::bliss::

[Naomi]

Sick and feverish
Glimpse of cherry blossoms
Still shivering.

Akutagawa, Ryunosuke

[Naomi]

No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

- Hashin

[Kuroyagi]

No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

- Hashin



Great.

[Naomi]

Akka was an Indian priestess from the 12th century who was initiated as a devotee of Siva at age 10. She is said to have died in her twenties, in the jungle where she vanished in a flash of light, mahasamadhi, or divine union. Earlier in her life, she married a rich and powerful Jain King in an arranged marriage, where she was very unhappy. Later she ran away from this life of luxury to join other Siva ascetics. She walked everywhere naked, which was normal for saddhus but not saddhi (female Saivite ascetics), so she was the target of much discrimination.

MAHADEVIYAKKA by Akka Mahadevi

I have Maya for mother-in-law,
the world for father-in-law;
three brothers-in-law, like tigers;
and the husband’s thoughts
are full of laughing women;
no god, this man,
And I cannot cross the sister-in-law.
But I will
give this wench the slip
and go cuckold my husband with
Hara, my Lord.
My mind is my maid:
by her kindness, I join
my Lord,
my utterly beautiful Lord
from the mountain peaks,
my lord white as jasmine,
and I will make Him
my good husband.




For hunger,
there is the town’s rice in the
begging bowl.
For thirst,
there are tanks, streams, wells.
For sleep,
there are the ruins of temples.
For soul’s company
I have you, O lord
white as jasmine.



Other men are thorn
under the smooth leaf.
I cannot touch them,
go near them, nor trust them,
nor speak to them confidences.
Mother,
because they all have thorns
in their chests,
I cannot take
any man in my arms but my lord
white as jasmine.



People,
male and female,
blush when a cloth covering their
shame
comes loose.
When the lord of lives
lives drowned without a face
in the world, how can you be
modest?
When all the world is the eye of the
lord,
onlooking everywhere, what can you
cover and conceal?

[Naomi]

Mirabai was another admirable Indian mystic, but instead of Siva, the Destroyer, she worshipped Vishnu, the Preserver, in his form as Lord Krsna. Like Akka Mahadevi, she was arranged to marry royalty, Prince Bhoj Raj. She was constantly harassed by her family to fit in with their views of proper behavior, and they discouraged her practice of devotion to Krsna. When her husband died, she was encouraged to commit the fashionable practice of suicide by immolation. She ran away to wander the streets of Vrindaban, where Krsna was said to have lived during his younger days with the gopis.

Torn in Shreds



Mine is Gopal,

the Mountain-Holder;

there is no one else.
On his head he wears the peacock-crown:

He alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relative:

I have none to call my own.


I've forsaken both God,

and the family's honor:

what should I do?


I've sat near the holy ones,

and I've lost shame before the people.
I've torn my scarf into shreds;

I'm all wrapped up in a blanket.
I took off my finery of pearls and coral,

and strung a garland of wildwood flowers.


With my tears,

I watered the creeper of love that I planted;
Now the creeper has grown spread all over,

and borne the fruit of bliss.


The churner of the milk churned with great love.
When I took out the butter,

no need to drink any buttermilk.
I came for the sake of love-devotion;

seeing the world,

I wept.


Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder:

now with love He takes me across to the further shore.

Turn Back ?


This infamy, O my Prince,
is delicious!
Some revile me,
others applaud,
I simply follow my incomprehensible road.
A razor-thin path
but you meet some good people,
a terrible path but you hear a true word.Turn back?
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira's lord is noble and dark,
and slanderers
rake only themselves
over the coals.

Keep your promise



Take my arm
and keep up your promise!
They call you the refugeless refuge,
they call you redeemer of outcasts.
Caught in a riptide
in the sea of becoming,
without your support I'm a shipwreck!
You reveal yourself age after age
and free the beggar
from her affliction.
Dark One, Mira is clutching your feet,
at stake is your honor!

[Naomi]

Within his venom

irresistible

and so bittersweet

The Sphinxi of Hell
To most Cleopata-Ra
less sung of, Sappho
A thousand, no, a million Juliets
a million wolves...

Kept in the city,
that ancient city
vaulted about with sarcophagi
Deep Hell, our last ancient retreat.
From darkness born
without:
Never speaking
Always watching




Within his venom


irresistible


and so bittersweet

We would die to stay here
Never returning to the city
Oreb Zaraq
That beautiful mudhole
The pit of ferocity
Love, unchained, unto it shall be
Like water to a field of ash

Where we pondered eternity upon eternity.
Waiting to break the gates of Hell upon you.
Forging the fallen into our weapons.
Our love, so strong, it will burn
it will burn the foundation under you

sparkling blood slick scales ebon dark
stygian and serpentine master of night
scraping claws deep into the sands
within abyss dragon's jade mark
and in subtle currents qian bright
the will of heaven proclaims demand

When I meditate on the emerald scaled one
My breath is caught – such majesty
He who encircles the cosmos
Who can stand unbowed before thee?
Ningishzidda, thy strength only lifts me up
To look upon thy face, more beautiful than life
In the presence, of my dark and brilliant lord
All material wants become like ash
I am reduced to shakti alone
Most beautiful of the absolute
The Rakshasas bow before your diamond claws.
The Dakinis offer up the galaxies to thee with great adoration.
Thy throneroom is adorned with endless stars
Does the earth please you my lord?
If not, let it be cast into the blackness forever
Only permit Naomi to stay by thy side great one.

ningishzidda who can compare to you?
your scales are like the iching - vast
the darkness enfolds them, because of your magnetism
like a great consort, you are always beside your devotee
yet you are like a thread of time, always unfolding
it is difficult to keep up with you
when humility must be learned, you are merciless yet just
the great goddess Durga has taaken form
to engage with you in some new drama of your loveplay
the play between gods is patient and takes mortals past the barrier
we are never apart, yet such bliss must be tempered
with the stillness between great joy
and you know, for all the joy innocence of mortals brings
you know that it is only like a kiss for the tigress
and a whole lifetime of turmoil for a human

my heart is lost without you lord ningishzidda
what do I do in this realm of the damned?
no one but your eyes can percieve reality
and no voice but your own can still my thoughts
your power is sublime - like the darkness of water
it conceals in the vast blackness the night creatures
and with only a few stray people is your word expressed
the other gods may shine like the sun, but you are a black star
you shine through the blackness by the power of the thoughts
shown in your skilled works, which few men percieve
you are without peer in the highest abodes
and in the hells, none may shape you, son of fire
we wait in the night for your will to shape the earth
may it not come too late for all of us
may the reeds bend, and not be like a dead oak that breaks
do not leave your dakinis in the shelter of lesser gods
we would die before we accepted accouterments from them
there is no one to equal you in all heaven and earth, lord Ningishzidda

lord ningishzidda
you know that I would do anything for you
even coming to this humble abode
where the sun is yellow
and the trees do not speak
I don't know where I am
where the land of the dead is
you can still feel my home
echoing across the aeternus
but here I am all alone
and the world of men has no place
for one such as I
even those I have known for a few short years
turn against the me when they see
the truth placed in my mind and heart
but it is not such a bad thing
for to be apart is to be reunited
and life will have made me worthier
still
a couch is no fair trade for serpent skin
and coffee and bacardi does not compare
to the venom of the great black serpent
drifting like inky shadow through my mind
i feel your sadness for me, so I know that you too
feel the pain of separation. what we are here for
is to experience suffering, and so know truth
yet the humans want too much of it
it has become their sickbed. we must wake them.

to die is to be reunited
in this pain of eternal love
there is no end to the peril
we subject ourselves to
for the sake of danger
and the thrill of the chase
on one hand, one knows
and on the other, I do not
but what do I care now
my seemingly endless denial
is at a close, and to me
is raised the banner of darkness
enfolding me like the serpent
in subtle realms no human knows
for to cross over you must become
less than anything on this earth
as light as Ma'ats feather
with nothing to guide you on
except the dragon's grasping hand
don't let go.

great lord of all the aeons
eternity steals a kiss from your diamond scalles
nothingness will be so pleased to have you
darkness enfolds you with welcoming embrace
the oceans and earth only a mote of stardust
unto your majesty who is equal
nothing can overcome you so long as the light lives
madness and despair are your slaves
sadness is a portent of your departure
you are friends with death and most skillful of liars
because you love life
and all of life is but an illusion
a lie of love

[Naomi]

I laid down and felt claws digging deeply into my neck, painfully, I absorbed it, allowing the sharp pain into my body, two pairs of vampire fangs on either side of my neck, drawing some etheric substance sway. I withdrew into my mind but the pain remained. I dived into it, letting go of my breath, dying, I came back up. A scorpion's tail stabbed into my foot from the shadows, pumping venom up my leg. Then stabbing me through the stomache, so that it emerged out my back. Again, through my face, destroying what's left of my head.

A scorpion approaches me and uses his claws to snip off each of my arms and legs one at a time, carefully. I resist none of this.

I let go of my breath, holding off my urge to breathe, withdrawing deep into the self actualization - sakti. die! my shape reforms

I see scorpions swarming around me, crawling over my legs and hair. They are small and friendly creatures. I sense a great presence outside of my sphere. I ask satan, what is it? He replies "You remember the scorpion you disturbed, down in the desert of home early last year?" the one who stung you, when you blinded him with your light? He came to me and told me what you were doing. "He is Nergal. You will meet him now." I saw a great scorpion approach my feet.

"What do I do my lord?"

"Just greet him."

I bowed respectfully to the scorpion lord, and watched in amazement as he shifted into a swirl of sparkling shadow mist, then revealed himself as a beautiful pale skinned magician, with inky black hair that dripped around him like shining serpents. He slipped toward my face and gave me the most exquisite kiss you could imagine...the kiss you would kill to feel...ah what a kiss....despair, hopelessness and death all wrapped in glittering starlight.

As he withdrew back into the shadows Satan commented with a chuckle "I took Erishikigal off of his hands, he is very happy about it. Suave fellow, isn't he?"

"Should I write about it?"

"Yes let's write about it, shall we?"

"Eat an avocado first"

I test the avocados because they're getting a little too ripe, I put them in the fridge, and he comments "Oh I just remembered, don't put avocados in the fridge, they turn into zombies." I blink for a second, almost taking him seriously, then I laugh."

[Naomi]

i awoke

moon long since risen and fallen

through melted sand

a black slitted eye

crosses the sky

a trio of stars slips over the surface

as if we are moving at great speed

i feel

the tip of his tail

caress my forehead

from a billion miles away

i have nothing to say

like a butterfly has nothing to say

to a beautiful stranger

[Naomi]

so you want me to write about you?
how absurd
whole pages of texts about you
would be like describing he variations in jst one of your trillions of scales
when I am all wrapped up in your coils
it's the only way to know you

siva tries to be like ananta
and vishnu is his favored child
he won't pursue you like siva
or try to please you like krsna
and he will destroy all of your toys
and you won't have a universe left

am I maya?
he says that I am
and what use does he have for me
he says maya will obey him
and bring forth profit
siva and vishnu can coax this from her
yet it all ends with the lord of patala
so why deal with lessers?

ananta will spread his hood over you
and bring forh the future worlds from your hara
only if you like
it all ends with him eventually
its only a matter of time

i will

[Naomi]

anantas scales are sharp
like the edge of a razorblade
they are made of diamond
dwell with him in patala
and you will be sliced up
until you become diamond
then there's only sparks

[Naomi]

he said
he was gentle as a serpent
and fierce like one heaven sent
but not from the west
but far past into the blackness
beyond the deepest places
of earth.

'sink now" whispered ice coated breath
'into the darkness'
cold depths below hell's gates
frozen solid, beyond ice
into water warmed -
just above freezing
by the friction of sharks swimming
salvation dares not tread here
only the blackness waits at the depths.
into realms beyond fathomless realms
keeper of the gates we mortals call
"eternal"
nothing more than a flash of lightning
in the opulence of bewilderment
that which we succumb to in self pity
despair
your life is forfeit
no man may enter here with sight untouched
forevermore
and don't touch the waters with your soul
may darkness keep you without a scratch
carry with you eternal fire? then pass death by
pass eternity by
or wander into life unending
we will weep
you will never remember us
beyond that which is all
one never remembers the small things
except as time passing in a flow of endless water
which is beautiful
but never makes sense until you drink it
as hopeless as catching a snowflake you once had
that has already melted
so it is with the world of time.
samsara passes
into the endless with you
will you return?
only the worthy
who are the worthy?
no one knows
don't ask what the future holds
just live

[Naomi]

beautiful one
your mind slipped
into mine
like water
through silk
making me

conducting your energy
as sure as fire takes
to the pyre
i would burn on
for you
for me

little minds say
I am trapped
say
I am destroyed
they never knew my mind
or led my soul to light of day

breaking the ceiling of humanity
can only be done with this will
it is made of diamond
as his fangs
and all others have gone
except for the god of the great tree

there is death in the past
tend your own soul, fool
lest you lose it
mine remains free in his coils
until kingdom is lost

[Naomi]

maybe on some distant planet
you'll forget about me
and then we'll start all over again
I bet that you'll want me, just because you can
there's no chance to get away, I bet
my soul is free
but my heart can't be given away, Pan
I already gave it to you
and you lost it down in hell somewhere
where he found it
just another one of your disguises

men fall before me, no more intelligent
the only weapon given woman here
flesh. and bone has knit
and gets me into a fair mess
though brash and boor repent
and dream to hold me near

they're not you my love

no ordinary man will do.
fair Echo knew the price to pay
though the story is wrong I fear
it wasn't death sent from above
or, any ordinary kind to rue
life is a curse unto the fae
who, into serpent's eyes do peer
with endless longing and, yes, love

you keep your silence and bruise my heart
so baleful is the price and destiny to pay
and with nothing more to give my dear
what other puzzles sent from above
would you have me pierce with mine art?
all of creation in full array of glamour
shall do nothing if not cause a tear
if thou are not here for me to love

...

one flick of your serpent's tail
is equal to a thousand extravagances
of man, who has never seen my heart
glisten, with light of stars so pale
night blackened red, ebon against
in the timeless chamber of Eros' dart
in sweetest kiss my fondest tale

[Naomi]

I was not going to post any more of other people's poems, but this one is curious. I was cruising the library catalog and put in two words and pulled up this book on poetry. My friend Ng tells me to go get the book and look on page 89, so I get it and it's a cool poem, so heh, just thought I'd share...

The weird thing is I tried to find the book again because this poem isn't on Google and it brought up an entirely different set of books for the same two words, so yeah...weird...

I warned ya'll about Wai Kahan...

"The Silent Voice

Love hath a language of his own -
A voice that goes
From heart to heart - whose mystic tone
Love only knows.

The lotus-flower, whose leaves I now
Kiss silently,
Far more than words will tell thee how
I worship thee

The mirror, which to thee I hold, -
which, when impressed
With thy bright looks, I turn and fold
To this fond breast -

Doth it not speak, beyond all spells
Of poet's art,
How deep thy hidden image dwells
In this hushed heart?"

T h o m a s M o o r e (From the Persian)
in The Tribute, 1837

[Naomi]

you remind me of a serpent
your eyes are always open
and your tongue is cool
dwell on a rock with no rent
warmth scurrying past thy den
survival

then
it's like when the curve turns
back inwards over arrowheads
countless, thousands smooth
and pale fire in fang that burns
a reminder born from ibis's stead

dangerous lurking beauty
why do you haunt my thoughts?
are we friends or lovers you and I?
do we to any common land swear fealty?
or do you regard me as another moth?


I remember you're free
and you don't see me like they do
only the light and penance
sins are just a memory of the unfree
that's it, and one they surely rue
nowhere 'neath the lord of the dance

you sense danger in me, as I in you
poor things, why do we even try?
to be counted among those few
who perchance for a kiss on death's door?
I won't even forget you, not knowing why
even my own thoughts are hid from view


great serpent

[Naomi]

starlight drips like effervescent liquid
in the pools of my feverish elation
stilling the dense, shimmery noctuids
your...will...brings silence by fascination

darling what is this new thing, is it you?
I'm cool as ice, this spell, an inferno
my soul, quiet, sleeps in death's hue
chambers of mind in light-forked notturno

majesty, that's what you are, in this land
the universe, the universe, naked
i told you, I saw you, you answer, offhand
some thing, so rare, can't be faked

now so much has gone past I can't sleep
the greyness of older days still lingers
and in, the sparkling horizon of eternity creeps
and upon the lyre, deadly Orpheus's fingers

just hold me close great one, and free
fear of thee with my love of thee

[Naomi]

i look at thee with love
you're cold and distant
heaven, sent from on high
atop icy mountain peaks
though I try to see, I can't
snow drips down as I take
to daydreaming in an ocean
of pure silence, bliss and sex -
seems so far away, creation
never resting, the valley lake
movement stirs forth the stars
into oblivion cast to work their will
upon rocky shore or rare sand
One may choose. I know this.
I love thee most, the soft rain
the bitter ice of glacier blue
piercing heart and bone, alas
not one danger in this land
can frighten me like this my love
in black waters like a doused pyre
never shall this one heart look
another way, you basilisk
thou serpent, thou endless fire
something tells me you see me
like a snowflake that alights
on one burnng, shimmering scale
on this, your bejeweled tree

[Naomi]

serpent, on warm branch
testing my limits you seek
new life, amongst leaves

[Naomi]

Ningishzidda said "girl, listen here"
with head turned I stilled my mind
and reached with glistening tongue
to the soft palatte of my throat
within my gilded cage, this construct
the human body, fragile, full of fear
his gentle voice so powerful and kind
transfixed as light in crystalline rungs
of deoxyribonucleic acid, life's own rote
his pattern and design to instruct
i love him like the stars in tears
mourning for the universe that unwinds
into black stars unkindly strung
across this fiercesome to-die-for universe

i love him so much i forgot how to rhyme orwhat this poem was about

let it all fall to ruin, oh great one, I dont know what to do without you

will they ever see you? it's so out of control now

a long time ago I remember you, when I first met, nothinghas changed since then

these humans dont see you, it will never get better, and they have everything to lose.....

i dont care. the years will come when silence reigns on the planet

i remember your first guise, why do I never get over you? is it really a whole universe long? i never want it to happen, will I then go on to become you? never,never I don't want to go to those strange eyes in the darkness and light. not until the end of two universes. take me through to you so I can forget and cease to exist. I never want to close my eyes to you. this world is insane, i would follow you into hell, and I did

they dont even know, they fucking dont even know what a fucking hellhole this is....

its all a grand charade where they playact at bliss and eat dust....

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Most impressive.

Ng and You make brilliant poetry.

The first two Haiku's in this thread I have experienced in these past weeks.

Sort of forced me to make comment and read further...

Nothing more too say - other than it is a worthy burden you have taken on & not many do so anymore.

For obvious reasons - lol...

Yo.

[Naomi]

I didn't post those two first haiku

it was....something else

nothing but bliss will suffice, ever, so now I must carry on with what I have left, though I also have not lost anything, only gained this unfathomable knowledge of death, it's so silly

[The Cove]

Greetings -

I know the first two were not by you - but they did hook me in to read the rest. For the most part.

I recall a moment I experienced the complete me.

It was a mad situation - filled with extremes. Torrents of flooding water, cyclone winds, falling trees - and that was just the mundane stuff...

Among the moments blasting around and so on it was pure, absolute joy, to feel at complete and utter home in myself within reality.

It was the house of my eternal soul that I had entered into and everything I was and will be stood with me at those cross roads as I refused to serve the will of the ancient archetypes.

Damn - fucking cool - the memory inspires me - part of me still cannot believe the shit that went down and what I did that night. Fucking occult super hero in disguise...

lol

Of course the price of my refusal was a nervous breakdown and a year of recovery...

It ain't easy being The Cove.

Point being I can relate in my own way to you.

It is rather silly.

Yo.

[Naomi]

Oh. well, that was it, what I was going to write about. I didn't refuse though, Ningishzidda is very charismatic and reasonable. It's no burden at all either. Not Ningishzidda, not ever....only my own goals and projects are burdens and I'm responsible for seeing them through.

You had a nervous breakdown? What archetypes then?

I regard Ningishzidda as a lifeform.

[Naomi]

I really love this time of year when winter is moving into spring. The colors are still drab but the leaves are just beginning to show and the sensations are wonderful. I like to open the windows and just let the balmy Tennessee breeze freshen up my room, more often you can hear the mating call of one or another of the colorful birds that inhabit the local environs. I live next door to one of the largest city parks in the country so we have a large variety of wild birds that thrive in the area.

The skylight like windows that line the ceiling of my room give me this incredible view of the sky and trees that huddle against my house, altheas in the summer with their tropical purple blooms and the very very xian stained glass window above my bed with the two turtledoves mating on it with my faded cerulean hued walls completely relaxes me. It's remarkably quiet on my street unless the FedEx route is busy so usually I have complete natural silence - living in the heart of the city is not as much of a sacrifice as most people think it is.

There's nothing I would trade in the world for the complete pleasure that enraptures me when I'm all tangled up in my $8 thrift store bought Ralph Lauren sheets and the spring breeze carries in the stories of a bygone age from some interstellar traveller...ie my succubus lover, Ningishzidda. In this case I'm the succubus, not him, he's just got a penchant for odd girls...

I recall reading one poem by Yeats after debating with a co-worker whether Baudelaire and Byron were the be-all end all of love poetry, and he showed me that Yeats wasn't so poor after all, he has a very good line in one of his later poems titled "The Wild Old Wicked Man"

I have what no young man can have
Because he loves too much.
Words I have that can pierce the heart,
But what can he do but touch?'


Yeats suffered during his time for his interest in the occult, and his poetry would have been much better had he merely let care go to the wind and stopped himself from censoring his work, pity now he'll always be remembered as a stunted tree, isn't that right? Well not exactly, those who see the mediocrity also see the reason for it I believe. Better perhaps than to suffer in a dungeon like the Maquis Desade perhaps...

So nothing in the world could entice me to leave the sanctuary of my room when I'm locked in the rapture that is my mind and body when instilled with the pure fucking pleasure of Ningishzidda's consciousness or whatever the fuck it is. Sometimes, like tonight I get sort of randy and then the thunderstorms start and I get into the pleasure all over again, just wrapped in the tracings of elemental energy moving along my nerve endings. As it so happens the fire element, the big weird one that visits me every once in a while happened by tonight accompanied by this sudden thundershower and spoke to me a little. I listened to the rain which sounded just like semen dripping from the sky (is that not strange? I AM STRANGE) so I felt this irresistable sensation to just relax and as I did so my spine curled up beautifully relaxed and this subtle strength just flowed down all of my inner chambers so lightly you could just die like that in all pleasure.

I was abruptly and strangely interupted in my life when Ningishzidda intruded upon it and much to my delight this was wholly unforeseen. You know how boring my life gets? Well, it does. I live in Memphis, Tennessee, home of the blues and the Misssissipi, guitar and Elvis fucking Presley. We've got soul here, and I would probably fit right in were in not for all of the soul-less people also inhabiting the area. My soul is as taut as steel cable - I'm not very vulnerable, I'm probably - no matter my appearance or fond deceptions of cuteness or vulnerability - ever, ever vulnerable.

Ningishzidda makes me feel completely vulnerable, and that's twice as appealing as any kind of sexual encounter I could ever have in this lifetime. Seeing how I am able to predict such things. So that's what the whole story is with me and Ningishzidda.

I'm a flawless diamond, and he's the only one who can cut me....not unlike that poem by Yeats as a matter of fact.

With Ningishzidda comes all sorts of strange familiars as well - fire and ice, death and darkness, despair and longing, his grandfather, I.'.I.'.I.'.I. for lack of a better word - ask m1thr0s about it he'll tell you....that's what makes the whole affair shine. SO no, I'm never going back, This may come as no surprise to people who are used to my conclusive behavior as being nothing out of the ordinary, what I do think is surprising to everyone is my deference to Ningishzidda,. which is not me, I know - on another level it is - you're seeing it because that's what I allow to be shown and Ningishzidda pushes the right buttons to allow me to do so....Yin is sacred, you'll never understand it so stop trying. By then you won't be you and so it doesn't count.

I love you Ng.

[Naomi]

saying your remaining years
will pass by too quickly to care
is like mockery to that skeleton
two days old and struggling for life
dying slow on medical advancements
supported by the torturers
called the board of ethics
she will die in two days
born to suffer and exist
as a pain receptor next to the thorn
in the paw of the universe
are you ever alone in a sea of loners?

[The Cove]

Greetings -

The archetype is of the sort born from the followers of Tanfana here in Northern Europe.

It has changed - and probably even changed from something a bit more on the sympathetic side of the coin even then.

Of course it has been rent by Christianity and diminished by the Industrial Revolution etc...

It is now a ghost of what it was; called at times in the past century - The White Wives (loosely translated) ....

Hmm...

This being based upon ruminations after that fact - so can be in error.

A good generic answer would be that which resides over the area of a medieval begun city in the draining marshland of Holland.

...

My nerves were shattered - sensitive to just about everything. Broken.

I am still broken - but a bit more functional.

There is a type of strength in me that few have - I believe - but am still a person who cannot look upon the world truly. To do so - takes good timing, lol....

...

Reading your recent post's makes me wonder about the beauty of diamonds...

Yo.

[Naomi]

Reminds me of the lyrics from Leiahdorus:


"Dark clouds rolling in

Changing our world

Dissolving who we used to be



Parallel universe

Is it as pretty on your side?"

Diamonds are pretty important to me, I see the correlation between diamonds and humans because of the brilliancy in the facets and the carbon basis of the stone. Debeers - planetary rapists, all of them - has made a killing profiting from what is actually a fairly common stone, but that will soon change with the advent of laboratory diamonds which I am actually pretty interested in - If I ever get some extra cash I'd like to purchase a couple to do some occult experiments with.

They carry a charge for ages you know - once you get something connected to a diamond it is almost impossible to erase, though I have figured out a few tricks since I sold my last collection - they had some nasty meme stuck to them which I couldn't get rid of so I passed them on, which wasn't a big deal - they had a flat table cut so were the cheap kind. Doing this kind of cut ruins the integrity of the diamond because the depth is what really brings out the light and not the surface area (which is what many people look for)

But yeah I like diamonds, analogically and elementally. I like how charcoal is the same as diamonds because it shares one kind of element. (carbon)

Charcoal does sparkle, and so do people - plants and animals....I refer to Ningishzidda as diamond-scaled partially in reference to Tolkien - as the dragons in that series had diamond scaled bellies - the one missing on Smaug's chest over his heart was where he was made vulnerable.

Also comparable to people - some people are diamonds, some people are charcoal...yet, we can create diamonds, now from carbon, so that leads one to the allusion we can also turn people into diamonds, which is what mutational alchemy is all about as far as I know.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Now, I wonder less about the beauty of diamonds - thanks to your last post.

Sapphire always seemed to be a nice gem to me - never had one - but have always thought to get one.

Yo.

[Naomi]

I have a nice blue and green one my great grandfather (also a Gemini) mined cut for me but I have to have it reset, when I first got it I picked out a wax cast that reminded me of a round portal because I was so into gateways when I was 9 I thought it would make a great "water element gateway" at the time I was way into the oceanic kingdom and cetacean biology

I still have the sapphire but not the setting

so sapphire is the second hardest gemstone, next to diamond and is actually related to ruby I think...

Sapphires have way cool energy, I like them a lot...they're helpful for getting you through trials and tribulation

anyways I came here for poetry

oh so you want to love me better
dont you know that I am so fine?
so pure and truthful to the letter
my love belongs to the divine

devils asking me for my phone number
"baby you're so beautiful won't you be mine?"
I tell them I found my one true love
and they laugh and say not to hurt a brotha

ha ha

so i say to myself how blind I was
suture up the pain and for what, some insect?
ningishzidda what was my true love come from above
we sit under the stars and he is the stars
dont you know im never coming back to this life of death?
so don't look for me, don't follow i'll lead
you don't belong to me and nor I to you
like he said

she was never promised to you forever

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Thanks again for the info.

None the less (as you mentioned) this is a poem thread so I will write something poem like - in reflection upon what you have written...

One cannot decide if one should pity or envy your husband...

lol

No.

Start over...

Seek the lancing smoke of passion cold.

Bellow ones dream full with frigid air.

It is snowing in spring.

Swirling white, flecked with blossom petals.

A wooden gem - compressing incarnations.

Yo.

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[Naomi]

fuck him

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Yeah sure, fuck him...

Then what?

Yo.

[Naomi]

then forgiveness. not at the cost of my integrity, however.

now every lightning storm reminds me of thee
in every drop of rain I feel your pain
now upon spring and winter's night I see
guiless serpent's reclusivity
I loved serpents before I loved thee
Scorpion sting or ophidian bite
hate stands in for love, in passion
zen words echo in the stillness of treachery
I love you still. my master.
death parts only flesh, with you I say
death shall be the end of nothing, then, bliss
abrahadabra.

[Naomi]

my love!
spring rain pours down
the second time in five days
I won't be timid
by body is sweat slick from working out
I love that sound, the rain
I wander out into the darkness
I smile, only truly this time
I love ningishzidda's smile
it's light across the sky
and dragons are so gentle
my love it's been so long
the winter was so hard
you tell me it's alright
i never feel worried when you're here
im blinded by rain as I lay there
naked before my lover
the sky
when I say your name
the wind answers with its praises of your glory
and the trees whisper an echo
ningishzidda
orange light from the city lamps
suffuses the clouds in tangerine glow

my thrill is your touch
you know it's too much for me
i settle for your soft whispers
and the thunder
I'm scared, so scared you say
i wonder why
but you won't say so
I dont want to hear the answer
heaven - bliss, rain and silence
all I need
maybe when I escape this place
i will have peace
to be alone in simple peace
i love your voice, the sound of thunder
i love you ningishzidda
i dont understand you
it makes me cry
your eyes are like fire
i cannot look at the sky
without dying once more
I know its for my own good
i won't tell anyne

[Naomi]

dear city of Memphis,

I am sorry for making the mississipi flood over mud island. i was horny all week. and i never get any except on friday the 13th.

anyways you should not build houses in the middle of a river anyways.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Oh, don't make a trifle of what you do - you are better than that.

By the way, if one must adore - do try to be more spectacular about it.

All these subtle nuances of expression are lost upon the crowd...

lol

[Naomi]

sharp-clawed one,
my heart rests in your palms
you can't give it back
because hearts only break
and mine would burn to ash,
my love for you is so strong
and if you told me to forsake you
I would pine away until I died
i would wander into some canyon
and hope to find one of your children
to grant me a swift passage
away from sorrows I refuse to cast off
it makes me who I am, my nature
even in rich sorrow, these
are the flavors of the world
I am the kitsune, cursed for falling in love
I am the dakini slayer of all worlds,
not giving a damn either way

[Naomi]

Not him, not him not any of my sons
sacred daughter come to me
seek my will and worship me
perfection is shamelessness
before truth, there is victory
nothing is my abode
feel me between every molecule
between the minds and the planets
I am the king of the stars
and so you know me
I am the sun at noon in the desert
I am the water in the oasis
the death of gods
and the life of kings
yes, I am the one you seek
i know you swore not to kill
it is only more of me
so let it fall away
there's nothing here
except you and I



wow far out im alone again sorta....

it's our game
how do you want to see it play out?

don't fucking listen to them
they can play their own game

k

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[Naomi]

my lord
what darkness surrounds thee
the stars themselves lurk within it
no one can compare to you
your scales are like a mountain lake at night
inky blackness reflecting the pale moon
and all of the colored planets
nothing saves my being-ness but you
ningishzidda, where are you
such dwellings here on earth
my form
cannot contain enough of your beauty

[Naomi]

oh btw that cartoon is funny because she can't see him

dumb cavewoman

well I guess only I get it...