queachy's blog

sadiqa

you make me
taste the waves of the earth
feel the scent of the sun
hear the rose in water
knowing you are the one
i called your name from distance
closer you came

is this desire

stumbling in
fall and rise....inchoherent eyes , blur to view
my woman , fine food , shiny things
tie yourself to me
night and day..... breathe..... lick my injuries
ohhhhhhhhhh!

decide

who's your leader..........(offering salvation ) .....(?)
what's your flock..........(social indentification, :} we're the same).

playing piper

hammer me into you
walking thru city nights
lights shine darkness across your face
fixating ectasy
i want to take you
here
now
alleyway beckoning
or cross the road , and

beats

minimal
the music
body gyrates
hip swing
arms acting snake
head , inner space
blood flow quick
where are my.
feet
doing their own thing
with baseline beat's

music is a goddess

wanting

bottles of wine on passengers seat , clinking
gravelled corners drifting past.
you rang asking vist, pleading escapism ,the routine of your life
and me thinking with penis agreed.

why now

back against the wall , head like a hole
anarchist within refusing control
who's weaving this story
not you
were shown , given the keys to my mind
and now you dream of picket fences in white

why not, act.

(edges... . coerced , self imposed
clear.. . blurred , un , known... playful , fearful , exciting , dull
cut)... . hard , soft , deep , nick , slow , quick
(decisions).

oppression

equality (any tangibility)

sexuality (freedom of choice)

singularity (ideals of beauty)

the mohawk

i made my mohawk with glue
and painted it red and blue

i walked out the door and onto the street
i walked and walked and walked

there was this person all gangsta'd up
and he said to me

yum.

wet
not just sweat
drenched
from your clenchings , undulating ribbons of velvet
skin washed
by the flood of your ejaculate , clear , sweet
thank you woman
for such a beautiful tasting treat

us , all , everything

what's your thoughts on this
experience's that obtusely shift our point
into another view
where event clothed in symbol
turns our course , our decision's

messages from the past

it makes us feel powerful,in control
pointing to name
invade
change names and, the land becomes yours

Golden Bay , South Island , New Zealand
Takaka , Te Wai Ponamu , Ao Tea Roa

come on over

i tried so hard to work it up
so hard,and yet i failed
hunched in front of fire
i'm tired , my body lead
blood congealed
skeletal bends, responding pressure

nah, not today

grey clouds have arrived
the sun ran away
cold southerly leaks into house
as old as this city
primal scream leaps into mouth
ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH !
feeling like damage today