Wild man illustrated man silent man
speak
unsay yourself
wild woman unwritten woman Goddess
sublime
sing your serpent's tongue
split the cosmos
and show your asshole,
show how it all began
poet be damned, poet be the mouth
that knows no song when all else fails
the truth, do not rest upon your
written page, rage
the devil's delivery
rage upon Shiva's dance
let all things come together
as if by chance, the morrow,
the marrow and the circumstance
when all is clear in that moment
of oblivion.
Write as if your life defended
this sensuality, this duality that tortures and
taunts your first breath and your last
one.
Begin when you have no more to say.
Comments
You are not a single Z
but the essence
of originality and creativity,
as in these few words ,
you exhibit the cause of our very being
...''...the marrow and the circumstance
when all is clear in that moment
of oblivion.....what essence of ecstasy
I remember three gals,
teens discussing what it was,
the human male penis .
The first one who went in
and touched it said
see I told you it was flesh,
the second bragged,
no tis meat
and
the final gal said
how wrong you both are
tis bone,
the marrow was coming out...
We understand each other,
We understand each other, Loved.
~
But ofcourse ,I am rhymeless
u r great
Aa is the last letter in the Norsk alfabet
The a with a moon over it, it would fit too although
the Z is a dance of femininity at the same time
as being the dance of masculinity
beautifully mirrored.
"rage upon Shiva's dance
let all things come together
as if by chance, the morrow,
the marrow and the circumstance"
I danced to these words, their sounded rhythm.
Anna, from Ann.
Who knows *beginning*? Who
Who knows *beginning*? Who will be there--at the end?
A to Z.
~A
Who knows *beginning*? Who
Who knows *beginning*? Who will be there--at the end?
A to Z.
~A
The end is the beginning of
The end is the beginning of the end.
The beginning is the end of the beginning.
Loose ends, knotted ends, false ends,
means to an end. End on.
The End. Ann :)