nectareous noise

know

raini — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 19:24:17 GMT

"Know that if we are children of one God, we can make ourselves one family in time." "And if God is just a song?" Ha'anala asked, alone and frightened. Suukmel did not answer for a while. Finally she said, "Our task is the same." mary doria russell children of god

quiet

raini — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:49:44 GMT

"i have learned that poetry requires a certain emptiness, as the sounding of a bell requires the space within it." mary doria russell children of god

libra love

raini — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 05:45:02 GMT

your sting is never sweet it is like a thunder clap deafening blinding shocked to silence but your eyes your tone your hands even your glide speak of love the deep messy kind if one can get passed the armada to the skin where you're warm and more alive than most where you nearly crave to be stung nearly

ergo

raini — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:58:43 GMT

i dream i slip into your room. touch your hair when you sleep. slide in next to you and curl around you. feel your ribs rise as you dream. and sleep the sleep of the dead. wake with the sun in my heart. i want nothing more than this. i want to blindfold you. awaken your senses to a new level. suck your cock. finger your ass. make you glow from the inside. you bring joy to my eyes. beauty to my world. and you run at the slightest advance. disappointing my heart. the more i love you the more you run from me, my darling. ergo i stop loving you. and thus a sea change. an ebb. wash away to silence. i awake, in the peace of morning. warm in my bed. still feeling the softness of your hair tingling in my fingers.

walk

raini — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 18:32:52 GMT

linger longer in the sunset walk slower in the rain this path of light this state of mind will not pass this way again

Rwanda In Summer Colors, 2007, dylan mcmanus

raini — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:02:20 GMT

"Historically artists have been the ones that have offered the most honest glimpse into the world in which they existed. It has only been recently that nihilism and self obsession have perverted our practice and distracted us from the greater verity of our time." Dylan McManus www.dylantmcmanus.com/

i do not love you

raini — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 06:01:55 GMT

Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

remembering

raini — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 07:50:07 GMT

i remember them today the loves they've walked through annihilated my understanding of beauty reorganized the air the sky the clouds without knowing their impact shaken unable to breath don't look don't stare in awe and now dancing in the night hearing the music between the notes i feel them here i remember their walks their voices oddities magnanimity clemency lack of perversions i wished they'd had their TALENTS and their dear dear friendship tears come at that loss i long for a new chance to risk it all again will i never learn... but remember the walk the talk the amazing spirit that matches up with yours who makes your breath catch how can we not?

falling

raini — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 17:08:44 GMT

golden embers sweet leaves death at my feet eaten by life cold at my finger tips and lips your skin steaming in autumns light