Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Where did this feeling come from, More invading than any know? But like an old friend or foe, Its got me drunk out of my mind . More invading than any know? It would be wrong if it were not true, Its got me drunk out of my mind, You have to admire the lust for life. It would be wrong if it were not true, But like an old friend or foe, You have to admire the lust for life. Where did this feeling come from?

I am a mirror image Key to a forsaken lock We are not the same But we fit for a purpose I intend to unlock Pandora's box But where it is? I am lost.

Darkness is your friend Everything came from it And everything will return Love set us free

How do I fill this void left From building myself up With fantasies of reality My old world feels small In falling for Addictive insanity That has us reaching for the comfort Of duality

Poetry is like osmosis An energy in motion That ripples through us In an infectious symbiosis Its the metaphors of mind That sail through space and time Through oceans of similes And waves of analogies Its the effect of frequency Animating matter and vapour Its the sound of silence Making you put pen to paper

What is Love? It is a feeling A vibrational frequency That is healing It resonates through us Like cymatics A chemical reaction in the physical world Initiated by quantum mechanics Spooky action at a distance That we are driven to seek Translated in every culture and situation Quite differently So you see, it depends On our boundaries and perceptions Of what we feel is Love and affection.

Enraptured, momentarily Silken hands know  How to release me

I'm not lonely I don't need you But I like you I want you To want me To want you I want you To want me To know me To know you So show me I'll show you

I adore the moon, for creating and making - Tidal waves of love.