The Sensual Word

I’m a lucid dreamer. I’m often aware that I’m dreaming, and can manipulate events to suit me: grow wings to escape danger, bring rain on a sweltering night, sprout fangs to meet my monsters with a snarl. Occasionally though, I’d like to just let go and relinquish this need for control….give the reins over to something else. Or someone. Who knows where that could take me.

I have always found the life of a gypsy intriguing

I thought I’d write a piece that’s a little on the romantic side, a little sensual , since most of my pieces are dark and gloomy. Featured in LIFELINE – 23 Sept. 2009 / Featured in The Sensual Word – 25 Oct 2009

because sometimes love can sound like this

My thoughts are just my own; not intended to be disrespectful to people in loving and monogamous relationships. In the poem I have linked to another called Doublethinking which George Orwell defined as the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them / _______ / Disillusion And the mirror cracked It came from dismal shadows / Creeping, sudden, from behind. / Fell upon my merry whistle / Darkened me at heart and sight. / Back with me, one again with the memory / Again I behold the ruins / That I left when I was all devoured by wrath. Last night out in the timber / A thousand torrent’s vehemence / Came rushing through my veins / Up my throat and filled the eyes, / And then that I knew / All pain will be undone / When I pack my bags / And depart for lonely roads And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? Merely hours passed / That I had left him to his mountains / His colossal idols – one for every spear in me. / Slopes so steep, / I could not conquer in a lifetime. / Now they’re all but ruins, / Ruins I left behind. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off plants aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea? There is always one waiting for me, my beloved / I shall be with her again so soon. / Craving for her lips, her kiss / Her hair in summer winds / The morning dew dripping down her breasts. Shadows and Flames. / I have been demure / Cries were silent but heart ablaze. / Have been one of his shadows / Condemned to stray an unlit maze. / My feet are numb, soles torn wide open / After endless years of clambering / My path is lit and leads me north. And with courageous verve I stride / Chop the heads off flowers aside, still wondering How come you never bleed / When I stab right into your back? / How come you never choke / When I drown you in the sea?