Like This [Urban Blues Remix with Nikki Richard NYC]

Trust in the Divine

First published on Rebelle Society

Collaboration by Susan Marie and Kathy Anderson

© Jean-Paul-Avisse 

Pregnant and solemn,

sentinel against a blue velvet backdrop,

she sheds light upon this dark Earth

in silent keep

over our weary human souls.

I gaze at her in absolute awe and mystery.

This one moment,

the moon,

full.

Her energy draws me up

and I atone in sleepless nights

of dreaming while awake.

She is pure like fresh fallen snow,

serene and stoic.

My heart bursts,

knowing

that I am witnessing

the divine.

She is ageless and old

like the sun inside the shadows,

where I once stood and wept,

for her beauty moved me

to see such perfect grace.

Before my entrance on this plane,

she spoke to me in languages unknown to mankind.

Her silver gown trailed along grasses,

emerald

and I begged her to embrace me

like Mother to child.

Light songs emanated from my soul

and whispered

from the lips I adore her with:

the symphony

of the universal consciousness.

Amen to her children on this earthly continuum.

Like roots and limbs of trees

and leaves that sway in the breath of sweet breeze,

the songs that drift

in this most holy night

heal those attuned to her sacred touch,

stitching golden threads

soul to soul

strung as beads

in the mandala of life.

We are blessed by her woven divinity

and unconditional love.

The electrical lines buzz and hum,

static and alive.

My palms are on fire,

begging to touch her face.

 I reach my hands

upward

towards the heavens

to give back

this gift

of healing,

 receiving new eyes to see

ears to hear,

and the illumination

of body and soul

combine

on this majestic night of nights.

My third eye blind

and chakras blocked,

it was as if a thunderbolt

descended

from the death of day

like phoenix

rising.

The ashes departed,

the clouds parted,

the dream catcher caught her fish

in nets of sea

surging waves

cresting upon our hearts,

washed fresh

as Spring in mid winters slumber.

I lay in wait as lover,

a gentle kiss

awakening clarity and connection.

 An insurmountable freedom

from all human weight,

my chest is light;

my breath comes slower than before.

Dear Mother Earth,

the distance from you to me

to this glorious wonder

is buzzing up and down my spine

from my sacrum to my axis.

The Earth spins

upon the tips of my fingers

and on this night,

this great golden eve,

I am awake.

This Is My Truth by La Owsia

 © Susan Marie

This. Just. Listen. She speaks the truth of all truths. Mind-blowing, lovely, beautiful soul. La Owsia [Lauren] names this "This is my truth" and this IS also my own truth.

 

This is my truth.
Posted by La Owsia on Thursday, March 27, 2014

Lauren is here: https://www.facebook.com/lauren.owsiany?fref=photo

The original video here: https://www.facebook.com/lauren.owsiany?fref=photo

Peace. 

Sue  

© Susan Marie

This Is How I Love

First published on Rebelle Society

 © http://www.alienated.me/wet-dreams

do you want me
to be dirty

devil and
angel 

do you want me
to stop writing
such sweet lines
and just say
come to me
bold and hard
grab my hair,
pull it 

push your entire
self
deep inside of me
until you nearly
faint
so we are both
dizzy

make me come
rivers
for you,
because of you,
due to you

hold me down 

i want to feel
your weight upon me
your sweat
on my breasts
between my legs
hot,
wet,
yours 

my mouth
hungry
for your lips
your tongue 

i want to eat you right up 

i need to smell you,
us
the scent of our
sex 

the sheets
wet,
my brow
wet,
your temple
wet,
between my legs,
wet 

my mouth
open
your hands on my
head 

my hands
holding you
just inside of my
lips

the head of your
so hard 

wanting
begging
hungry
angry

look into my eyes 

i want you
to watch me
love you 

i want you to
come in my
feel you hard
inside of my 

i want to make you
scream
for me

i want you to feel
my hips
push
back
against
each thrust
of your
mouth
open
in awe

i want you to see me
lying in wait
for you
only you
to come and take me
for yourself
for us both
to feed our souls
ecstatic
to become
enlightened
by loving
me

you

can you show me
how you love? 

i must take you
by the hand
and lead you
to me
into my
gardens
my meadows
my bed
of
flowers 

so soft and sweet

i promise you
nature
in my
open
legs
wrapped around your
midsection 

my chin
raised
slightly

your hands
turning me
over

my face
pushed down

oh, so gently

grasping my
heart
grabbing my
hips
pulling me
up
to
you

My God,
my most holy cry!

this is heaven
my dear,
my sweet release,
my lovely secret,
my deep desire

my back
arched
my neck craned
you behind me
wild,
crazed

and your sweet mouth
meets mine
as you
enter my
sacred space

the first time
we feel
each other
i will have written you
every word that exists
in a solitary moment
that feels like
eternity

the moment you
enter me
you will know
that this
is how I love
you

i want to write you
not just words
lying in symmetry
like our bodies
entwined
like perfect unions
of commas
and apostrophes
on sheets of ivory 

i want to write you
symphonies and melodies
you are able to hear
between these lines
of poetry
my cries and whines
that keep me
oh, so close

i want to write you
histories of nations
of battles lost and won
of scientific discovery
the mad minds
of philosophers 

yet all i have
is my kiss
placed lightly
upon your lips,
so precious,
so pure,
so utterly,
delicious 

i want to write you
existential truths
the wonder of God
but only my breath
comes
at the light of day
soft upon your neck 

my palms
wrap behind
your neck
the warmth of my body
against your own 

i want to show you
how your existence
heals my very own
with your
bright smile,
eyes alive,
big hands
holding my own,
guiding me
to your
masculinity,
divine 

i want to write you
deep beneath my skin
so you are able
to feel me
when you need to be
loved,
when your darkest day
is upon you,
when your happiest moment
occurs 

i want to write you me 

and all i am able to do
is
type
text
from
my
most
open
holy
heart
to
your
very
own 

i need to show you
how you take me
gently
into your being
simply by being alive,
awake,
attuned,
enthralled,
astounded,
ablaze,
and
in
flight 

i need you
to know
that this
is how i
love

you

do you want me
to be dirty

devil and
angel 

do you want me
to stop writing
such sweet lines
and just say
come to me
bold and hard
grab my hair,
pull it 

push your entire
self
so deep inside of me
you nearly
faint so we are both
dizzy?

can you show me
how you love

me?

Let Me Be

First published on Rebelle Society

Photo via Tumblr

Let me be

your dark horse.

your white light.

The northern star

in the deep dank woods,

leading you

to safe ground.

Let me be

your wet dream,

your every desire,

your deepest fear,

and greatest strength.

Let me be the

cool sweet jewel

placed upon your finger,

the ore of this earth,

the most

majestic gemstone.

Let me be

your laughter

and tear.

Your smile

and your sigh.

Let me be

the rainfall

wiping away

the dirt of this earth,

and the sun shining,

sustaining life.

Let me be

your fantasy.

Reality.

Waking and dream states.

The thorn and the rose,

the bud and the bloom,

the minerals that rise

to feed the fires

of the kaleidoscopes,

painting the most

precious flowers golden.

Let me be

all of this

and more.

Let me be

your mistress,

your lover,

your great release

and escape.

Your happiness

and healing.

Let me be

a great love

you never forget

nor regret.

Let me be

with you.

Yours,

just for a spell.

I promise

to be

the sweat

that drips

from your brow

while above me

on my breasts,

down to the

small of my

back.

Let me be

the scream

you let out

behind me.

So rough,

so sweet.

Let me be

each thrust

and buck

of your hips,

in rhythm

with my own.

Let me be

the sweet kiss

on your lips,

your precious,

holy mouth

Let me be

your eyes

boring down

upon my own.

Let me be

our breath

combined

upon your neck

into my hair.

My tresses,

waves

dancing

upon your chest.

Let me be

one body

entwined,

let me invite

you here,

into my

soul.

Dive deep

into oceans

you have only

imagined.

I welcome you

to my doorstep,

a most divine altar.

One made of roots and trees,

twigs and footholds,

rarely trodden.

The path obscured

only by eyes

blind.

Let me be your

night sweat,

your early morning

surprise.

Let me be

the rise and fall

of your mighty hands

grabbing our hearts,

hungry.

You, feasting

as that of a man

starved.

Let me let you in to me.

Will you

walk with me

on this forest path?

Let me be the thoughts

that keep you up

in the darkness

of Mother Night

and the embrace

that sings you to sleep

when you are tired

Let me be

an ocean,

roaring precious years

of driftwood full of souls

of lives past

living

now.

Let me erase

all worry.

Let me be the chalk

that draws the outline

to the path

to your very being.

Allow me

to awaken you

to your dirty secrets,

to existential truths,

to the pure wonder

and beauty

of your own

being.

Let me be

a waterfall

cleansing your skin,

soft from the

blistering eye

of heaven.

Let me love you

as I love myself,

as we are meant

to love,

and be loved.

Let me break the rules,

let us run

wild,

naked,

unashamed,

free.

Let us live

as wild animals.

Let me be

your fix, your drug

and elixir.

Your addiction

and cure.
Let me be

your

angel,

devil,

nice,

nasty,

kind,

caring,

compassionate,

erotic,

insane,

and oh so serenely

passionate

self.

Let me reach down

deep and cure you

of your

sanity.