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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Visions Released

Long have I neglected the translation of my heart's beats into words and longer still have I given a moment to hear its words; I wonder now if I should contemplate the reason - providing such a reason exists.

I offer no time for the beating of my heart as it calls for you. It knows your name and it knows my emotional reasons. Even now as I listen to its primitive language, its translated words surround me; it touches me. It produces the teardrops, which spring from my eyes, yet I refuse to let them [my teardrops] fall. I feel a willing victim to its siren.

Without thought, the intervention of the mind, it creates the vision of your face - the vision is now of my hands reaching to caress your face. I am powerless of the direction it channels me. Its hypnotic trance controls me; I am possessed. My mind struggles to understand. It [my mind] offers a question - is it you which controls me or is it my heart who serves as my master. The question lingers and it is presented with no answer, its involvements...ignored. I give in, willingly or not.

Another moment to examine this palaver between my heart, my mind and my body; words created, translated and then transferred; its path: my heart to my neurons, my synapse to the varying muscles and secretory cells. The examination reveals a truth - the mind is omitted, removed, absent with the exception of its lingering question...still ignored. My heart follows a circuitous route of its own design.

No longer do I examine my heart's manipulation of mind and body. I embrace its voice, its directions, its orders - I simply touch the vision it lays before me...you. Should I communicate the vision? Should I tell you of how it moves my hands to your body? How hungrily you are taken - aggressively soft. Should I tell you how it controls my muscle cell; how it causes me to lick my lips ravenously. Should I tell you of the opening of the secretory cells?

A window, curtains waltzing to the gravitational currents of the moon; it is pulled, and then it is set free by the wind. Two natural forces...its movement sexual. The path created: from the window, to the curtains, to the cool firmness of the hardwood floor. The hardwood floor, its planks leading to the white lace bed skirt, leading to the wrought iron bed, to the soft white sheets, to the bodies intertwined; nakedness in all its beauty and form. Spirits, love, lascivious lust, desire, craving, innocence, needs, primitive hunger, sexual rage intertwined within those two forms; there are no lineage separations...no distinction to differentiate the two earthly forms wrapped in heavenly desires and heavenly bliss. What God has joined together let no man put asunder.

The moon, the wind, the curtains, all objects respond to the movements laid before them; they watch greedily and attentively. Silence gives way to moans and murmurs: words of praise followed easily by sacrilegious sentiments - lust released. Forms realigning yet never separating; tongues lashing, heads shaking, screams evaporating into quenchable whimpers. Temperatures rising cooled by bodily temperature control...sweet sweat; glistening. The taste of sexual release permeates, yet hunger lives.

Orders are issued and orders are complied with. The moon, the wind, the curtains, all objects respond to the movements and now they listen to the words commanded. Nature is now the servant to the masters whose bodily instruments now play. The performance offers no intermission and there are more climaxes than dreamt of and or conceived. The force of the moon, the wind, and the curtains intensify. They dance to the cadence of bodily instruments intertwined; they are held captive. The science of physics, nature, geometry, love, and all other science are controlled by the bodily instruments sacredly copulating.

Hours have past and yet I am still prisoner to my hearts whims; and if I were to be released, there I would stay; not ready to vacate the vision laid before me. In another place, I feel muscles constricted then relaxing, this continues absently for an indeterminable amount of time -- secretory cells unlocked.

I am released.





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