dangerous thoughts
thoughts better left unthought
thoughts not thought before
not caught before
not sought before
thoughts
of you
twirling twisting their way
out of the cold barren skeleton of my soul
thoughts filled with xray images no longer black and white
taking form taking life taking my life taking me
rising falling pulsating fluctuating beating repeating
thoughts transforming morphing
melting into the laborious birth of words
encroaching on reality on my reality
on my sovereignty on my sanity
poison pitocin injected relentlessly into the muscle of my heart
contracting squeezing forcing out
giving birth to
words
dangerous words
words better left unsaid unspoken
words not thought before
not said before
words
to you
words now wandering winding the wanton highway of my heart
descending spiraling down from the cold canal of banality that was my life
words etched from the soft palliative clay no longer hard impenetrable stone
words rising giving rise
words lifted words lifting
lifting me carrying me taking me
away
away from this frigid forest
pushing me propelling me
forward pushing me toward
the promise of heat of life of love
of you
pushing propelling
me
into acting into action
into
acts
dangerous acts
acts better left undone acts known acts unknown
acts best forgot acts best left behind
acts
with you
acting as the ascending aorta pumping life pumping love
preserved in the empty chambers of what was
acts pumping pulsating promising
accentuated by desire by need by hunger by craving yearning
by a capsule life of passionless civility at times turned uncivil
acts now resisting
resisting reality
acts rebelling
rebelling acts
revolutionary acts
acts revolting revolving resolving
acts revealing
revealing me my thoughts my words
revealing now
feelings
dangerous feelings
feelings better left unfelt unfurled unfound
feelings not felt before not known before
feelings filled with the colors of chaos a kaleidescope of ambivalance
filled with love with lust
feelings of euphoria of elation of ecstasy
feelings
for you
feelings poised on the brink of reality
positioned to move to make
to make me
feelings moving me stirring me warming me warning me
feelings filling
filling me filling my heart
feelings floating freely
feelings freeing
floating toward the light toward heat toward life
toward you
freeing the chaos of complacency
freeing my soul my spirit
freeing me
to
love
dangerous love
16 comments:
Some people bring that out in us. It's like poison or an addiction to a drug that alters our lives between bliss and bewildered. Dangerous is right.
We women... we have our intuitions and desires. Sometimes they're in conflict. Who knows what's the right way to go. Like bungie jumping on a worn cord with the ground a little closer than you'd like.
Careful out there, in there. Love and peace be with you as you wander.
Christine
wow.... this is so powerful, very visceral. it gets to me at my core.
why do the things we feel most passionate about have to result in a battle to deny what we feel? why have we been taught to ignore those feelings? (I've been feeling very rebellious and questioning lately!)
Raw, deep and powerful...
dangerous, yes... al of tehm: feelings, thoughts and especially acts and words... under the weather I canoot comment properly- sorry
But you are a love
and you words so well relate to my life!
ah, bliss and bewilderment - i know them well, christine - and have been known to bungie jump more than a few times, as well - the thrill of it all! - sigh -
thank you so much deb - would that i could answer your question - but, alas, i question, as well - and on questioning and being rebellious, those two words have followed me since birth and i am very proud to have their company! ;)
thank you so much gemel - just words simply following life and love: raw deep and powerful -
thank you very much dulce - and the weather here too is so disruptive - hard snowing for 15 hours straight yesterday - but at least it was a dry flaky snow and not icy - take care and be warm!
Shall I leave you a comment milady
Shall I write pompous words
Shall I whisper what's wrong
Shall I dare preach as usual
Woman there is no dangerous love
Woman there are no dangerous thoughts
No dangerous words, no dangerous feelings
Nothing dangerous without guilt!
Guilt brings the fear of destroying
Destroying something beautiful
Conflicting thoughts
Conflicting passions
A destructive end
From The Cold
and roger - but of course, dear sir, you must always leave me your thoughts - your words - whispered or shouted - it does not matter - because i know you send them from your heart - Je vous remercie - and they will always be received in the same way - with deep appreciation, as these are -
paroles prononcées chuchota crié avec passion premières telles - magnifique!
A mistress of poetic prose verse
Reaping words from riche's purse
To philosophise want and will
From lifes' bitterness pill.
I enjoyed reading. Thank you. Take care. Bye.
thanks so much for coming by, words, and for leaving such a nice comment - glad you enjoyed - please feel free to drop by anytime at all!
Yes, Jenean, I've just seen the answer to my own question... you are on a creative roll. I don't know what stars are aligned in your night sky, but they are smiling gently upon your creative soul. This is beautiful to the point of ecstasy... Lovely!
Nevine
Thank U for your reply
I'll say hello and bye!
You sound like a lovely person, I like that. Thank you. Take care.
I'll pop back.
dear nevine - it's just that big ole' full moon of late - my creative juices are always running rampant when her light is bright in the night sky - most full moons i am unable to sleep even - in any event, so glad you enjoyed - this little ditty was inspired, triggered by, something a friend said to me recently about dangerous thoughts and words - thanks again for always adding so much here!
I LOVE your writing. More than once I have felt everything you express in yoru poetry. So beautiful your words are. I will follow you religiously.
I too, write similar poetry. I would love your feedback if you have a moment.
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