Speak my fears to the wind may they blow past us you say I attach to this that I enjoy it as I generate the storm caught in between the grit and your mirrored truth thrust in the torn-to-bits whispered chills knots without solutions that can be seen a funeral for the losses all my…
Author: Arya Sunyata
Thaumaturgy
Magic is the stuff that lets you take the ordinary and turn shit to fairy dust the tangled gestating forms an exciting movement opening in the blood that flows through your heart Alchemy’s recipe of giving distills the elixir from lust popping to the beat of your drum my cherry plucked you are the wellspring…
like poetry
The thought of you is a pleasure it’s that scent that has a texture like smooth laughter slick tangling of skin and velveted passions sparring words like swords we strip bare down to the bones of the most intimate truth there’s a sweetness that blossoms in the space torn open in the way we lock…
on experiencing
He asked me if I am heavy company am I demanding spiritually, intellectually I wasn’t sure what that means I see through the eyes of an almost-queen whose broken profile paints the surreal overlayed like a Dali of poetry a scorpion shaped venus on a canvas of words I refer to the obscure literary rooted…
Pretty much a manual on survival.
Never give up. Even if it means being a stubborn ass about not letting the appearances of things deceive you. It takes discipline. Ruthless discipline. It’s the only thing that makes you rise out of who you just were. My manual on how to stay alive. After surviving. Years. It’s a messy business. This thriving…
The only gem worth carrying
Like rush of air time ravages everything the wave that roars at hurricane speed it’s letting the riptide of life tear you to shreds the losses the loves the feels all dragging me through the wipe-outs of my passions Only to realize there is nothing to break yet I go on, life goes on there…
Avatars
I flip the switch these days and quietly back away thinking that I cannot give but in three ways the wealth of my being my courage my path my body of fate above my creative mind the tiger’s caught by the tail unaware eventually that his stripes will fade transform to dots to remind the…
Δάφνη
stirred by the breezy whispers of a question blown on the wind why did you run the breath gently parting the leaves of her once hair where once life coursed with a virgin lust through veins and flesh and cupid shot his arrows love through his heart he, the Sun god bristled down bare-chested bold…