Oh!Look at those black burning coals!
A man caressing with a glance
the soul of a woman? You can
Καλώς ήλθατε!
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Baron James Ashanti: Biography of a Fallen Angel
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of magnanimous temptations that glow
like stolen gems whilst I tongue
your plump breasts of orbiting moons
who cause the friction of sensual thunder
that flaps its wings like cupid
MEETING
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Who are you? I never really knew you.
Let me take a look in your eyes.
The eyes always tell me stories
revealing me internal thoughts
making me to travel
in the desert with the caravan of your tendencies
expecting, longing for their mysteries to be read
I float through turbulent seas of tears
I wander in the lost worlds of childhood
experiencing some adventures along your eyebrows pathways
I wonder about your silenced sincerity
about the lonely aspects of your personal reality
about the effects of your piercing glances on my sealed self.
COMPROMISSION
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Being Protected.By: Tuan Trinh http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=7406848 |
Destiny
Are you my destiny?
Or did I choose you to escape from my destiny?
Passion...
Are you a passion?
Or did I choose you to easy my passion?
The sure is I need you.
Undouptly you 're craving for me.
You are here. I came for you.
You accepted me. I took what was given.
We won't fool ourselves anymore.
Could we keep ours souls in a safe place
this time, please?
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
YOUR SKIN
with the colour
of your flesh.
Rosy but
not quite white.
Looking intellectual, though
tending to be hot.
It's shimmering gold
under the sun,
pushing me
to wish badly touching,
in more ways than one.
To lick you sweating,
to sense how it tastes.
You are blushing
even on your neck,
near the breastsline,
You are blushing
every time my lust
makes you excited.
I dream these fingers
of your little moving hand-
trying to avoid the heat-
I dream them tapping,
playing with my erected senses.
Monday, 11 June 2012
THE NURSING
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| http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/jacopo-tintoretto-the-origin-of-the-milky-way |
your milky way
You want to be fed
by her!
Her to caress your hair
Her to kiss you
her to hug you
Those breasts
are tearing apart your self control
Those nipples are made
by your tongue to be explored
You are returning
You want to return back to her womb
There!
Where death or sorrow never existed
You want to lick her berries
and search with your hands
that little place where
were born the infinite lust
Oh! Your hand to intrude
in the verboten sacred place
in the altar of your needs
in the tomb of your past
in the hope of your eternity
You want to taste that eternity
given like a nectar of the immortals
to whom will continue your history
In a way you hate this continuity
You prefere immortality
you are alive
the little one is hidden in you
In your heart
in her heart
in her womb
in her breast
You wish sucking avidly her elixir
Heavens!
You are drooling to taste her milk!
SUMMER TANKAS
1
I was a bit dizzy
by staring in your bright eyes
as if ‘t was blowing
summer breeze cooling my face
through the island’s little road
2
what a green dewiness
to the touch of your gentle glance
as if bathing in
the serpentine mountain stream’s
transparent sparkling water
3
where did you leave me
in desperate loneliness
swimming on my back
in bottomless Yerevan
of twisting gray-red algae
4
myriads of sleek thoughts
blatantly and garrulous
slipping in the mind
hot thin sand which passes through
the trembling opened fingers
5
sleepless the desire
in flames, lit the fire
of the hovering
faint candles in the empyrean
the dazzling twinkling sky stars
Sunday, 10 June 2012
FATALLY BURNT
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| Franz Von Stuckhttp://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product/29790/waterandfire |
I 'm crawling towards you...
Like a hungry red snake.
I'm one of those serpents
which are unable to bite.
Only they terrorise people,
by twisting slippy body,
a hissing forked tongue...
I'm the kind of reptile
just hunted to be killed,
not because I'm a danger...
Just an innocent, blind
victim caused by the fear
provoked by the ignorance.
Better, murder me in fire
true passions always burn!
Dedicated to my fellow American poet B.J. Ashanti. The last poem's phrase was said to me by him in our first conversation. He inspired me! I swear I didn't ever know he likes snakes too!
VOICELESS REDEMPTION
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A tendency to go back again ..
towards his solitude returning,
remaining voiceless, hearing, watching.
The silence enemy or a friend,
a double-edged sword, for stripping,
a cry with no sounding, tearing.
His purpose, to evacuate his mind ...
It didn't stop feverishly working,
impaled the twisted snake in fighting.
Rooting about sensitivities,
deficiencies,vastly ghastly asking,
aches of love, remorses, struggling ...
A tendency to take down the switch.
exempted, not predicted the end
Away, himself not to comprehend.
To silence all the pain caused to love,
Furies not to laugh at him, aloud,
the bad wounds festering not allowed.
Saturday, 9 June 2012
...KEEP DREAMING...
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| http://www.cuded.com/2012/05/wonderful-photography-by-joel-robison/ |
What 's the use of caramelized realities!
Live!
Do you bear to live?
Do you have the courage to live?
Being able to look the present outside the box and continue?
To be taunted by your own children, to feel guilty and continue?
To do not panic of death, nor to flirt with death and just keep going?
To feel that "everything flows", that "nothing remains",
that "you know nothing" and "no one have really known you" and keep whistling indifferently ?
To say "I have loved" through your heart, without waiting to be loved in return?
Welcoming it to happen, whenever it comes without protest, as often it happens,
familiar with the possibility of its end and of pain?
That exactly means to be a human, to "see upper" because you have to climb uphill or
when fallen down, arrogantly to get up and to keep going ...
Beat that now, if you can!
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