Do you have what it takes to write a book? People often ask me how I got so prolific. How do you write so many books, plays, poems and blog posts. You want to know?
The answer to how I write a book in 90 days:
I am NOT a perfectionist. Read the rest →
Like Puzzle Pieces
like sugar in water, around us.
Salty tears and the smell of blood
have no meaning, except that
which we give them.
And I give them a lot,
–I’m generous, that way.
I cry every day,
and bleed every month,
when my womb melts
from the inside outas a regular reminderthat we create life–It’s just how we’re built.Being by your bodygives my womb permission.Somehow the frequencyof your womanhood resonateslike a tuning fork, in my arms,when you’re there,just breathing.Your hands against my skinmake a certain sound,nobody else can hear–like the taste in my mouthwhen you look at me,or elsewhere.So, I write lyrics to songsthat will never be sungand dance with myselfwhen you are not here.The ache in my jointshints at our years togetherand screams:“I want to grow old with you.”Woman, I want to peel offthe veils that cloak realityso we can see the contrastbetween now and eternity.I’m done playing hide and seekwith love, the truth, and god.You have tagged me inand together we’re teamed,like a double negativethat makes everything
positive.When I cry, or bleed, now,You may–or may not–join me,but I am not alone.We are reconciling opposites.Like puzzle pieces, that don’tactually fit, but leave a holein the picture, so we canremember it’s an illusion. Read the rest →
I am simply overflowing with poetry and passion for life after a nourishing 4-day retreat where I contemplated the ancient koan: Tell me what Life is.
I have taken half a dozen Enlightenment Intensives but this was my first time working with personal development coach, Linda Robinson who is pictured below, facilitating me in a harmony integration session. Read the rest →
Even though we aren’t naked, my girlfriend Roxanne and I have been suspended from Facebook, multiple times, for posting these pictures. So, I should probably warn you that these photos are considered rude, lewd and socially unacceptable (much like our love).This pristine poetry, however, springs from my immaculate heart. Read the rest →
Written By Guest Writer Claire Jones.
Erotica is not like pornography, in its style or delivery. Whereas pornography is blunt and gets straight to the point with little or no finesse, erotica stimulates and plays an enchanting game of imagination, leading the reader inexorably towards the grand finale. Read the rest →
To My Friend.
Of all the numbers accounted by man,
the most significant yet incalculable
is how many hearts you ignite.
Your love cannot be quantified,
for every candle you illuminate seems
to spark all others in it’s sphere. Read the rest →