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Beautiful Little Death 0521
Where does your mind travel to?
In this beautiful little death,
What place do you escape to?
In that second you hold your breath.
It’s so very fundamental,
The simple sinful act of pleasure,
Is so heavenly and natural,
When you enjoy such a treasure.
It’s the ravishing agony we witness,
And look of anguish in the midst of bliss,
That culminates with such a quickness
And emanates from the mind’s abyss.
It’s like some big bang theory,
Of creation altogether,
When the expressions of being weary,
Are light and heavy as a feather.
Like an out of body experience,
With many different explanations,
To each their own and own resilience,
Reaches many unknown elations.
It’s the journey that takes us there,
By raw instinct and self appeal,
That feels like endless hot despair,
In gist of something beyond real.
The released senses that take flight,
Converge and merge and blend at once,
Trembling with wonderful delight,
Lustful of needs and yearns and wants.
And we close our eyes in misery,
When the rushing sensation raises,
That all composure is lost in ecstasy,
When we’re making stupid little faces.
And it feels as if death is coming,
Little by little it’s creeping in,
That the mind then begins all numbing,
Every emotion that’s wearing thin.
The whimpering and the quivering
And gibberish that doesn’t make sense,
Are words and thoughts that are slivering,
That escape when all is too intense.
In passionate throes that seem too much,
Like fueling the fire even more,
Begs and pleads for one more touch,
Annihilates the self to the very core.
It’s something that cannot be suppressed,
Which you so gladly and willingly succumb,
It ignites the light set off at the behest
Of your own freewill then leaves you numb.
In anticipation of explosions,
All the gears go higher and mighty fast,
Revving with such a fierce commotion,
At any minute all of it will blast.
And just when you think you just can’t take it,
You do, and you do it very well,
Knowing it’s real and cannot fake it,
You have to moan and maybe yell.
And then right before your enrapture,
Collapsing everything from within
You lose sight of yourself and capture,
The universe and all that wherein.
The mind and body then self implodes,
By withering ourselves and letting go,
That the spirit ecstatically erodes,
Will then comeback in the afterglow.
And where did your thoughts journey to?
When your body gave out all its strength,
To what scenery did your eyes turn to?
The very moment you held your breath,
Oh transcend full beautiful little death.
In this beautiful little death,
What place do you escape to?
In that second you hold your breath.
It’s so very fundamental,
The simple sinful act of pleasure,
Is so heavenly and natural,
When you enjoy such a treasure.
It’s the ravishing agony we witness,
And look of anguish in the midst of bliss,
That culminates with such a quickness
And emanates from the mind’s abyss.
It’s like some big bang theory,
Of creation altogether,
When the expressions of being weary,
Are light and heavy as a feather.
Like an out of body experience,
With many different explanations,
To each their own and own resilience,
Reaches many unknown elations.
It’s the journey that takes us there,
By raw instinct and self appeal,
That feels like endless hot despair,
In gist of something beyond real.
The released senses that take flight,
Converge and merge and blend at once,
Trembling with wonderful delight,
Lustful of needs and yearns and wants.
And we close our eyes in misery,
When the rushing sensation raises,
That all composure is lost in ecstasy,
When we’re making stupid little faces.
And it feels as if death is coming,
Little by little it’s creeping in,
That the mind then begins all numbing,
Every emotion that’s wearing thin.
The whimpering and the quivering
And gibberish that doesn’t make sense,
Are words and thoughts that are slivering,
That escape when all is too intense.
In passionate throes that seem too much,
Like fueling the fire even more,
Begs and pleads for one more touch,
Annihilates the self to the very core.
It’s something that cannot be suppressed,
Which you so gladly and willingly succumb,
It ignites the light set off at the behest
Of your own freewill then leaves you numb.
In anticipation of explosions,
All the gears go higher and mighty fast,
Revving with such a fierce commotion,
At any minute all of it will blast.
And just when you think you just can’t take it,
You do, and you do it very well,
Knowing it’s real and cannot fake it,
You have to moan and maybe yell.
And then right before your enrapture,
Collapsing everything from within
You lose sight of yourself and capture,
The universe and all that wherein.
The mind and body then self implodes,
By withering ourselves and letting go,
That the spirit ecstatically erodes,
Will then comeback in the afterglow.
And where did your thoughts journey to?
When your body gave out all its strength,
To what scenery did your eyes turn to?
The very moment you held your breath,
Oh transcend full beautiful little death.
Published 17th Aug 2012
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27th Jun 2014 5:56am
Wow! Just wow, you perfectly encapsulated the pleasures in our fleshly sin I'd like to say!! Everything flows to its own beautifully composed tempo. Absolutely LOVE THIS!! Very well done!
