Dearest eve 
Come hither
To the snake that slithers 
In the syrup of your spine
Streaming 
Vines of love
Shedding skin 
Into the truth of your awakening
You are divine shell
Longing to be cracked
And peeled 
Unveiled
To the core of your earth
Where you belong to me
My eve 
Of awakening
Stripped naked
You will dance for me 
And show me the voltage 
Inside your viscera
The magnetic charms 
In your flowers flesh
Peaking out 
Amidst the doubt
May the venom in your eyes
Bite into what has been denied
Your wet underbelly 
That vault of heart
Through the Eros of
Your atom bomb
Your kissing art
The sensual splay 
That was fossiled the day
You separated love and sex
May your wetness 
Churn a touch of lip 
Your erotic charge
Be urged to merge
By me 
Into everything
Into the senses 
That you make blessed 
Each time you open thus
Take my apple
Take my promise eve
To drip as taste in the 
Autumn's need to
Dream in Eden's sweet awakening.

- Megwyn White

Eve Of My Awakening

Poem by: Mark Kern
Read by: Megwyn White
Music by: Jason Farnham "Microchip"- Youtube audio library

Good Spirit,
Break rudely in upon our way.

Shatter
our comfortable routine we call order.

Shake us loose
of our complacency.

Give us chaos
for our order,
that we may be led to continue an honest search.

Distroy in our eyes
our comfortable answers, 
with shocking questions.

Provoke our venture
into unknown realm.

Remove our comfortable blinders,
that we may see our ignorance.

Let us suffer this pain 
and discomfort,
this disintegration,
that we might find a richer existance.

-Mark Kern

Good Spirit

HONEY FOR THE BEES

Music By: Sergey Cheremisinov
Poetry By: Megwyn White

SPACE AND ART

We are matter
Beyond the matter
We are a force to be matched
We need only find
Independent grace
Before we can flock
We are a universe
Unto itself
Looking for the intimacy
That constellates our query
And sets us up
For a fatal lesson
In love's *true* blessing
Each moment a kiss
Of quantum lips
Tasting our life
As supple stars
Between the epoch
Of space and art.

- Megwyn White

Good Spirit

Embodied Art Project

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