Efflorescence

Do you feel the change in weather?
The heart beating for the very first time.
Get down on the ground and listen to the soil.
The trumpeting pound of nature’s pride.
Beating like a dominance in my body.
Listen to my flesh as the drum beat breathes and sighs.
You turn a seasons within, devoid of the frost of winter.
Bathed in only the crystal glaze of summer.
Always sunny when you look my way.
A twice look biscuit fire that scorches my soul.
But I do not burn, I bloom.
Mesmerised and polarised in the dew drops of your joy.
The pounding of the flowers in the spring of your step.
Thump as the earth shakes.
Gasp with each breathe.
Gardening in twilight as you sleep when I wake.

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Blue Bees will not sting

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Unless…
Roses in the park,
Shimmer as a string of red pearls slipping down her throat

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In a steel room he held her midst of mercy
Autumn’s arrival at last, the violet petals collapse
He’ll pass through cosmic tunnels
And wear her voice as he nears the moon

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What of it now?
The failure of nerve
We all stand a chance
To be a queen in his eyes
When the suntory claimed the roses as blue

Poem by: NaRa

Art: Blue Bee Image Pinterest, Mark Rothko & Freydoon Rassouli

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The ecstasy of anyone

Kiss me when the world is watching.
Take me when the night time comes.
Explore me until something shocking.
Rattles in your bones and hums.
Taking you to seventh heaven.
Letting Allah kiss you on the mouth.
Praise me once, or six or seven,
times until our heads go south.
For in my lap you’ll find the answer.
In my mind you’ll find the key.
Your fingers will become a master.
In unlocking this mystery.
But this is more than cheap gymnastics.
There is more than sweet ecstasy.
For my heart is linked to your tantric,
ways of love which I cannot flee.
You have my heart, my precious treasure.
You have my soul, my body and mind.
So with it all, I offer such pleasure.
A union, till the end of time.

Enduring patiently

An alpha and omega song.
Sung to us when young.
Seeps into the soul and sets the angels afire.
Speak those words of the prophecy.
Of tar fields and lunacy.
An aching hurt that rips into your bones.
At a distance from love when all the world goes dark.
The flame does flutter and ignite the hope.
Around which, please do not breathe lest the flame goes out.
A flame, which will tear away Satan.
And bring a rush of blood to your head.
Perceive the end in the beginning, for that is where we need to be.
Back at the start, dusting off the hurt and shame.
Washing the ego away in the stream of change.
One with you, at one with the divine.
God in your own design, wearing your clothes.
Making you shine.
The first, and the last.
The beginning and the end.
Angels which now call your name.
Taking back the world.

O Glorious Petulance

Max Meunier

o glorious petulance
regale me
indignant

persist with recalcitrance

overtures obstinate

divulge your denial

dearly dreadful disease

let us stretch out
‘fore this
unceasing obsequy

grind my soul
into artisanal loess

dare not confess
crimes deemed contemporaneous

avail us
yet
once
more

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stalk me
until i submit to your sway

or fuck it
just traipse away sulking

whatever you do
just make certain you don’t

for if you did
what was done

does implicate you

but even then
redemptive vies surely mitigate

i must admit

the mistake here
bears only my namesake

of browbeaten
broken-willed
brickled abandon

hanged by haranguing

omnipotent angles

and theories that query
these wrists
not yet slit

how verily apropos

no no, please do go on

acquaint me
the grandeur
that is my wit’s failure

immured by…

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Atone & combust

This truth ignites within.
Smouldering for the time it takes to live and be born again.
The leaves that turn on the tree.
The sun that orbits my solar system.
Knowing when the time is right.
Grab a hold the crystal mouth of god and kiss upon the divine.
Lips as sweet as a morning chorus in the spring.
As the winter recedes.
And the darkness fades.
Go, into the new light with a sword truth.
A certainty of the path you wish to follow.
On stones of good intentions.
And time never borrowed.
Your eyes will burn in the radiance of knowing.
But there will be no pain.
For in the end, we have returned.

O-A+

You don’t need this religion. Your face screams a new fear.
With Maybelline eyes that tear.
A cut so deep that it stings my own heart.
As this city crumbles; the cathedrals fall apart.
Let the dust settle on the sweat that is sticky.
Close your eyes, and think of me. Let me take you over.
As memories begin to thin your blood.
And my broken lips kiss you sweetly.

Jesus jam (Satan’s saliva)

That Octopus, that alligator.
On heaven’s brow, god’s travelator.
Tipping the scales, licking honey.
Bring all of us such milk and money.
Sipping on sweet lemonade.
Cherry wine and razor blades.
Who’s in danger?
Who’s in hell?
Count those cell phones with tortoise shells.
This computer says we’re many things.
In need of love, and diamond rings.
Error. Escape, with all the wrong friends.
Beatnik bars and downward trends.
Smile if you think we’re happy.
Laugh if you think it’s trending.
Gatorade, work alarms. Good times never ending.
Pack your life now in a suitcase.
Sadness in sardonic typeface.
Wash away those bruises with beer.
Turpentine and celebrity gear.
A neon fog to dull the senses.
Lowered expectations and all defenses.

Your dispensation

Fire.
The one that you wanted.
The one you wanted to burn inside your head.
Down to the water you fly.
Walk across the water and drown in sweet satisfaction.
To the life you’ve led, and the troubles you fled.
In all the misery on those roads you tread.
Nothing now could bring you closer to me.
It’s a road down which I cannot follow.
Spit up a new belief.
Something that keeps you high.
And what you can leave all behind.
Shift those dreams, and take down the sky.
Paint it a discharged red (suffered from a mind gone mad)
Such temporal madness used to keep things interesting.
I lost you to St. Peter, as the devil would not let go of me.
Ingrained memory and a guilt that stings.
Now nothing can keep you down.
So fly, leave and believe. Leave it all behind.

Don’t believe the past

Unwrap the dreams for another day.
Place them on the table while the time slips away.
Cough up a resolution, to the disorder and the chaos.
Let them take your blood type.
Dig you up like dinosaur bones.
These bones, so tired and hollow.
Broken from the strain of life.
Blink. Breathe. Begin.
Box up those nightmares.
Sweep the past into the corner of the solar system.
Douse yourself in oil and light a spark.
And blaze into a new collection of hours.
Of your borrowed time on earth.
For who knows how long we have.

Dispatcher commands

Watch your dreams run for cover as the nightmares come.
Flowing in a stream of lightening and regret.
Cancelled out like an expired passport.
You fall on me.
Cling to the world I once promised.
Bow your head, and summon new reasons.
These demons, will whisper into your soul.
This pillar is now just sand, awash with a wave of tears; it crumbles.
Back into the iron sea.
Let go of my plane.
Let the time zones take me.
As the days slip away, and I fade into memory.
Adjusting sleep to sympathy and rhythms without you.
Turning away from that hemisphere and heartache.
To a place only I will ever know.

Growth (Extract)

Harley Holland

Towards the end of the summer holidays we would catch sight of Barry walking aimlessly around the town. Down the streets and through the fields he would plod along and not take notice of anyone. His only concern it seemed was to find a river or large pool of water. This was not a worrying or bizarre act – the days were long and hot as we cycled and played out in the sun. We would zip past the fat boy on our bikes. Trying to edge ourselves as close as possible from striking him. Only Nick would dare get the closest. He would spit with long drawn out phlegm gurgled especially for him. “Watch out fat boy” or “Barrel belly’s gonna get ya” he would chuckle as his bicycle handlebars grazed the boys arms.

I had caught sight of Barry along the nettled bank of a stream while carrying…

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A Shading Response

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After the subsiding of the color shock,
granite grey spills into my day
As liquid rock passes through these lens,
and up to mercury,
to surge the cerebellum bay

Panic flutters in my hearth of garnet consumption
Held a mudra to feel the rhythm
Within that upper mantle — a wild outcry
Some bottled up words burn brighter

You possess the flood
Let’s interrupt our patterns
For we our interdependent

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Future fuses

Trying to steal your future away.
Landing on the moon to paint it blue
Feeling the floor, years before; where you once imagined dreams may lay.
Licking desert trees that stick with thorns.
Climbing buildings to fall once more.
Trying to love you, to be let in.
Hesitation now pulls me back.
Humming like a neon freight train.
Ten miles in the wrong direction.
Come down. Come down in time and sit as we talk it over.
The fruit pips of confession stick in your teeth.
We leave the troubles where they fall and jump a plane.
Faster than light we pulse to new terrain.
Punching holes in the wall of time.
Singeing the soul of god (sighing silently).
As the world now revolves around us.
Spinning the wheels of fate with saccharin,
with all but our eyes closed.

The Pumpkin man

Every year, when the leaves turn brown.
The pumpkin man, comes to town.
He straddles confidently into the square.
And steals the first child sitting there.
And though this may seem mean and frightful.
We’ve come to terms, and find it delightful.
For the pumpkin man, like the Krampus in winter.
Knows which boy or girl is a sinner.
And punishes them for their terrible ways.
For their nasty manners and idle malaise.
But fear not, for he brings them back.
A little wiser, in that pumpkin sack.
But for his trouble, we all bequeath.
For him to keep the child’s teeth.
For a pumpkin man, though true and dandy.
Must go through all that Halloween candy.

Bleed air

Wait for the dust to settle.
A hurt that’s wrapped tightly in a bandage.
Squeezed into numbness.
You asked me here, you want me to stay.
But to remain means deserting me.
Leaving myself alone to drift into space.
You handle my heart so coarsely.
Picking off the dirt that reminds me of my past.
Scars that taught me not to break.
To catch you, half a world away; lost in the fog of tomorrow.
Cancelling time zones as the tock and the tick irritate.
And your kiss, inebriates it all.
This Atmosphere changes everything.
Up here, I cannot see the fall.

Beauty in the chaos

To catch your life in a dream or a swell.
Pulled by the lunar tide.
An electric blue that pushes through my veins.
This memory fuses and counteracts.
Seeped in the pressure and the pull of your eye.
Your storm that rages.
A beauty in such chaos.
Entering, as if on cue, your third act.
Gaining speed and precipitation.
I’m lost in the moment, catching debris in my heart.
Trying to keep you from peeking outside, out of this love.
Hiding the sunsets and sweet golden blue skies.
Do you remember you?
I ride out this terrible storm.
Promising salvation in these scared arms.
That bend and shake in the winds like the trees uprooted.
Running to the sea.
Thrown out of heaven.
Yet, I am still not afraid.

Spark

There’s a voice in me that says you will not bend.
You will not snap, you will not end.
A hurtful pain, aimed at this heart.
Etched in stone, and miles apart.
I want to be wrong, to drink in hope.
To remain grounded, to live, to cope.
Yet all around the skies turn dark.
As nothing burns, without a spark.
And at the point where I am weakest.
You set a flame and sing ‘defeatist’.

Grounded

Skimming the coast as the earth sighs.
Went to sleep as the tides rise.
Caught in my eye like a halo.
Escaping the nightlife.
Weighted and shaking from a feeling unknown.
Blinked for the thousandth time.
Lost in a meaning that tastes like black.
The hum and the rattle enter my bones.
Splinters travel to my brain.
I’m anesthetised and sermonized by all I see.
Hoping to fall, crash and break.
To start again.
Grounded.
Touching terrain with feathered fingertips.

Instinct (feeling)

Illuminating, another dream. A waking life of happenstance.
Caught in your collapsing eyes, a scorched dream.
That empty coffee cup. That missed train.
Find me there.
Calling to you in a voice only God can hear.
The type of sound you can expect only at Christmas.
With choral tunes and awaiting disappointment.
Feelings. Stopped. Frozen for another time.
Frozen, in the summer rain that you hold me under.
I am the moth that flew back to the mountain.
The dragon under foot with a thorn in its side.
I am the love we had that fell into the ocean.
Lost forever in an indifferent tide.

Toujours en fuite?

Vous souvenez-vous, quand vous étiez jeune?
Les battements de coeur dans un infini.
Une seconde sur les lèvres de Dieu.
Pouvez-vous sentir la forêt?
Es-tu fuyant?
Disparu dans les arbres.
Quelle partie d’entre vous ne dort jamais?
Pour toujours rêver dans un monde où règnent les cauchemars.
Portez votre couronne.
Asseyez-vous, et lavez-vous dans les larmes cosmiques.