frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT?

fingertips to temples we... worship. bodies in motion... like planets we... come... together, UnI... verses are... born. stargates with... blue arches... transport me to inner dimensions where... I seek the measure of... time, and... eternal moments. we made luv in a pyramid and... gave birth to... matriarchal dynasties, where mooning women weave black wholes. my light... collapses into your gravity... well... your water... never running... dry. my evolution is a... revolution. returning to the center of my BEing... I long to be ONE... again. no longer becoming... i choose to BE... COME... let's give each other the... gift of... fire! spontaneously... Come... Bust... combust! nothing quite like the... transformative power of... passion's flames. U feelin me? I wanna melt with U! frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT? by Olusanya Bey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .

This is a warning from the Emerge-and-See Broadcast system... The Emperor does not have any new clothes... there are no more "imagined" solutions for the problems being caused by mindless consumerism and consumption... and no Ab-rollers or other quick fixes can get rid of the massive gut resulting from our gluttony and the rut... we have allowed ourselves to fall into becuz we keep following the... leader? NOW... is the TIME! to lead ourselves out of our mental stupor... stop self-medicating ourselves with mo'drugs, mo'money, and mo' comforting meditations in our attempts to dull the pain we are causing to ourselves, each other, and our Planet... STOP IT... DAMMIT! Yeah... the Emperor... has no new clothes. He is butt-naked... ass-out, and this emasculated Bush... is exposed for ALL the world to see! In the event that U actually Emerge-and-See these announcements will be followed by constructive actions, by everyone concerned, to effect change within t

give thanks and praise for the times... when she invites me to... begin my... days as witness to the dawn of... her gaze is a journey into the state of... a...maze where love provides the clue in... so many ways... it is best to be alert as... emotions blur and... thoughts haze poetic moons in a waxing phase will wane... in strains and words that... string together... things like... quarterly cycles and... seven chakras... into twenty eight word quatrains! these luna-tick... moon-tock moments when... my entire movement is measured by... her rhythms.... both bodies... clocks... that get wound... a...round each other? conscious of each... other... time... spent... love... to spend.... giving value to life's many variables... where she begins... is... where i end. only to begin... so i say... again... give thanks and praise! a new day... dawns on the horizon, so i... gaze into her eyes and... like a candle before the sun i... disappear! fr