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Soul Kisses is the best erotic poetry book to hit the shelves in history. Pamela "RareEpiphany" Best arouses the sexual energy in each reader with her mind b...
verbal eroticism .. i feel extra dimensions.. and taste velvet water falls..,I see sail boats made of blue clouds and silver linings.. sliding on her rainbow..,yellow sunrise. Leo Kunz
Moonlight Tears
beautiful pain. i see the galaxy dancing in your eyes, the eyes weep liquid diamond shine like, light shimmering beneath your beauty, a beast lies, to slay mine, awaken mine, yours i set free, beneath the darkness. let the beast play, one more night , the milk-way flows, shooting stars in galaxy between your lashes, hearts space bound, wormwhole to the souls intertwined, a place all is one, one more night.. with a princess.., the jungle king awaits... she daughter of God, I son of man.. salvation.. in a twinkle.. if love is freedom, repression is bondage. why another whip, nae nae nae chain whip whip, i cut ones you cut twice.. a heart yens .. when a beast awakens.. no sinner no sweeter innocence.. no master no king just a gentle bite.. one more night..show me your galaxy.. a gentle reminder.. of sweet sweet life..beautiful pain.. the other half.., one more night with the princess of persia. (The seven nights chronicles by Leo Kunz)
Soul Kisses.. Heavenly gate
7 nights
he is blue
she is blue
him behind his mask
her behind her mask
her searching for blue
she searching for blue
behind their mask they pass each other by
seven nights
seven , risk not taken, behind an hour glass
seven nights, the boy made of glass see liberation
seven nights, the drum beats same bit bit bit
seven nights, in out in out in out out out out
seven night, hope, seven nights shattered, seven night found
seven nights, heaven or hell, seven nights cold ,hot cold hot
seven nights forever alone
seven nights gift pass by.
seven night and the mask cracks
seven nights and he is found
seven nights is all it takes
seven nights gifted not, seven night confusion
seven night liberation
seven nights freed, seven nights bound
weep seven times a night, grab seven times.
shibba smile, persia, see, laysia, say, ndia i believe, in your prison you remain, seven days of salvation came, in your fear it went. in its respect never dared, in its fear never dared, seven night set me free, seven nights
angels fall, beneath the shadow, sweet scent lies, seven nights it dies.
now reborn , seven times. by Leo Kunz
Deeming spotlight
“ oh because we need you leo” the words of a lecture with a smile on her face. “ we needed him here, taking him away left a huge hole” words of a headmaster to my grandfather. “ he was going to do great things for us” words of a headteacher. “ he is a genius”. “I’m sorry i doubted you leo” words of a teacher to a high school student, echos of he is he is he is he is, what is it that they see, that i don’t, why i’m so blinded to what ever they see. who am i, but just another. if only they knew the loneliness and the sadness of a heart that is afraid to break, holding on on on,
The forgotten Narcissist
the pain, the tears, the whirling soul, the shuttered heart, the silent spirit, the grieving soul. the wounded spirit, why, how, why why, the dark beneath the smile, the soul drowns in the tears of the heart as it gushes, for one more chance to feel, to be real, to be open, trapped in this prison of self security, where no intruder can reach, so who will rescue, to trust gain, to hope, to believe, God do you see, hear feel the broken spirit, crushing down form the weight of exceptions, poisoned by own mind, the cancer of thought, oh God, one more shot, one more shot, one more dose, one more cut, one more glimpse, one more drop, one more, the shoulders weigh, is it I , is it you. take over, let me rest, nights go by.. eyes blinking by and by, fading, breaking, finish your work, let me be. thy choice i plea, innocent, i am or not. not i but thee is my heart gentle whisper, thee is life my mind mutter, life is heavy my soul cries, lay down your cross and die to thyself your spirit cries out. it must be I the pride screams so be it, your face says. and all over i the whole gushes, the whirling darkness echoes, the heart shudders. I too am human, I too am ordinary, i too feel, I too cry, I too yens for, I too wish for, The past is gone, this is it, i accept, my surrender plea, I too maybe one with thee, so its you now. for leo is no more, so Christ is more more. once i die 9 death, your spirit cuts deep, torn shredded, enshrined, dethroned , died, is my saving grace i sing, my-life i give to this deathless death i yield, so cut me deeper and deeper load, till all yields, by Leo Kunz
I feel the feeling, i feel the torment of words unsaid, i feel the pain, why me. why have i become the silent one, how did i lose my voice, when did i lost the fight . set me free from the torment . the silent evils of Lucy conflict me. in the words unsaid. by leokunz (shadow work, behind the Vail) #poetry #words unsaid
I think of it like this. The natural state of consciousness exists within and covers all in existence. Because it is what makes up all that exists, it is what is prior and after creation.This subtle state of consciousness is forgotten when the mind is projected outwards, imagining people, objects, him, her, this and that. All these names and forms. Due to the easy influence of the mind, its survival senses kick in, producing fear of pain and desire for pleasure all which are fed by memories. It believes the good it has experienced before is what will bring him happiness creating attachments and bondage. Now, enlightenment is achieving the state of nothings. No imaginings, no certainties, no movement of the mind. It falls back to the timelessly present as it no longer feeds from memories. It is like waking up from a long dream realizing it wasnt as so. There is nothing to worry, fear, or desire because it is an illusion. They have all lost their meanings.
Bayamba Zen
Truith, when you hear it. you will see it
I’v returned. i’m here
The cave you fear to enter hold the treasure you sick. A camel enduring the dessert for the approval of its master, a utility, one night i woke in the realization of what the dessert has made me, a LION. A lion entering the cave of the depth my own soul to sley the dragon. dragon is the ego, false self, the self construct, the voice of society echoing in my head, the voice that controls maps behavior, actions. The savior said you must die daily, for whoever dies in myself is found and whoever found himself is lost. The self to die is the ego. The lion sley the ego, Mr green dies
Leokunz (from Mirror’s edge, The Enemy within)
silent truth, we speak volumes in silence. But yet again, that which is essential is invisible to the eye. Who pierce the veil and swims shall experience life truly. Leo Kunz
I am glad i never had any answers growing up, because it forced me to see the value of asking the right questions
Leokunz (Period of solace, behind the veil)
I'v seen God!!!, I see God. (to be continued.. )
For almost all men, the consensus public opinion that you are a good man is, right now – the basis for your identity. That consensus is one in which you are a utility to be exploited. The idea – applied to you, even in your own mind of “Good Man” or “Real Man” is actually a carrot, hanging on a pole attached to the cart you are towing. You are a draft animal. But what if you unhitch yourself from the harness? What if you reject your own role as a utility, a resource, a provider and what your exploiters use to qualify you as a good man? What if you flatly reject any merit in your ability to dispense or to absorb violence on the behalf of the so called gentler sex? No longer a disposable guard and enforcer. No longer a human cash machine. No longer a reliable automaton who feels no injury – but who everybody else relies on to suck it up, get the job done and never complain – while keeping the lights and heat on for the rest of the culture. You’re going to have to burn your “good man” card. You’re going to have to realize what good man really means is good utility, or good disposable human."
"The Bad Man Complex "