want/need

longing for something sweet

sweet
...and lasting.

something
that lingers
in the back of the throat
like honey.

rain-refreshing,
sunlight life-giving,
mountain-awesome...

mmm hmm

love,
sugar.

just plain love.

learning patience...

so many dreams just beyond my understanding...
google winds up being a hopeless tease.

the real understanding is still passed down in the old ways...at the feet of elders...

where will the next set of lessons take me?

in remembrance of me

i will line my eyes with kohl
and seduce anyone who gets in my way.

time travelin'

{title track}

still learning to trust my visions, the whispers...the memories my soul sends rushing through my body as i struggle to throw off this over acculturation.

they always bring power.
they always ring true.

it's just that...
in fighting for a full, true vision of myself,
i did not expect to run into a vessel of the goddess.

conjureman

{original}

via twitter {or: rant #98,127}

i'm in love. with everything. mainly myself. but when i get full, it expands and runs over and i see the beauty in it all... and i know that can sound like some hippy dippy bullshit, but it really isn't.

in my opinion, it's at the core of our nature; it is nature itself. why flowers bloom, the ocean moves, and the sun rises.

when we love, when we are loving, when we are loved...it all fits, it all works. but we've gotta expand the boundaries. marriage, partnership, kids, home, family...all of that is love, but it's not ALL love is.

you can be loved/loving if you live alone, if you're childless, if you are {financially} poor.

true poverty is not understanding this; the constant search for things instead of soul.

things are great. they make life easier. but they are not all.

you are all.
earth is all.
sky is all.
water is all.
fire is all.

go deeper.

{begin here}
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this saturday

i woke slowly this morning from warm dreams, gazing through open windows...

song-thought: "love language"

sun moon child

yes!


Sun Moon Child from pierre bennu on Vimeo.

{addendum: i went and listened to some cuts from the rest of the album. go buy it. now. you can listen here.}

virtue

i am a lusty broad.

my lust gets me outta bed in the morning.

it is as rich as cream,
sweet as chocolate,
smooth as marble.

my lust is the scarlet red blood in my veins.
it is delicious.
it rolls off my tongue like caribbean spanish r's
and makes it tingle like cayenne pepper.

my lust
is fundamental
to my being
and needs
no fixing
no repentance
and no pity.

trying

feeling dazed
uprooted

things are changing
moving
shifting
trying to keep up
stay focused

release
renew
restore

struggling to reemerge
even though i don't want to
it's safer, here.

but staying hidden won't help forever.

i'll find my way home
someday.

peach

i want
you
to split me open
like a peach;
force my sweetness
from the pit.

i am
the fruit
and the tree;
savor me
slowly
with eyes and tongue.

i will
keep giving
and giving
until you
(concerned with choking)
ask me
to stop
(so you can breathe)

only
to catch your breath
and reach for me
again...