveness

as the best intentions melt in translation

wood game enemies yearn for peace

lovers linger in corona limbo, ever hopeful

a coconut palm sunrise mourning humour

and the Mozambican mosquito massacre

of hurt herbivores beat by heat of retreat

Sky Dancers

Venus on fire alive under a dying moon

accompanies Mars to dance across the sky

as evening stars meet beyond imagination

rising to move like the wind that caresses

warm but cool, soft but firm, 

grounded but flying in loud silence

Slow Dancing 

The patience is its own gift.

We wait lifetimes for such perfect presence.

Hearts beat fast in this slow dance.

Egos harden against losing control

but my guard falls at your feet when we meet.

Open to give love I may not receive,

to worship a goddess I can’t believe.

Such fierce fights should surely force fear of flight,

than entrust a lover to spend the night.

But breath in synch slows passions’ instinct

to let the strength of our fires explode.

From the movement massage med’cine mystery

Crazy wisdom flows through creaking bed posts

and shows the strength of Vuln’rability.

My head says run and tightness in my chest,

yearning for more than this uncertain test.

Till we touch/taste the yoga of union,

biting into beauty of pure being.

A secret mountain sunset; night beach kiss

that bends bodies outside space into bliss,

in tantric dancing freedom; I feel your truth.

Shapeshifting Shamans

Dancing freedom brought forth this verse today:

Shapeshifting Shamans
The shape shifting shamanic DJ blooms
an intricate web of wondrous tunes
inviting creature creators to swarm.
Growing  from earth fantasy forests form,
bodies intertwine like roots and vines.
Flowing from rivers fish slide beyond time.
Melodies emerge amongst magic words
Blowing beings become the wind and birds
flock together;  many but one feather.
Glowing embers imbue burning pleasure
As phoenixes fly free, warm fires of sound
pound undergound ;  moles, worms, seeds abound.
Cosmic dung beatles change shit into stars,
Venus  praying mantis eats away Mars,
snakes shed skins revealing serpants within.
Once parted sexes now in sync they sing,
like howling wolves become one with moon
Sun monkeys silly dance so much, they swoon.
Elephants remember how to evolve
as universes of beings revolve.
Settling down to sleep the jungle of feet
retreat to the womb and just the hearts beat,
as real old rhythms revived from the verge.
Science, movement med’cine and body art merge.

Vibrant Migrant

Home is where your heart is, the wise say

to vibrant politically silenced migrants

not vigilant of often violent environments

No one truly native, so interbred and related

Never stagnated, no words wasted...painted-

In rainbow colours; closely acquainted

Slaves and settlers; both torture tainted

Amalgamated in ill-fated desire to escape it

Here never enough and now seemingly belated

When will life happen? How long have I waited?

From war, economic whores, closed doors, and laws

We run, swim and jump, breath-baited

Babylon’s barbed borderlines practically faded

Thinking we have arrived in Zion; almost elated

Yet no sooner arrived than most degraded

Ruthlessly refugees hard-won wealth raided

Unaware, the African abuses the African’t,

Frustrated, so long isolated, and subjugated,

Poverty stricken and violence inculcated

How could we be but xenophobic and jaded?

As an incurable tourist I see with new eyes

Not distant monuments or tropical skies

but beautiful presence and my heart cries

for having come home finally, escaping lies

popular media would have me believe and tries

to draw me away, to criticize, to despise

uncertain if tomorrow will come and I’ll realise

so instead my excitement sets sail and fantasy flies

like a child in a state of constant surprise

having let go of all desire to escape, I arise

anew, reborn; my heart, now in full view, sighs

“when free of fixed identity, love makes you wise”

Having travelled in body and mind, we can,

at the flip of a synapse, expand our span

developing the vision of the nomadic Koi-san

where here and now reveals the plan.

senses tweaked observant of where I am

the world my oyster, the earth my land

the ocean my blood, the sky in my hand

digging my bear toes into the borderless sand

No nationalist slave to scapegoat scams

I open my door to just be human

Teen Tuck Shop

Sweets for my sweaty sweet

At last we have chance to meet

In Willy Wanker’s ex confection shack

So for now follow fancy but watch your back

Let all lessons in biology, physics and chemistry

Culminate in this after school erogeny

Charming Shelly expose your lovely belly

And let the Mack Daddy show you ecstasy

Sweet sighing sounds abound in visual virility

Her nymph like dance & my wizard like prance

Conjuring up pent up adolescent fires

Bent out of shape by society’s liars

We get back in form with passionate pliers

We slowly but exquisitely reveal our desires

And nothing but penetration propaganda

Prevents our pleasurable pubescent agenda

I awake wet, tongue-tired and cuddling kitty

Post extreme dream seems quite shitty

arising summer

stare east to the radient rising sun

as your heart flowers greeting a new day

 reflection of an ageless cycle starts

 baring fruit not far from where life began

near the zenith now face north and kneel low

in respect for the heat and guiding light

like poetry salutes the bird in flight

a late worm wriggles in the midday glow

walk west as sunflowers' father falls late

fascinated by the fall of fiery fate

succumb to the set of summer insense

such sweet scent, must melt what we resent

slip slowly south into the salty sea

as lost stars shoot in a heavenly trance

mother moon mirrors the gyrating dance

washing a warm day in perfect array

revolution of hues

A revolution of hues

Spews forth in lieu

Of what’s surely due

To my hearts best view

Red roses emerge on cue

For my love is most true

Orange sweet her lips imbue

A moist pleasure like morning dew

Yellow her radiance alike so few

Shines forth in her beauty’s mews

Green for so natural a glue

That merges my roots to you

Like the ocean meeting the sky’s blue

My dearest sparrow to me flew

On wings of an indigo milieu

Sunset to a home sick cabin crew

Sailing t’wards purple passion to

the rainbow welcome of life anew

Rainbow worlds

I got the morning blues but don't feel bad

cos its the best dam blues i ever had

its like sky blue on a perfect day

swimming through the milky way

its like tight blue jeans on a fine behind

and a smurf blue eyes you cannot hide

I admit at times I see red

but that don't mean I lose my head

because when all is done and said

there's a red light district in my bed

a red carpet of joy guides my way

as the red blood of life fills my play

although I often may be green

jealous or ill ain't what I mean

cos mother nature is my queen

setting the stage for an african dream

i recycle in her cycle like aquamarine

flowing for peace beyond borders’ seams

I have, its true, been called somewhat yellow

this aint to say I'm shy, scared or shallow

rather sun saluting, radiant and mellow

I approach my life like a clear rainbow

Leaving gold and granted wishes as I go

And having vibrant colour worlds to show

Plot Swop

ODE TO JAN: THE BONGO KING’S SLUMBERING PURPLE HAZE EXPERIENCE

Now I say it would certainly appear

That the rising of a new era is near

Led by a hero of Jantimous noteriety

Whose wild wiggle wafts of weird variety

Revolutionising un- moterised meriment

Consuming beats of countries and continents

Across Afro-Asiatic-Euro America he’s seen

The adventures only made possible in a dream

Multiple spacious temporally tinted extremes

 Of quirky hazy humerous means

All but  lyrics seem inept at describing the king

So of his bongo brilliance with open heart I sing

Not to philosiphise unquantifiable things

But the jan experience flies on fantastic wings

May the fabulous fruits of your flight be far fairing

And attain a balance between caring and daring

The washing machine spin-cycle of life is on

And few but the most crazy get anything done

You are a passenger with a ticket to any station

So here’s to your eccentric afro-actualisation

Like no other, I give much re(tro)spect to my jazzy brother

Night Reason’s Tide (just a dream?)

What terrible and anxious fun

Staring down the thought loaded mind’s gun

Trying to shoot the psycho ship that brings

on turbulent streams such bad belongings

even as dance-exertion exhaustion kicks in

insomnia results attempting

to force intoxicant encumbered dreams

to follow daylight reasoning

levitating in a confusion of goals

upset innards blow bubbles in insight’s sea

depressive waves crash on solitary shores

before an inspirational tide at last comes in

from a dark horizon, waters start to merge

a galley of unseaworthy boats traverse

moonbeams chasing them to awareness’ harbor

I taste the omniscient ocean’s breath

ill-equipped for the  benevolent cargo

my mental merchants decide to capsize

but from the flotsam, a vision builds a house

to play host to the birth of a mystical child

The fruits of this labour appear as a sign

Giving directions to the magician’s mind

He pulls out a top-hatted bunny on time

To cite a solution for curing pollution

crying for the death of  self

and able to inhale all anguish

“simplicity”, it says, “from all sides

connects everyone of me”  

from a forest of thick petal brain daisies,

emerges the spinal snake, free crawling

in the oh so believable night reason

set free from if…then.. schemes of deception

Lucidity unplugs hedonism’s projector

we dissolve  now useless limbs and swim

Wallowing in warm Technicolor water

In the blameless responsibility of pure being

This done and after far too much symbolism

I settle down in the velvet confines of the hat

And spew forth a pungent bouquet that

reveals the unspoken poem of happy illusion  

Miriklee

Von Lila bis Rot umarmte in Perfektion

Ist die Welt  durch unsere Liebe geheilt

Meine Seele evolviert sich in deinem Reflexion

So wie Fisch und Brod tausendmal geteilt

                        ...............

From violet to red, hugged in perfection

By our love the whole world is repaired

My soul evolves in your reflection

Like fish and bread a thousand times shared

Minx in the mirror

Surpassing super-freaks she emerged from the door

And I in sober confusion stood in awe

A flaming flash of orange crossed the floor

to be smoked & stimulated by the surgeons paw

enticing energetic exchanges seldom sensed before

as tempted tongues went in search for more

the depths of oceanic eyes to explore

as in Buddha fields holding hands they soar

spinning wheels of life make the kitty roar

swirling sweetly in dance & the drinks they pour

taking them across the sea of night to dawn’s shore

Messiahs' choice.

Two reluctant messiahs chose to meet

on a fairy passage off a busy street

eyes, hands, hearts, and tongues all talk

as ninja samurais and their dogs walk

beauty is as it is reflected

comfort comes as it is perfected

on faithful steeds among kindred souls

journeys are but lived as winding goals

two small stars over a windy city grew…

well-worn wisdom and warmth anew

as cuddling creatures share a point of view

energetic beings so well amused

that the stunning masseuse is bemused

whilst whisky and chocolate are infused

the Koi and Salmon become confused

superbly gratified and yet refused

 as any master consort comes to know

obstacles to fulfilment come and go

as much as we may mould the world we see

our choices deflect back  eventually

predestined as love may seem to be

 best walk amidst the world amicably

what we learn from this cyclic rendezvous

is beyond the boundaries of me and you

Lovelay

Blessed bee, let fly to me where you be

As our kindred spirits slide symmetrically

Simulating sutras and animal poses

Colorful energy spirals erupt slowly

Euphoria’s mountain peak, a distant goal

As we aim for union of body, breath and soul

Frivolous focus on flowing friction

The ecstatic irony of copulation

The self surpassing hidden in elation

I try to suggest pleasures potential

To push the posture to transcendental

Yet sensual unions climax remains ethereal

When her own body won’t be beyond material

And going for galaxy gyration is gratuitous

till she sees the  eternal symbolism

that can crush all these fears with the rhythm

A last semantic kiss titillating a cosmic glow

As smooth as caramel skin in a kinetic show

Winds blow, fires glow, flowers grow and waters flow

And So you get this projection screaming perfection 

And sigh contentment of post orgasmic bliss

No life other than here, no space other than this