poims wot i rote

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

the temple

Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought All the dancing impulses of nature are here laughter, grief, hunger swirling in the winds and time There is ecstatic music, echoing through these chambers and starlight – Read More

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

Oh

Oh great goddess, mother of creation, this earth What silent hunger causes big breasted women to wander in my dreams. Oh happy happy death – this fool asphyxiated in the heaving depths of the cleavage of the beloved.

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

damaged goods

“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.” – George Santayana Lewis drives us to a deserted beach just outside of Read More

Posted on November 22, 2007 by Nik

the poetess

click play button to hear this poem: as I begin to read your poems their power enters my body. Your faithful, deep feeling words slip through my unsuspecting skin. I feel them enter my bruisey heart as air enters my lungs. there is an affinity. I dive into the pool. it takes me a dreamworld Read More

Posted on July 15, 2007 by Nik

Paternal Angst (or Ode to my Stepfather)

Rest in peace you fucker [look, though ignoble, I’m just ranting to get this out of my system, OK] his brutal strength crushed my spirit his iron fist rules made me passive aggressive his stupid love made me hate – at least him his dogma though, made me a free mind fear of punishment made Read More

Posted on March 1, 2006 by Nik

an echoe from the shore

Pescadero. Baja California Sur. All she wants is for me to give her my love and she will give me the Moon. How could she not become the Radiant Goddess. Aphrodite. The Ocean and tides. How could any woman not bloom, in Love like a cactus flower, under the desert moon their beauty born the Read More

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