some food for thought for your night:
the touching of two bodies; the locking of groins;
the drawing apart in separation,
the quieting of violent breath;
the still release from body and mind...
the wise know that physical pleasure
is not the sole end of lovemaking.
It can be like music, stirring the emotions,
quickening the senses, dissolving
thought into rhythm, until only rhythm exists.
On and on it flows as hearts thud faster,
limbs tremble in the heat
of drums that double pace and double again,
till that music itself breaks
into one long holy note of silence.
~~~
like the way you play the guitar like the way you kiss my lips through moonbeams and sunsprays of new dreams and yesterdays. a whispered touch like water on ice sliding everywhere it needs to be fitting just like it was meant to be there.
~~~
(on a different note)
Society invents a spurious, convoluted logic to absorb and change people whose behavior is outside the norm.
~~~
And for the last one, it really helps to speak latin.
Estuans interius
ira vehementia
in amaritudine
loquor mee menti:
factus de materia,
cinis elementi
similis sum folio,
de quo ludunt venti.
Cum sit enim properium
viro sapienti
supra petram ponere
sedem fundamentii
stultus ego comparor
fluvio labenti,
sub eodem tremite
nunquam permanenti.
Feror ego veluti
sine nauta navis
ut per vias aeris
vaga fertur avis.
Non me tenent vincula,
non me tenet clavis
quero mihi similes
et adiungo pravis.
the end. dedicated to all the cunning lynguists out there. I'm toying with the idea of posting a link to some of my songs and mixes on here...but we'll see what future moments bring as they come.
sweet dreams
the touching of two bodies; the locking of groins;
the drawing apart in separation,
the quieting of violent breath;
the still release from body and mind...
the wise know that physical pleasure
is not the sole end of lovemaking.
It can be like music, stirring the emotions,
quickening the senses, dissolving
thought into rhythm, until only rhythm exists.
On and on it flows as hearts thud faster,
limbs tremble in the heat
of drums that double pace and double again,
till that music itself breaks
into one long holy note of silence.
~~~
like the way you play the guitar like the way you kiss my lips through moonbeams and sunsprays of new dreams and yesterdays. a whispered touch like water on ice sliding everywhere it needs to be fitting just like it was meant to be there.
~~~
(on a different note)
Society invents a spurious, convoluted logic to absorb and change people whose behavior is outside the norm.
~~~
And for the last one, it really helps to speak latin.
Estuans interius
ira vehementia
in amaritudine
loquor mee menti:
factus de materia,
cinis elementi
similis sum folio,
de quo ludunt venti.
Cum sit enim properium
viro sapienti
supra petram ponere
sedem fundamentii
stultus ego comparor
fluvio labenti,
sub eodem tremite
nunquam permanenti.
Feror ego veluti
sine nauta navis
ut per vias aeris
vaga fertur avis.
Non me tenent vincula,
non me tenet clavis
quero mihi similes
et adiungo pravis.
the end. dedicated to all the cunning lynguists out there. I'm toying with the idea of posting a link to some of my songs and mixes on here...but we'll see what future moments bring as they come.
sweet dreams