July 15, 2014
This new age flickers
Off the wings of a bee
The Queen arises judiciously
Sweeping clean the King’s polluted feet
Expressing the depths of Her darkness
The purpose of the Queen’s flight
Is to birth an illuminating light
Thus is the new King revealed to our sight
December 26, 2010
I am driven to write
I simply can’t see straight
For I’ m driven to write
Or takes me seriously
Yet I am driven to write
Rewards, they say,
Increase the probability
Of behaving a certain way
Then why, dear B.S. Skinner
Do I continue to write
Regardless what you say?
Control of behavior
A tyrant’s greed
What of an inner urge
Not giving a rat’s ass
About theories presented by thee
that shall ultimately pass gas.
O; what a wonderfully powerful piece this is…..perhaps it still needs some work?
Lisa Vunk Speaks: Sexuality IS the Essential, Creative Dance of Life!.
A short n sweet poem. Eternal Rest.
Dare we get off our intellectual high horse and roll in the dirt of being who we are by Nature? Who are we if not sensual and passionate being in a universe in which the Way, the Process, is making love!
A Tongue in Cheek Essay on the Delights of Erotic and Sensuous Poetry.
Ah, yes, to be food for thought is to be seminal. Semen means food, you see.
The true purpose of poetry is meditation and meditation is sexual. Communication is intercourse. Sexuality is life. The fact of life is sex. The Sun sends His rays upon the Earth as he sails in the womb of space containing the stars of the milky way.
Who am I but a lover? Who are you but a lover? Together we engage in this Lover’s Dance. And what is the purpose of our lovemaking if not to conceive?
In our dark depth
There is a secret
We hide from this knowing
For in it we die
We, the slumbering fools….
the impassioned kiss of the Prince.
A freeing senual dance
This poem goes after standardization in our lives