Monthly Archives: April 2016

Sensual Awakening

Do I continue to bare myself?
Even though the fear of those whispering ‘crazy’ still haunt me?

But to run from my own nakedness has made me ignorant of myself.

So then I prepare myself for the reintroduction to myself. A coupling with thy self.

Rubbing perfumed jasmine oil behind my ears and between my thighs

Oiling myself with the sweet scent of cocoa butter

Moisturising my scalp with rose-water and castor oil

For before anyone else, I deserve the best of me.

As dawn draws nigh, the full moon reveals itself, bathing itself on my mahogany skin

The night breeze flows around my breasts as warmth radiates from my thighs and is carried off into the night air – like the embers of a wild festival fire.

As the time draws near, I sit-up, chin up, shoulders back, thighs spread on top of my calves

I kneel ready for the time of sacrifice

I am ready to sacrifice myself for the love of myself

Time to make love to myself…

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Jubilant Zombies

It’s funny, I still dream of warm nights where perfection resides in our mosquito bites
Where the bodies of numerous people jaiye and gyrate

They exist, but not as we known them to
With drug fuelled rantings and ravings
Addictions that the public may not necessarily care about, so they eat you up from the inside out

It’s not all stomping and shaking, that’s not the only thing making you inebriated

Hallucinogenic drugs with a higher addiction ratio than the perfect high

They’re trying to catch the same rhythm, the same feel as you

They are insane just like you.

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An Ode to the Delusional

The pain of denial is often realised when compassion is felt from another

Those who encourage your denial encourage your demise

Very few are comfortable being honest for fear of losing misplaced love; even with the knowledge of love based on lies many would rather still not lose it for fear of loneliness.
But would rather poison oneself till death takes their life.

We should not be fooled into thinking honesty should always cause pain but rather understand that healing is not always painless

This is not a poem or a work of Art however it is whatever you make of it

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