Dark, his skin beckons
Me to taste and slice the meat
Off, enriched with goodness
Only the heart can savour
Though through the tongue
Its bitter-sweetness reigns
Alike a king
Sweet, pungent and killing
Acidic, the flowing juice, a
Reminiscent of past joys

Sweet renderings, tis sweet as honey
This love I miss amidst
tasting pleasures, none have I miss
amidst displeasures
the groins of nature plucked
like raisins sweet ready
to be squashed and trampled
like bodies intertwine

How beauty colours the brazen
Jars in winter pure, hardened
Embracing juice in dark cellars
A succulent affair
That drenches the body warm to
Silent madness of twirls, spirals
And dances… meshed between
Blood and soul

Unbreathe,
Undo the madness, retrace your steps
One by one
Backwards and remember
The chilling taste
Of Summer

The kisses
Tears
Embrace The Love

Haven't I been living before?

Oh such sorrow, to be
without you....Such aches, where only you
can heal.. this heart yearns, yet freedom is trickling
along these very veins...for a glimpse of heaven
on this tightrope of life, where love
inexplicable, strings the violins of my heart

After another tub of Mars Ice-cream {I must stop this habit! But Malaysia is scorching these days - yeah, another excuse!}, I tried to forget you.

Obviously the tub didn't work. I think I need another strategy. Dina sms'd me saying that after she had spoken to me last night, she felt sad. Funny how the transference of energy can be easily absorbed in this world non?

She felt my heart, and yes, I've been feeling very sad and alone for the past month or so...

In my prayers, for myself, I've asked The Lord for comfort... of the heart. My heart is being tossed like centimes these days. Not seeing you, or seeing you does not help - I'm falling deeper by the ottosecond, and I am as clueless to this new experience. When I was younger, I never had the need to fall "in" love. I was too busy trying to figure things out. Now that I've more or less figured things out, my heart and the body are being practically ripped apart, like raindrops falling hard on concrete or the soul living a dead body. The blows - all too new for me can sometimes be a welcomed affliction, sometimes... inexplicable because I'm slowly discovering that love, on a human level is complex, and breathless.

If this is the end, you're my Angel...of Death, and I want you

Breaths escape my heart. Each time I see you, I wish the world just stood still. I try to keep the image of you, for as long, and as fresh as it can aspire to be within the heart. I'm missing you more and more, and .... sadness reigns. Your shy smile, the quiver in your voice when you speak with your colleagues, the twinkle in your eye, the way you keep on wearing the same socks for a week {unless like me, you have a dozen of the same!}, the ...perfection of your being, your face... and the almost invisible scar above your pink lips is slowly devouring my very essence of innocence.

Flirting and teasing are the two things I used to be savvy in. These days, I'm numbed. I don't know how to even contemplate a move, let alone open my mouth to speak. It used to be simple to just say things. Oh Lord - Help!!. If I had a wand, you'd be the only one on this planet. And you are, within. The other odd thing I noticed about myself, is that I don't look nor do I study other men since I met you. My friends say I've been struck by the blow... of life.

The cab driver who has been driving me to Carrefour noticed the change in me, and decided to cheer me up by talking about religion. I wish he would just stop. I'm not in the mood for debating about Islaam, Christianity, or even ignorance. Words are all I have at the moment.... for they pen my innermost spirit, the wings which are being held down from flying... home

Je Vous Aime

AA

To feel, each embrace
As you prepare
A love feast with another
Tears me asunder
Slowly in a feverish lust
Wanting yet pushing away
Veils of heat, burning… slowly
Devouring my very essence of
Freedom amidst flights of frenzy
Amongst a million familiar faces,
Voices, touches, and hard penetration
Coming within an ocean of Indian
Summer, these lips quiver in a wanton desire
Cravings unlike I could never imagine even
In a million years of millennia
Unlike any demon raped minds, splashes
Of paint, slowly toiled amidst brushes
Slowly sucking thy lips, hard, take me now
Give pleasure a name, sex seemed pale
Beyond comparison to what images you have prayed
Upon the Altar of Life, amidst burnt candles
Whispering my names, each limb tears a million
Starbursts, giving life to a Heaven of Angels
Praying for humanity.., how sweet thy poison sting
Must I endure this breathless fever and devour each
Other being watching silently as I die a euphoric
Death awaiting your kisses, blistered pollen driven stamens
Devoid of scents sucked out by the nose creating
An unforgettable trail of lusts on bodies and folds of
Beings in fervor submission… euphoria tears a bliss, a tear from
This heart, oh sweet love, calm thy passion for the ocean
Bursts a thousand rainbows, for artists to paint, imagining
Light upon light upon a secret desire of pleasure
Only the universe can birth planets and quantum energies
Rapture amidst black holes, oh take me now, sweet love
Thy presence beckons death, with a willing heart I unbolt
The Gates of Life, a moment for an embrace
Embracing thy bosoms hard against plush gardens of silk
The sun shines… welcoming you home

Je Vous Aime

As death becomes the separation of reality and deception, dreams for awakened souls are notches in the Book of Life.

Being the centre of all living activities, the heart record experiences, and thoughts undertaken and not. Being the screen that projects what is and is not within the reflective heart, the mind when awakened realizes its source as the leaves, from the Tree of Life. Awakened, the heart realizes its origin at the Seat of Reality.

Guard the heart; for when tormented as Love matures within, passes through a stage between living, and flight. When the heavens assume the earth, when a beloved consumes the lover, is as fire transform to Light.

The "agent provocateur" is the separation that marks a distinction between the beginning and the end, the first and the last, the apparent and the hidden, the beloved and the lover, and fire in to Light.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/24360/when_the_soul_speaks_vi.html

"Hi...It's Me!" You said. But obviously for the veiled, I do not exist! What exists to them is just the package they see lounging infront of them inhaling with such pleasure the cigarette in her hand.

Wheez! Wheez! Cough! Wheez! Wheez! Cough!

Let's try this again shall we? So there I was contemplating a walk in the Garden, when out of the blue, the wind whispered your name. I'm waiting for the change to be undertaken, but you know that this will take a reflective breath before it happens in your world - or should I rephrase that and say, that it would take almost an eternity of breaths for the change to be visible in your reality. By the way, I'm not a mad poetess, or some deranged lunatic trying to make a difference in your world. I just happen to not know anything, and hence embraces almost everything within - and if you say you cannot "see" me within you, then something is definitely screwed up somewhere. I would like to think that its time to hand the Books over to them Readers of The Last Day, don't you think? Anway...

Everyone, as I've mentioned earlier on..over the Internet, is connected by that invisible thread I'd call, "Particled Life" - condensed light which does not perceive its own reality. This thread which is finer than the nanometer's breadth of your hair, of the cells, and of all veils apparent or hidden is condensed that when squashed together or coalesce becomes - or is being made apparent to the same condensation of unperceived light amongst itself. Once you make a connection in your "apparent" reality, there is no way you can severe that "relationship" whether it be of "love", "hate" even after the other has passed across the treshold of life, or in your language "Death". Nor should you even attempt at overstepping the limits of lusts for the profit of the ego. Because when you do this, you literally "kill" yourself. And then you'd have to start all over again - or didn't your parents teach you anything?

Ad absurdum

No! Its not absurd - I tell you its not. It just doesnt make sense now, but when you've climbed out of your shell, or your lifeless body when you would have crossed the treshold of life, then you'll know, but then it'll be a tad too late to do anything right? So... hark! or should that be read as "heed!"

"What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity" ~ Father Andre

So, when you make this invisible connection in your world, you are reverting to your true essence in the hidden. If you severe a connection that has been there all along, but because of your ignorance and conceited blindness even when eyes you have, and you are not able to perceive your "reality" therein, then ... if you prefer to dive in the enraged ocean, by all means, "...Jump!"

But if you start ignoring your reflections therein your world, or your reality, and start behaving like an ignoramus - arrogant and all, then when The Readers will bear witness to your Book {of Records} don't say that I didn't warn you. There is such a thing as "death" you know, its as real as your sleep, and waking up in your reality, as real as your experiences herein this world you call "Earth".

Appreciate the moment you have with even the most minute of creature, for they tell a story, and  guide you to that Great Room, where Lovers bask in Eternal Glory!

"I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love." ~ Mahatma Gandhi

Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?
Love...Ad infinitum

Love is not just an emotion, nor is it just a name. It is, in the reality of all things perceived created or otherwise in a rooted world, a verb, and state of mind, an entity undefined - it cannot be defined as the "human's" complexities and intelligence is limited as it itself is.

To deny the reality of Love its true essence is to deny your very existence. Which one part is greater than what you could permissibly call yourself human, as the awakened “being human {as opposed to human beings}” is beyond all philosophical, cultural and religious cloaks that are being “religiously” veiling the human mind/heart from ever seeing the Light of Truth, glaringly shining like the Sun in broad daylight!

The human language is limited as it itself is a limited being. To expound something beyond the comprehension of the ordinary thinker is not impossible. Savants, many of whom were ignorant enough about the reality of the world around them, so much so, that they've been labeled insane, eccentric … and disfavored, have written and expounded on the subject itself in the hopes to cut a glimpse of this enshrouded entity - Love, God, Religion… and Faith.

To expound the finesse of the essence is almost impossibility for one who is inattentive in comprehension of all worlds, and universe with an open heart / mind. When fully spun into a silk garment will only the neophyte be allowed out of the polishing of its heart, a glimpse into what is known, in the ordinary world, a “sense” of freedom, beyond all conditionings … and death.

Only then, will the journey commence, and Love revealed in the hearts of lovers, whose rituals surpass that of the devotees. {of either religion, god, wealth, etcetera}

The "Of Faith, Love, & ..." project will span about 100 chosen cities worldwide.
 
The mind is a world, a world that man makes and in which he will make his life in the hereafter, as the spider lives in the web it has woven.

Children, being the inheritors of the world deserve more than just food, and clothing. They deserve the best of what we can offer them, in terms of scholarship, initiation in the Arts and Sciences, as well as an awareness campaign to educate the importance of children in the world, as leaders of a better world.

The collaborative project of documenting the world via the lenses and write-up, and having the content produced and published as a coffee-table book, digitally syndicated via media discs and the Internet, will initiate a return of investment in the process to help manage and undertake programs for children worldwide.

The participants for the project are:

Delphine Camolli: Born in 1968 and raised in South of France, Delphine studied cinema in Paris, and thereafter worked for newspapers and cinematographic events. From 1998 to 2003, Delphine produced and directed her first documentary film with the photographer Irina Ionesco. Delphine currently resides in Marseille since 1995

AainaA-Ridtz A.R: A graduate in French Civilization; International Journalism and Creative Writing, she have won numerous awards, Laureate of the Concours du Roman de la Nouvelle Francophone, Honorary mentions for photography in International Photography Competitions and First prize in an International Poetry Competition. Her works have been published by Eyepiece Magazine US, Ark Publications, Mini-World Japan, International Herald Tribune and Nihon Keizai Shimbun. US' Money Museum is currently exhibiting her recent photographs until September 2006.

Dina Zaman: Recipient of British High Commissioner Chevening Award in 1998, Dina is an editor and writer. She has written extensively for the media, namely New Straits Time whereby she had a column titled 'Dina's Dalca'. She currently writes a weekly column titled, 'I am Muslim' for MalaysiaKini dotCom, which is about Muslim life in Malaysia. She also edits Malaysiakini's features section - Rentakini.com. Earlier this year, she was a production manager for a regional shoot on Muslims in South East Asia, which was produced by an Indonesian production house. She also writes about relationships for Chrome magazine

We're currently sourcing Sponsors / Angels to support our efforts to make this project successful. Do get in contact with me, at your earliest, if you think your Company will be in the position to play a role in it.

Sponsors we're looking for:

• Government's Tourism Board for domestic travel, and transportation
• Government's Ministry of Foreign Affairs for Visa, and travel documents
• Hotel Lodging {B&B}
• Air Carrier / Airlines
• Managed Dedicated Hosting - For Streaming Video Documentary
• Publishing - For Coffee Book

Such sweetness to see you, to
embrace those eyes falling deeper
every moment like waterfalls, I thread softly
On the breaths of Love, your heart
whispers nothingness, what joy to breathe your
breath, to dance amidst cells, of wavelike
light particles, embracing moments
Between respiration, and heartbeats

O My Love, sweet sweet Love...
A word will do, though gestures rare can paint
The hot skies with trails of life, birthing a kiss
I long to touch, your senses calm me
Such delights, how I've missed you..
Tis bliss this glance
Tis blessed this Love

Je Vous Aime