I am exploring new ways to look at Sexuality. This is a series of exploration in New Sexual Avenues not yet investigated artistically by this artist before.
Tantric is a mixture of heightened vibratory achievement, using sexuality as a jumping off point to soar within and without the realms of existence.
11:11 INN-SIDE HER PASSIOIN
.SHE ROLLS OVER…
it was lazy and she knew it
Karma was inside her passion
rooted in a flower called Datura
seeded with the darkness he bore
she touched softly and thought loudly
aching for connective tissues
larva nests of glorious beginnings
Destine to shine
as she came full force toward her fate
she laughs now, a mad woman’s calling
masked in white trumpets silky sheen
symmetry forms from her body parts
accepting matter and dust to dust
as she feels the depths
cellular lovers slow the pace,
One foot in front of the other
Her only way
as the cloud cover
He is awake again
she chooses instead
a hand that feels familiar
and the longing
She rolls over and opens
she smells the day ahead
her sweat and her passion
remain like dew upon her
She holds him
Her dark Man
She kisses lightly
His poisonous tears
a fervent bath
‘We all want for something’
Just see how deeply our want!
Let him have simplicity
What’s wrong with that?
And with such a simple
Direction she took to
Seeding her world with
Her own might and purpose
AGAIN SHE ASKED
What’s wrong with that?
It was her simplicities measure
Full breasts water
her crops worth
In keeping the seed
She is alive
Even the greatest powers that be
Knows about owning the seed
in front of the other,
she chooses her destiny
Right Where I Am: The Art of Understanding
On, Love, Sexuality and Soul Family
Reflections By The Sea,
Did I loose my Lover?
It is a different tact I am choosing these days
One surely in all my yesterdays I have never been able to maintain
But I feel such love for him.
I thought this time I would waver and feel the need for connection
return and say; “Please Come Back!”
No, this did not happen and I know
without a shadow of a doubt
“I love him” right now with or without his
I feel strongly our connection
perhaps in dreams
or some other existence
I am now not aware
We are gone from each other sure.
heart to heart twins forsaken to
earthbound leverage stocks
rapacious time stealing moments
congested and webified!
now days have passed and I realize
I have spit out the poison (my fear of loss)
and said “be gone with you fool”!
allowed myself to use all the swear words I so adore too
Move this pariah (Him) .. from my life
But then again,
The heart that is now expanded beyond
Begs to be heard and I let it because I want to feel more than spite.
“What was this “Us” about anyway?”
And I answer:
“We were about needs and desires
Love experience for that time seemed
Calling us to settle for what feels good
This is the only reason I did as I could
Oh! I will change the We to Me only fair
I felt an expansion so dear it took the spit of
The underworld to break the spell-care
The spell of Love
Pure and simple
And now the residual love cracks
Have all the memories of goodness and kindness and
Nothing really lacks
I am telling my story
And now so it is.
I still Love
we all seem to win.
Passion Art was fueled by said Love. Below
is the original verse that was written specific for the Art.
It is not subtle
It is raw and yet as delicate as the
Lace on the bride’s bodice
It seeps and crawls
The moment of entry is as bold and as full
As a storm exploding in the sky
Raining and cleansing
Yet flooding and consuming
All of you.
You arch to the sky a bridge of your needs
You feel the colors
You draw the boundaries as boundless
And then the rapture hits you like
The dream of forgetting and remembering
For just that moment
You feel the Truth