Reality is a Paradox
January 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
Reality is a paradox
And I’m gonna spank that naughty paradox
Until she’s tender, open and coyly crying for mercy.
Then I’ll make timeless love to the paradox
Growling in his ear, writhing beneath him
Scraping my nails against his impermeable skin.
I’m gonna make that reticent paradox
Beg to let him come for me
And in our interdependent co-arising orgasm
I will impregnate the paradox
With dreams of fire and universal consciousness.
And when we are lying there spent
Sweat evaporating into the cool night air
No words need be spoken
No thoughts need be followed
I’ll know I love that kinky fucker paradox
And, by all that is holy and all that is profane,
I’ll know that the paradox loves me back.
Rehabilitation of a Yogi: Fantasy vs. Reality
May 24, 2011 § 1 Comment
Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning, waters rising and I’m flailing about, working so hard to keep my head above water. Feeling overwhelmed. Anxiety. Excitement. Fear. Aggravation. The future is one big unknown. « Read the rest of this entry »