freedom

THIS POETRY LAY

My poetry lay hungry,
over-indulged on missing vocals
and absent sound,
under-fed from swallowed emotion
and buried tears –
throat-lumping in the name of opinion
better kept to shadowy under-jaws
and burbling stomach acid;
cocooning noisily with butterflies
of rage whose lead-heavy wings
and straight jacket veins
pin themselves to freedom
with only my dry throat
a means to escape.

My poetry lay hungry
while I feed on its promise
to blanket my attempt
to make it known.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 October, 2017

MAGNIFICENT ARREST

You are poetry
engraved on my peasant heart,
my Love,
and never once did I imagine
the weight of all your letters
could equip me with
such feather-light wings that,
each time I beg for your chaos
to set me free,
the alphabet storm they beat
would soar me through this rapture
I have long desired
to write, instead.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 April, 2017

I NEVER GIVE UP

Why now, at this peak?

the one we climbed like we were foraging,
like the treasure was ours, and
like we were owed the magic;

the one we promised to ourselves,
like the challenge spoke to our needs
– like spooning, and completeness –
like the familiar sound of Soulmateship;

the one we both ate hungrily
like cheesecake and strawberry sauce,
like viking sex and the sound of rain,
like the walls called for our skin;

the one we privately rode
like thunder and like history,
like couch kissing at 3am,
like the pre-cum that belongs on my lips;

the one our lives changed for,
like losing everything to win,
like the years mattered more now –
like purpose was our new team;

the one we physically yearned,
like this distance made us lovers,
like the words we longed to speak,
like our eyes smiling in perfect silence;

the one we learnt to master,
like the Gods of old had promised,
like synchronicity was our call,
like the prophecies had written us;

the one our dreams showed us,
like we undressed our karma,
like it was destiny we could touch,
like we had angels for our guides;

the one we paved and craved
like the path was suddenly clearer,
like the bumps were sensual touches,
like the signposts contained our names.

Why now, at this peak?

the one we fall from, both alone,
like we have forgotten we had a bond,
like our chemistry now parries –
like our freedoms matter not.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 April, 2017

TRULY FREE

Truly Free
The free are simply surrounded by ignorance; the truly free, bound by love.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8th March, 2017

MAGNETIC OCEANS

Her honey’d hole a wet, wet dream,
her liquid gold a silky stream where
sliding thrusts were mounted, hot,
and arching bodies dared not stop;
where moments flowed into the next
and both were drowned in comfort sex
and eyes were riding each one’s soul –
his quest for freedom her only goal

And rather than come up for air
this fiery passion sank them there,
(as both an anchor, ‘twined like rope,
and locked in pelvic gyroscope)
her swollen thighs around his waist,
her nails embedded, tongues embraced –
and fishing for that final taste
with every touch, in every place

Fused as one with melting cores,
(her curling toes demanding more)
his urgent need to plunge her rightly
sealed them closed with hearts bound tight, and
all around them
walls of water washed their sins
in quickening waves that locked them in
with swats and spanks
and gentle yanks and saucy stares
while skin to skin and hand to soaking hair

Like rolling tide to rocky shore,
(her legs thrown wide, his pelvis sore)
the crash and grind of karmic ties
were deep explored and fast revived
– with whispered greed they came alive –
awash with dirty unrestraint they
thrived, unreined, with fate to blame,
their pulsing needs through every vein,
infused as one and charged by same:
her wild release on which he came –
an ocean, calling out her name

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 January, 2017

THOUGHT #448

The only safe hazard is the decision to leave one’s controller.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 7 September, 2012

THOUGHT #340

The freedom of failure lies in the opportunity for a second chance.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 September, 2012

INNER LENS

“How far within must one journey before one captures the realisation that one’s fullest potential is already reached; that one’s constant seeking is an expression of one’s true path to self discovery and freedom – a path where presence and growth are characteristics of what may be found within; the inner lens that reflects back a being that one knows better than one knows . . .”

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 17 June, 2011

THOUGHT #289

The final step in forgiveness is the uncaging of the bird that cost one one’s freedom.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 17 February, 2011

THOUGHT #136

The limitless freedom of forever is bound only by the heart that encloses it.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 June, 2010