Sasha Damien, 12 december 2011
I roomed in to this inertia from all those centuries
Walking from sunrises i had left behind
Trailing a life on latent memories that formed me
To discover lights colored by a lens man’s dreams
Like music’s curve on exhilaration, I tilt to him
Like the slant of morning sunrays, my thoughts keel
His every step prompts pages from my history
My cue that life pitched this time, canted true verticals..
I have danced through moments I always leave behind
Turning back to revel in me from those spaces
But now I stand alone on his cliff-tops from dark skies
Looking down solo, while my shadow beats alone..
Was it you I’ve been searching for, in all those faces?
Wasn’t it you I recognized from my wild future haze?
Every lens you look through would knoll my distant steps
Every frame you create would have me at their edges
Goodbye Stranger, it’s time for me to leave here
My world exacts me to distances I always belonged to
Someday when you look back, know I was right there
Doing time I did here, for you, towards that lone moment..
Sasha Damien, 11 november 2011
There it was again, that familiar awakening
In your arms, in that ecstasy, too exquisite
The intoxication, like traveling through light
Through those eons we did together as one
It all comes back to me the same way
One moment of your ancient presence
Your breathe upon me; I find my way back
Overwhelmed with memories of our lives together
The security that blankets over my feverish senses
One more moment with you, I thirst in elation
In your arms, not of this earth that binds me
I reel, I fall, I wake up in you, euphoric again
The ancient secrets of our mingled breathes
Your gentle kisses; ballads from all of time
I am alive in everything you witness, I am you
Take me again beautiful, rhythm me your secrets…
Sasha Damien, 10 november 2011
Sometimes I stand at those edges
A part of me lost to the moment
Stepping away from flighty caution, I move
Spiraling towards them, like a firefly to fire
Destiny rooming in from time’s attic, waiting to turn
Curving towards calls from the cavern depths
That infinity patterns in light
Looking down at my vulnerability
A silent dancer, dancing away
Moving through opaque lifetimes
Bowing through various incarnations
Sitting wisdom on it’s ancient seat
In its single abode, my life, my soul
At its heaving octave….
Sometimes I stand alone, at a lonely distance
Living in their Dimension to raise lost vibrations,
To pull back the veil, to move them to that light,
My sole contract smoked at infinity’s hearth….
Sasha Damien, 8 november 2011
Liquid mirth beckoned to her gypsy soul
Casting spells on her runaway thoughts
Its silver dance on her thrilled wet skin
Rained promises showered by forgotten gods
Euphoria reveled through the slithering drops
To caress, to whisper, to sing sensuous odes
Splashing her with wet water-secrets
As elation coursed through the lavish hour
The incessant beats quenched her rhythm
And danced her over to the salacious night
Moving her to the heady brink of satiety
Over the daring edge of a thirsty life
Walking in the rain, knocking on chances
Drawing charms from ancient wells
Warm summer rain and little wood-fairies
Weave their magic into the waiting dusk...
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