Sauna Story

Hungry for sin

My Guilt is hungry for sin
It asks me to commit
to all the passionate deeds
and take it real sweet.

To say yes to your dick
and accept it hard and deep.

The karma cannot make me cease
longing for more life and please.

I can never find peace
in my soul of light and bliss
if the durty old needs
are not fully released.

My body is a trespasser
of imposed vows and morals.
It follows its greassy vibes
that come from the Ground.

They raise up above in the sky
and transform Lust into Flight.

So tell me why?
the body ought be obliged
to accept the promises of the mind
for a stable and secure life
where happiness was never found...

Hungry for sin

Fucking Innocence
I wanna fuck and it wouldn't suck
even if it were every me and any you
we may go through the deepest forest
and cum on the other side
where it won't be us.
There's nothing to discuss.
Having sex is transpersonal.
It is beyond reason of mind
and the rules of human kind.
It is the primary innocence
and it builds the defence
against dark obsessive entities
and sickness and anxieties.
The body knows and cannot lie
what really feels nice.
Sex belongs to life.

Fuck me, go further inside.
Like you are headed to die.
Like you try to remember the day
before your spirit landed aside.
Fuck me back to Creation of time.
Fuck me to the distortion of my mind.
Fuck me like you are inspired by God
and we melt into the Greatest Soul.

Let me lick your lips
and go deeper between your cheeks.
Let me do that job
I came here to resolve.
I will take a bit of you
and will gift you with my passion in return.
So it may fuel up your plane
and take us together off land.

Yes, fucking innocence!
Why you seem to be so bad?
Why are you impossible
since the moment of time
when we arrived and forgot
that we are no longer God.
We are Queens and Kings
who came to serve the Universe
for the highest good of all
that are not connected to the Soul.

Fucking Innocence

If I look back there is a gap.
It pulls me down to neverland.
A past of ghosts, reminded memories
that tell me whom I used to be.
But I am inhaling and exhaling now
the living air that is always brand new
like running water that never comes back
like the fire that burns the logs into coal.
The eternal presence of truth
that intersects with the moment
brings fresh movement into the I.
The eye of the creator of my own world
is one unknown and unpresent.
He emerges through my trust
and may not be held static.
He embodies change
just like the power of the elements
that built the inner tales.
I put a brick into the wall
and it begins to live its own goal
but one separate from my spirit
because the connection is no more real.
Loose it, cut it, cease and stop
the longing for the past.
Its shape is so unreal
and distorted by its generator field.
Each memory I make is new
but I still think it comprises me.
Who am I now? What I am?
I am a dolphin swimming in the waves.
I am a bird soaring in the winds.
I am fire engulfing love.
I am ground that's receiving it all.
I don't remember whom I should be.
I do not belong to my past memory.
I have nothing except my breath.
I am eternal spiritual nonsense.
Kasida 12-01-2022

Do Not Look Into The Gap

A-lost-kiddo
The best days to write
are the worst days to live.
Somehow they are connected
in an alternative leap.
Each one completes the other
but they never meet.
Joy will always make you scatter
the energies it builds.
Only pain and suffer
are contained within.
And they turn into beautiful message
to the all living in thrill.
It is senseless pressure
to try being someone seen.
It is useless knowledge that makes me grin.
I don’t know how to use it.
I can’t remember what is joy.
My heart is empty
and I am passive embodiment.
The point is useless but still it exists.
If you feel nothing,
write a letter to a priest.
Tell him all that bothers you
and he will heal your wounds
with a sacred blessing
and a pure hug.
Embrace it, when the magick is present,
open up that heart.
It was meant to live freely
and to overflow with grace.
You were never no-thing.
You came from nowhere into the world.
Your knowledge is scattered
and it will never be enough.
You will not be sage, guru or a priest
You are just a kid that got lost in the woods.
But, please, keep it up, don’t stop.
I promise you, dear! One day
you will reach more than you thought.
01-06-2022

A-Lost-Kiddo

By the sea

Carmen

Grasp The Living
I do not know the answer, no matter what I read.
I cannot grant the outcome, even if I have a degree.
I am a master of chaos and I deal with it
As it comes and goes my way, spreading havoc and insecurity.

In the darkness are placed all possibilities that did not emerge yet.
It the silence are present manifestations of seed.
In the light we prove that we exist.
But who cares if the eyes see only what is good to be?

Good is God – they say. Then what is me?
I am bad and sinful and confused. Am I different from you?
I am mortal human being that wants only one
Loose control and ambition and embrace the self growth.

We say growth because there is no turning back.
We trust only what is possible according to our mindset.
We are little pointless creatures if we have no faith
In the self, in the unknown and in the nonpresent.

Mortality sets boundary that produces fear
And fear makes us weep and feel unworthy.
The worse we think of ourself the farther from God we dwell
And the outcome of that kind of living is called Hell.

There are pre-installed options inside our bodies.
The brighter the mind the better reflection it carries.
But the true toolset is conscious intuition and selfrespect
Because the living happens in this second. Don't look back!
Grasp as much as possible by remaining still and sane.

Grasp The Living

Beat of Life
What a day to be alive!
It is cold and the sun shines.
I am full of love and my heart aches.
All in one manifests.
Let's come together as we are separate.
Let's share the fire uniting distant lights.
The nature belongs to us,
but we are trapped in closed space.
The only space that may truly shut
is inside the heart and the mind.
As long as freedom lives inside our chest
our soul is flying above the vast.
That space needs to be clean
to know its limits and reach within.
To touch the shadow of the unknown.
To recognize what’s covered but magnificent.
Use that switch really wise.
It has many magic traits.
It may start the light or keep it dark.
It may flow or disconnect the vibe.
It may set the ground for human sex.
Without it nothing works its best.
That switch is the beginning and the end.
But it is secret how to take it with demand.
It shouldn’t flip on its own
It cannot hold you, when you are on the go
It has to serve a higher purpose
to the clear mind and pure soul
to help them live a special life
that was designed for the one.

Beat of life

Soul mates

Surrender the Final Temple
I anoint your soles so your senses are aroused.
I caress your feet so you become acquainted with my palms.
I climb the stairs to your heart and open the gates of love.
I plunge my body over yours to let you feel my weight.

My breath tickles your ears and makes you fuzz.
My tongue slips between your teeth smoothly as a snake.
My hands acknowledge your beauty following the shapes
looking for the hardened passion that is ready to dive in.

I step aside your body parts and accept your holy wand.
I welcome it in the temple of the Queen of the Night.
Let him slip in slowly, deep into the dark warm cave.
She is already wet and expecting her dear guest.

My hips are moving forward and back
Establishing a rhythm of ecstatic dance.
Faster to the brim then slowly back to breathe in.
The temptation is so high to extract the pearls from the pipe.
But I can wait and give in pleasure in exchange for bliss.

Let’s breathe high together, in and out.
Let’s open the hearts and stare in our eyes.
Look at me, take my tide.
As the pearl drops come I will be so high.

Join me for a walk on that stairs up to heaven.
Don’t release the flush, let’s inhale together
and surrender the final temple of the Queen
to embrace the eternal bliss of the King.

12-08-2021

Surrender the Final Temple

Perception is frequency of playful curiosity. It tricks us to see what we like. Look deeper to see for real.

Perception

Little happy cells

I live in peace and love words. They help me pass through confusion and grow beyond emotions, passions and pain. The more I write the better I feel. And since many people prefer not to read recently, I decided to record my poems in voice. This feels so good and exciting to me. I wish enjoy it too :-) still I am loving the process of revelation.

Katerina

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