Valle de Lunatic
By pete66
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Valle de Lunatic
On the road to fresh air,
to the delight of open skies,
I awakened the dream of an early rock cracking happily in the
sun,
a mystery which licked my heart and brought me here today,
purring diamond feelings galore,
desert life gives the people meaning,
while I've looked for fish in the barren lakes,
needed to know what? why?
but here alone the answer rests,
on the wing of a condor far above the whispers of naked joy,
growing in a land that knows no end,
where the sand of time can be touched and touch,
and let's go of its relentless grasp of my leathery neck,
I feel the silence ooze between the cracks of nature's sighing,
calling me to the gold dusty road,
a motorcycles heartfelt smile as black rubber gleams with the earth's
skin,
purring all the way to heaven,
eyes peeled back with spirit,
instincts growing wild and free,
the heart catching a hold of the butterfly as the air streams by,
I glimpse the in-between,
the hidden gems of unconnected reality,
silver, naked happiness as the glue of city living fades from this
day,
no chalk board stiffness,
no starched heads perched to instil, money-greed and,
fake indulgence in the city brigades,
nothing but the crystal sky to head for,
bliss - explosion to the abyss,
I touch the uncommon land of a heart at peace,
far from the overlords punishing those in dwelling camps as fake gods
dictate,
so easy to see the way ahead,
so hard to trace the roads behind as the sands shift to protect the
searching souls
Eternal mornings pour from the crystal sky,
and drop like angels tears into my existence,
I perch on every rock the shadow of yesterday's fear,
I grow with hide and seek,
and at dusk creep to greet,
the colour god of sunset,
my motorcycle heart is grinning,
miles and miles of idling away,
dust cloud thoughts of greater days,
my thoughts anew from the oasis of tumbling words,
opening doors,
clouds of alcohol ecstasy,
my imagination drugged with your sexual, oily, mirror skin,
mounds rising in the distance, never far from gentle caressing,
touch,
lust,
ever knowing the curvaceous thigh through majestic showing,
my dreams have wholes of reality,
my sweat glistens, waiting to reflect the beauty,
with dynamite heart beats,
the drum gods thunder through the night to clear the way,
to unite black with blue,
the moon howls in motorcycle deserts,
calling from our mirrors as rapid faces smile in air rushed
desire,
I call to all the goddesses in this diamond hay,
to open the christening waters of your glorious love-kiss,
and praise the rocks splitting from the heat of mating wolves in
moonlight brightness.
On the back of the world we ride,
down it's spiny curves,
plundering and maddening,
we're taking bends better each day,
I'm sitting on the smiles of alligator teeth mountains,
enchanting my wish to the sun,
I sit down here in the ancient afternoon and feel the squeeze of
knowledge press into my brow,
quivering lifelike desert daydreams,
the backbone of civilisations yearning,
sharpened rocks,
piranha teeth, dusty heaven,
a stagecoach ride into abstraction,
the golden veil dropped on the swells of beautiful loving,
I drink the air,
bend my mind,
carefully contoured,
captivating all consciousness,
I breathe the silken breeze,
never trapped by incessant groping or gnawing,
let this go free,
the air so fine,
the earth's home gently all alone,
a ripple an aeon to keep the formations fresh,
ready to ease my mind into another connection,
one more step away from the oppression of needling thieves and rabid
capitalising.
Passing through, as the evening nips my heart strings,
into the depths of unknown places the dancers curves pull me
away,
taking my thoughts and dreams in their motion,
the sure seduction of the sand shaped breeze,
gently arched on the wings of a eagle,
natures union of earth and ease,
fire plumed serpents yearning to soothe the coarse disharmony of human
waste with the fire of spirit,
while distant bliss waits on far away mountaintops,
shimmering in the blue and brown immortal haze,
who knows the worlds that lay in wait,
never knowing rush or haste nor stifling time,
just harmony in perfect space,
awaiting the poised intent of motorcycles,
we are crazed, leaping from city sleeping and staying awake for
lifetimes of growing, happiness and love,
two to enter this desert boat,
a kiss, naked skin,
hot daylight bliss,
stage three - knowing her,
moving in all directions at once complete,
now the puma enters with it's knowing,
crosses the land below,
like hidden growing,
the signs point 'yes' today,
tomorrow the sand will reveal the magic corridor,
and burn away the stale cobweb ways.
Sleek seductress veils away,
binds dropping like eternal waterfalls,
down to the collection pool of furious passion,
the birds carry us angels' way,
the clouds open,
clearing like forgotten crimes,
leaving messages for sightful raindancers,
I can't forget the divine ease of being here,
listening to the calling,
the pressure release of a baby breathing,
all the cancelled curses,
the celebrated causes,
all the time revealing doorways,
majestic and free platforms of ecstasy,
music pounding like the clasping babybird's cry to tender hearts,
this magic has meaning,
the black and the white,
the skylight to eternal heights,
the instant of perfect bliss,
so happy to know the distant shadows of scattered light,
the breeze of knowing that heads into the twilight of golden
sunsets,
one more then I'm free,
the curved arched back of orgasm bringing earth together with
ease,
soft like majestic ships in the night,
love is always,
not a question of time.
Nothing touches the whole picture but her,
all thoughts away,
rest, peace, ecstatic energy on display,
a picture sees all,
eyes, heart, summer lighting, the love spark of creations'
dancing,
heart shadows, playing, dancing, laughing,
nothing stops the true way,
the love of desire, beauty and wine,
this is happening,
the perfect instance is in place,
in this land knowledge is strewn like waste,
here I see the liquid diamond reflection of her beautiful face,
she trails across the rocky roads,
reaches into the heart,
carries beautiful thoughts into the soul,
the ticket to soar today,
an exquisite guest on the sensual purple vine,
which sparkles through my life and showed me the greatest gem in this
desert land beauty.
Harmless chancers pass by,
a hill glimmers,
a hope sails my way,
thoughts rest in the hanging salt lake of heaven,
birds swirl with ease,
the motorcycles are oiled, ready to roar their desert wind,
smooth like the arc of hawks gliding,
it all fits to this place;
angels love, while demons chase,
I bring a burning light, a rope to swing the pendulum from,
side to side,
you're next, don't slide away,
doors in the dawn,
a world in decay,
I melt into the liquid staircase,
the hidden leaves in the sand shaping the paradise of a prophet's
mind,
the wakening of a jewelled mind,
to soothe our blind ways,
the calm dagger pressed against my neck,
as sharp as I need,
in times like this - the pressure is on,
stones press against each other,
tight, can't give way,
can't let the sun lose another fight,
not a cat,
not able to shine in the eternal night,
not able to maintain the fury necessary for our existence.
Wait for it,
wait for the daylight stars to burn your soul,
wait with luck clasped to your heart as rivers of tears sweep through
the tombs of our cities,
you wait while the clouds get lost in rage,
the birds fly only in sickness,
a crazed haste,
beauty won't wait to place its cool embrace on the land,
to take the hand of the losers,
abusers; look into the eyes of FATE,
the rainbows will bind you into her home,
the waterfalls, deserts, will smile your way,
children, sailors, night people, pimps, crooks and Kings,
feast your eyes on this,
the answer to duty,
the silken skin of an inner thigh,
the cobbled Parisian revolutionary back streets draped in wine,
first time you only look,
then everytime you'll know,
you'll mingle into the crowds that spill out of the brown train of
searching,
stand where shadows dread to fall,
where the noise of grating insides drown out the pleas of passed out
birds,
drunken crows, lurching down from tangled telephone lines,
sparrows, speechless, aghast with shock.
The hope, the life within sorrow,
the spice of joy,
beautiful fish beneath the jewelled glass of the sea,
touch (feel) the grace of the divine embrace,
the times we were never meant to know,
the love of the power of the night,
the animal urges of living like spirits,
passion with knowledge,
love and power burning in the air,
the delight of flesh,
the haven of knowledge,
in every vein lurks the beast,
beasts of beauty, of fire, water and air,
to begin was all that was needed,
to want, to desire, to reach out to the waiting hands,
to touch the fire,
the limbs of the earth reaching up to the chance encounter,
when we were dreamers,
when the air whispered songs to the twinkling water,
where to live was to love,
movement was the domain of lush green forests,
dancing in the sunlight, the moon,
captivating the dwellers,
bringing in the curious spirits to cultivate the open thoughts of
mystery,
to drop diamonds into the spider webs of ancient souls,
the purest forms,
the onslaught of living the natural life,
to know the roar of clouds,
the dance of the rain purifying the distance between the known and
unknown,
armies of maddened hares delicious with trickery,
seeing so clearly,
to form the perfect light.
I listen in awe to the smiling rock nestling in the exploding essential
blue of an angel sky,
I wait, poised on the edge of excitement, anticipation,
one word, one sign that I can leap forward,
charge into the desert secrets,
spilling my pride and lusts as I career into the dusty delights,
pass me mine,
show me yours,
what genius do you hold in your creation?
How much time do we need,
none, all of it, there is none,
I hold the fear of many in my heart,
the chance that all is untrue,
that these dreams are misleading,
a ghost to lead us away and let greedmongers claim the day,
but a strong heart is the fight,
ten years away, a day to put it right,
talking to nothing in the still air of learning,
letting all the places be filled before the food and wine sets
in,
eyes that never look,
never see,
never know what's waiting beside them,
the pact of truth that keeps the world growing,
the gods and goddesses in mountains,
the time of knowing,
the blade sharpening and growing evertowards you,
I listen to the birds cry,
listen to their troubled warbling,
they long for the forgotten river,
they hold their feathers of bravery in their trembling wings and,
soar in aching flight till the air spirit takes their pain,
gently pushing them further into the realms of divinity,
then the sands part,
the ancient pathways gleam in the corridors of dreamers'
passions,
the desert crops of rocks and ravines flood with fresh water
brilliance,
I sense the wash of wondrous love as the sand drinks its fill,
the senses of the earth are maddened,
a carnage of craving,
I can see the silver beauties in the desert,
hear the good-natured rustling as all the pieces sit in delight,
this is mermaid heaven,
electric sunlight gladness,
the guile of rocks sitting in eternal slumber,
smiling at the snakes who escort the shadows by,
the cryptic jigsaw of natures oasis of knowledge,
one more way of stepping away from the edge of the black jungle of city
dwelling,
one more jewel in the crown of one day....
Don't look down,
don't look away,
don't fear the onrush of fluid perfect crystal meaning,
the jar of strength,
the grass that grows with the grace of devils claws,
move to the side as chariots of emotion thunder by,
the ones who craved, carved the roads we breathe from,
the mountain souls that we live in,
unwrap the trumpets,
scream ecstasy from heathen skyscrapers, pagan mudholes,
the lips of certainty are wrapping themselves by candlelight around the
balanced rock of merciful grieving,
call it sunshine, daylight, whiteline prowess,
Dukes, Emperors, SHUT UP and see the light,
darker than a midnight caress,
brighter than a demon gleaming,
welcome to the greatest feeling perched on the crest of serpent
healing,
stalagmite,
short chairs, long hair,
women breeding something gorgeous,
this day amongst millions,
this way with seared feelings pounding the asphalt of yesterday's
failure,
to the desert rocks that hail the desert lords,
their excellent capacity to grow without showing,
the thorn in a rose,
the rungs on the tree of life.
All is known in the space between them and we,
the words are the elixir that feed the bees that produce the honey that
men crave for,
that women glow with.
One more hill to climb,
one last road into the maddening mystery,
the edge of the desert,
the climb to eerie mountain, eagle haunts,
where reflection and desire can soar with their new-found
buoyancy,
scrags of scorched grass; the last invitation to delve into the veiled
promise of natures beauty,
confessions to make,
expectations - met and unmet, to be burnt in delight and sorrow,
the savagery of final days and thoughts,
truth in the core of your eyes will be the answer,
nothing to pay, as wasted thoughts line up like lemmings,
the jaguar strides through, perched in the reflection of an eagles
eye,
the world at my feet,
I'm six shooting, double barrelling, machine gunning every energy
molecule of life's way,
every silence answers a thousand questions,
every word an orchestra of feelings,
every movement a galaxy of sensual delights,
everyday a celebration,
every child an education,
we're racing for the smooth curves of the distant lavish
mountain,
waiting for the heat to build,
for the pure message to be sent,
so the fire of love can arch forward,
snapping and thrusting into the waiting, expectant air,
the contact of love,
the union of passion and knowledge..
The peak, the ledge, the journey,
spiralling down into the realm of jewel-studded majesty,
the happiness found in the emerald eyes of a beautiful waterfall
girl,
the tip of a sparkling diamond iceberg,
a sweat glistening sexiness in the desert delights,
forces to be given free rein in the New World,
the world of living and life,
of spirits dancing in the isles of our learning,
markets not selling but giving,
sharing the new thoughts,
the pieces of ecstasy that let you in,
that toil-free invasion of all complacency,
eat the moon,
fly on a twig,
slip between the sharp light of climatic movement,
the surest move in the deadening hour,
when all hate and jealous waste has fallen aside,
the moon-sun will pluck the strings of perfect motion; the symphony of
morning lovemaking,
these rocks are the eyes of the worlds' soul,
these lands are the movements that stand between confinement and
liberty,
the last climb in the quest to stab the flag of freedom into the heart
of oppressors, manipulators and controllers.
Who'll ride with us in the new land,
letting our spirits touch the earth like passionate kisses,
this unknown kingdom with no known remorse,
with no expectations,
just the will to share,
who'll walk the trail of unknown geniuses of the human cause,
the seers who slide between the crack of day and night,
whose perfect union of nature makes all possible,
this is the real birth,
the one diamond movement of a lifetime,
cut yourself but never bleed,
touch the naked gold of paradise,
the bliss of understanding is but a thought away,
letting go of frowns and fears,
welcome to freedom; the edge of your mind,
the final resting places of escape, of dreams,
'welcome to your seat, what took you so long? The show is all
yours'
the players - happiness, strength and justice,
no one arrives who shouldn't be here,
no one mocks the confused, unknown or abused,
pleasure is never afraid to enter,
to arouse the smiles that sleep when the waves crash inwards,
now the rivers can fill and flow,
now the birds can find voices in the teasing wind,
let your smiles stretch outwards for eternity,
freedom is a bell that tolls life.
What more to know?
The road ahead lengthens like a wave,
churning new mysteries to hold and please,
my home is the woman I love,
my charge is never halted, never knowing ease,
always a better way to challenge natures thieves,
when truths are shown the claws of beauty will open the night,
chaos will set up home with alchemy,
spirits will venture from unknown desert lands,
and step through us,
sharing our vision like a lovers embrace,
then the lands in mist will materialise,
the floating palaces of wisdom will set in the morning dew,
the spirits will entice changelings out of jewelled caves with the
mastery of beautiful emotion,
while we listen and breathe,
breathe.....
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