Spicy whispers, intoxicate the room. A sultry aromatic breeze continues to loom. Candles lit, steamy desires, intense, hotter then any fire. Silhouette should have been her name, oooohhh what a frame…. Silken skin, Worn natural with no shame. Primal intuition yearns to find its freedom. Hungry to be fed. Seeking to be…

I am a conduit For the Light that flows through Another node In the connection of All.   I am instrument Of universal energy A carrier of Love That flows through all.

I hate blank pieces of paper Demanding to be filled Glaring at me Screw it   I hate cell phones Ringing buzzing singing day and nite Toss it   I hate traffic Slow moving go no where Someone cutting you off Jerks   I hate…

This steamy beverage keeps me conscious. It is a little cup of comfort On a cold, early autumn English night- Reminiscent of baristas in sunnier climes. I see them now. It must be daylight there, And they are outside the cafes taking orders from tables…

I hear him roar in the skies outside, the rain dances a beat and I know this is it.   In the skies outside the lightening lights up, and I know this it, this is where it ends.   The lightening lights up the darkened…

Hour 9 – 2:00 PM   Spiritual work takes me high. Afloat and lifted, starring the Devil in his eye. As confident as I am. I know he is a lie. How can there be a place worse than this. An earth so corrupt; Hell…

  I was set on fire once and I never stopped burning there is nothing that I fear and crave with quite the same brutality than the days in between my highs unable to call them lows they’re emulating car crashes I’m eating survivor’s guilt…

can i get away to you? hide in the tall dark brown to close my eyes and remember sunny days and long conversations that lasted into the night spent vocalizing nothing much but feeling quite satisfied when it was over. always wishing it could go…

You think you’ve stolen him from me, but you haven’t. You’ve only borrowed him Like someone borrows a library book to enjoy for a little while And then you have to return it. Think of me as the librarian. He always comes back to me. Our…

drink:   that which can simulate, (but does not inebriate), aroma of fresh mornings appropriate; that which can invigorate, but does not intoxicate surely must some ambrosia incorporate. poured for every potentate, sipped in every sultanate, dark-brewed nirvana – siva incarnate!