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Apr 2018 · 117
Skin Hunger
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
Isolation of sensation causes emotional migration
Apr 2018 · 100
Wake Up
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
I can't just scream wake up
You don't grow without first having to learn
The pattern repeats ever cycling
The beginning and the end
With adaptation in between
The simple pattern forever repeats
From plants to atoms
To you and me
The layered sky
And the big blue sea
The stories aren't new
They are the same
The only thing different
Are the names
Look from your heart
Instead of your head
Then you can grasp
What I just said
If something resonates with you they say it is your heart telling you it's true. We're slaves to a system we can't abide. These aren't get to it later. These are musts. Stop fracking, controlling, extorting, using and abusing. We are not our just our bodies but also spirit.  Rewrite your program. We are here to learn who we are. We are energy. We are self aware. We need to be self aware as spirit. Energy. It's what allows you to rewrite your code. Stop believing the illusions. You control them not them controlling you.
To create is a gateway. A bridge that allows you to connect emotionally. Feel it. Math shows it. Art shows it. Life shows it. Look from your heart. Break the cycle. Stop hearing it start feeling it. Get deeper than the shallows. Shut up and listen. Take time to observe. Practice periods of not talking but simply watching. What did you see?
That is my truth for the precise moment. Forever expanding like the universe itself because we are it and it is everything. Don't just react to your life. Be aware. Question why you feel the way you do and find out if it is your truth or your program. It is like a darkness that feeds on us. Once you are aware of it. Have witnessed it you can release yourself from it. I won't hurt it and it can no longer hurt me. You don't destroy it. You find balance. For it is just as much part of the process as the light.
Without both there is no in-between. That is where this part of the program resides. It is the 3rd dimension. I accept it for what is is because I want to see more. I want to witness countless wonders. They are everywhere on every level. In acceptance I found freedom to do something else. It is the same story. You just need to find your perspective of it and the words you use to identify and understand it. Whether it's sicence or music or art or religion or spirituality etc.
The heart Is the meter, the thing in which everything gets judged. It knows your truths.
Everything we understand we are witnessing their truths or expression in this dimension. We are only understanding the universe and everything in it at our own levels of understanding not its. We must change to grow. Add perspectives to unlock code.
Apr 2018 · 121
Selkcerf
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
Golden kisses
Splashed light speckled
Daytime stars
Apr 2018 · 108
Self fulfilling
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
Scientifically speaking, we are the microcosm of the macrocosm in the universe. As above, so below, and as within, so without. We are the miniature representation, that possesses the characteristics and qualities of the larger macrocosm. This includes our physical body, as it exists within the larger whole of its system.
Apr 2018 · 176
S
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
S
She
Swallows
Stars
So
Skillfully
She
Shines
Apr 2018 · 109
Shadow
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
I am with you
Every step
Ever present
Our union
In light
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
Lincoln Town and Country
There are things I must tell bluntly
I hope you don't feel shame
for being pretty lame
and making me waste money

When I saw you in the lot
I was already quite distraught
because my precious prelude
had tires that were all *******
something new needed bought

It seemed like quite the flip
To be able to take my trip
A three hour jaunt
seemed so nonchalant
until you started to slip

Your transmission seized up first
a hefty 4,000 dollar thirst
Only one month in
the worlds smallest violin
started to hint at your curse

Next came the back gate
hydraulic arm truncate
one more thing that's broken
making it impossible to stay open
why won't you cooperate?

The sliding door fell off next
your parts are all quite hexed
rocking on the ground
oh how you astound
my emotions which are vexed

Windows?! who needs these?
obviously not me
at least your air still works
I'll count it as a perk
Since I can't feel the breeze

Then it was slated
to keep us dehydrated
after your air went on the fritz
sparkling sweaty glitz
leaving us saturated

More problems you did score
making driving a big chore
pretty soon we were left
feeling strong bereft
with just one working door

I set to the task at hand
and devised a simple plan
placing online ads
to other car comrades
and traded you for a conversion van
Apr 2018 · 163
15
Fumbletongue Apr 2018
15
Awoken by birds
gaily proclaiming spring
for at least a day
Mar 2018 · 148
Sustanance
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
I dine on wildflowers
Down by the sea
I slurp down sunshine
How it tickles me
Melodic come hithers
Whispered on the breeze
It's times just like this
That invoke Calliope
Mar 2018 · 135
What if.......
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
For all we know what we see as the universe
Is really just the circulatory system
Of a enormous being
We can not even begin to fathom
Maybe we are molecularly part of a white blood cell
Or part of the neural network that makes up the brain
Perhaps the tiny spark of knowing we call intuition
At some point you just have to say
I know I don't know
And that is enough
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
HEAVEN
A higher dimension
It's not an eternal place.
It is an eternal vibrational stage
But by no means the last
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
BEAUTY
Pains byproduct
Pain and discomforts mere existence create the space for beauty and vice versa. A self-fulfilling loop.
Mar 2018 · 109
My Truths 2
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
I appreciate anyone
who can respond
rather than react.
To say 'This is me”
with accountability
To say this is me without accountability looks like this:
I'm rubber and you're glue. What bounces off of me sticks to you
We are taught at such young ages without even being aware of the message it sends and how it will ripple out.
Mar 2018 · 108
P O E M
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Prologue

Of

Emotional

Movement
Mar 2018 · 98
My Truths 1
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
The ability to offer presence.
When I show up ALL of me shows up.
Standing in Loving Strength.
To witness the beauty of you.
Mar 2018 · 144
My Truths 3
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
I don't defend people's character
I defend them as a human beings
Having their own experiences
And their own believings
Let physical win and exist here believing everything you've been told to believe and live the way you are taught. Keeping you so busy you never have time to question whether you actually believe what you have been told to. To stop and question anything. No one takes time to ask themselves if they even agree with the way we are feeling. Do I actually want to be mad?

Metaphysical side You don't ever make it out alive. So why not make choices that make your heart actually happy. That make your presence sing. One shot. Do you want to spend your entire life worrying about all the things that won't matter at all?
Mar 2018 · 107
We all die one day
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
All the advice we give and people we try to change all simply won't matter. People will do exactly what they want to do the moment you are not around. If something is truly important you only ever really need to say it once. Everything else is energy you could be spending doing what you want whatever that is. So just accept that now. Accept that people will do what they want to do and stop trying to change that. Choose you instead
I have watched the generations above me as their parents have passed and it's always sad but also a fresh breath because now they can be themselves when they quite frankly could have been all along. All the energy invested into trying to find validation. It's a white knuckled love. We grip things so tight forgetting that we have our own hearts to tend to.
Everybody lives until the moment they are dead. And once you are dead life continues on just as it always has so choose love daily. Choose you.
Mar 2018 · 104
Strong enough to suffer
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
I am strong enough to suffer

For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction. For one side to exist at all there must be two. The same holds true for words. Both their physical and metaphysical applications. In the above statement I am using the word suffer in it's opposite meaning of allow.

A unhealthy association of feeling transmuted to a healthy association of feeling. By being able to see it's equal yet opposite end I have changed the action itself. Words are not flat though neither are they robust but in truth as nuanced as we are with wrong associations for desired actions because they come FROM us. A self fulfilling circle. They have only the meanings WE attach to them.

It is also an action of love. To allow.
To understand our emotions and feelings are ours alone and therefore we are individually responsible for how we perceive and use them. To knowingly choose.

I think women are more naturally inclined to understand the concept of healthy suffering. Sometimes it could be described as Tough Love. It's tough love because of the heart. Suffering is like Allowing through the heart.

I am not attaching the emotional feelings of suffering that make you wince, roll your eyes, guffaw or any other such reaction to your understanding of it's emotional state to you. When I think of the word suffering I feel the feeling of allowing. Of choosing love.
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
LISTEN
To see with your ears
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
GENTLE
Soft as a moonbeams radiance
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
FEAR
A giant ******* neon sign lighting the fastest path to growth (which incidentally is an inclined slip-n-side)
Mar 2018 · 196
Action vs. State
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
There is a difference between
minimalism and simplicity.

To live minimally is an action.
To live simply is an art
Mar 2018 · 108
Electric Cadet
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Your soul rubbing against mine is like
Socked feet sliding on carpet.
Transferring electrons
Sparking and humming an electric duet.
Mar 2018 · 204
ADVENTURES
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Ambiance accentuer
Dalliance delicous  
Voyueristic ventures
Eyeing expeditious
Natural nutate
Tantalizing tides
Urges undulate
Rejuvenating rise
Intoxicating incantation with
Numinous notations
Gravitation gyration and
Scintillescent sensations
Mar 2018 · 159
WIND
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
At the hint of your touch my eyes begin to slide closed in slow motion as my body inhales inclining anticipation. My flesh poised for ignition. Exposed. Your glide creates electric waves of sensation, rippling through me dimensionally. Expanding oxygenless rapture where every cell comes to full attentioned life and every single atom drinks in boundless pleasure. Delighted by the tendrils of your touch my entire being dances in the earthy ***** thrum that makes me want to dig my toes into dirt and root down deep to enjoy the fullness of you.
Mar 2018 · 88
Inspired Desire
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Your fingerprints are my reward
Like a pirates treasured hoard
Trophies I yearn to earn
Hand and skin do adjourn
White areas unexplored
Mar 2018 · 173
Acrostic 4
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Splayed
Prints
Are
Naughty
Keepsakes
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
FRECKLES
Sun kissed constellations
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
DRAMASTICALLY
Seriously Dramatic. Huge, with flare.
How teenagers feel everything
Mar 2018 · 197
Allow
Fumbletongue Mar 2018
Let life enthrall you
The wind caress you
The sun kiss you
The water cleanse you
The moon soothe you
The wild call you
The stars guide you
The fire warm you
Let all of it tempt and nourish you
Stop judging it and find a way to play
We are all just kids in big people's bodies
Feb 2018 · 244
Compositions
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
All of us are music.
Living breathing compositions.

Some are jazz. All bright colors and playful vibrancy mixed with a sultry sumptuous purr
.
Some are Blues. Deep down colors and aching longing mixed with a quiet wailing rumble.

Some are Rock. Primary colors and down home feel mixed with cruisin with the windows down and karaoke.

Some are Heavy metal. Reflective silvers, polished steels mixed with screaming wires and fierce feral growls.

Some are Alternative. Contrasting secondary colors and experimentation mixed with mystery box wonder and quizzical quirkiness.

Some are Classical. Black and white colors  of perfection mixed with full bodied timelessness.

Some are Pop. Vibrant pastel colors of youth and innocence mixed with bursting bubblegum bubbles and giddy dancy hope

Some are Showtunes. Lighted colors of exaggeration mixed with bravado and intensity

Some are Opera. Red hues of passion and heart mixed with pushing vocal limits and whole body overtures and ovations.

All of which run through the current of ‘soul’. Show yours. Feel yours. Sing yours. Whatever you do, do it with soul.
Feb 2018 · 155
Skinsuits
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Skin suit personalities.
They are fun to wear
But they are not the totality
Of who we are.
We all have intangible parts to ourselves.
Life is a chance to play a part
In a skin suit dance.
If you do not like your role
Try directing instead of acting.
Feb 2018 · 200
Natural
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Life is so full of so many ‘suits’ to try on
And I do love to wear a wide variety
But my most preferred is naked.

Natural. Wild. Untamed.
Feb 2018 · 149
Where does love go
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Love goes exactly where it needs to go.
It is a current. And just like the weather, sometimes fickle.
It proceeds your journey as a path before you.
Feb 2018 · 157
FreeDom
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Life is so full of  ‘suits’ to try on
And I do like wearing a wide variety
But my most preferred is naked.

Natural. Wild. Untamed.
Skin suit personalities. They are fun to wear but they are not the totality of me. We all have intangible parts and life is a chance to play a part. A meat puppet dance. Instead of acting why not try directing.
Feb 2018 · 195
Observing
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
I like when it’s just noise and not chatter. Words are distracting because even though It’m not listening directly my mind clicks on in an area of my brain that I wish to let sleep sometimes. Which if you knew me you would understand how ironic that is.

I did not speak until I was three. My grandmother used to tell my mother to “enjoy it now. Once she starts talking she will never shut up.” She was spot on.

I used to talk so fast most would assume I was auctioning off cattle. The truth was I was auctioning off presence. Prattling away like a hen. I am now returning to my original state of verbal silence.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE words but I don’t think in words. I think in pictures of moving senses. I use words to try and describe the current of those senses when I step out of their embrace to shift into a worded mind. It’s exhausting sometimes and exuberant at others but always disengaging from where I prefer to be. That’s not to say I’m a recluse. I am decidedly not but I do like reclusiveness.
Feb 2018 · 112
Haze
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
The trace of my words linger
Like the whisperiest whisper
And the faintiest hints
Of ghostly smoke tendrils
And dust particle tints
Feb 2018 · 742
Right Here
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
I’m sitting in the dark and the sound of the rain falling is just right and silence settles to whatever volume is current. And as you become increasingly aware it’s like all of the oxygen is ****** out of the world and yet you can still breathe.

The power in that grasp. Glimpse. Moment of ‘being’. An active moment of happening now. The current. And it is so titillating, mesmerizing, and transfixing that you suspend time to really see it. It presents itself in many different ways and oh how truly altering they are.

I love the ones with no talking. No words  anywhere for me to hear whether I want to or not. Just colors, sounds, textiles, smells. A unique constantly changing thing.

God I love these moments and I intend to go back but the need to express it overtook long enough to use words to write this. I am now disengaging.
I like when it’s just noise. Words are distracting because even though I’m not listening directly my mind clicks on in an area of my brain that I wish to let sleep sometimes. Which if you knew me you would understand how ironic that is.
I did not speak until I was three. My grandmother used to tell my mother to “enjoy it now. Once she starts talking she will never shut up.” She was spot on. I used to talk so fast most would assume I was auctioning off cattle. The truth was I was auctioning off presence. Prattling away like a hen.
I am now returning to my original state of verbal silence. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE words but I don’t think in words. I think in pictures of moving senses. I use words to try and describe the current of those senses when I step out of their embrace to shift into a worded mind. It’s exhausting sometimes and exuberant at others but always disengaging from where I prefer to be. That’s not to say I’m a recluse. I am decidedly not but I do like reclusiveness.
Life is so full of so many ‘suits’ to try on and I do love to wear a wide variety but my most preferred is naked. Natural. Wild. Untamed.
Feb 2018 · 243
Tasty little Morsels
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
She hums a ***** tune
From the shadows of the trees
Luring in the wildlife
To do with as she please
As they come in closer
She readies for the pounce
Scanning for the strongest
As her hunger mounts
Feb 2018 · 203
Spank
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Play me like a drum
A crimson red rhythm
of handprint notes
pulsing on my skin

Let the games begin!
Feb 2018 · 147
Ignite
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
She delves into your eyes
Inhaling as deeply and as slowly
As her tongue and teeth on her bottom lip
Her smile breaks like a fiery dawn
Intensely focused on igniting you with a single fingertip
Sliding up the topographical map of your spine
To the apex of your neck
Reveling raspberry flushed skin
Melts ice and time
Feb 2018 · 271
Underwear
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Under wear
Under there
Hiding your
Derriere
Sung to the tune of Spider-Man
Feb 2018 · 116
Saunter
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
I sit and I ponder
As my boat wanders
Across waters unknown
These moments not squandered
It is quite an honor
To see with eyes of my own
Feb 2018 · 207
Word Bait
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Fishing line sentences
Baited with words
Cast far out into the sea
Drifting and reeling
Ever so slowly
What they will bring to me
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
While the ticket is in my wallet
I have both won and not won the lottery
Feb 2018 · 135
Triumphant
Fumbletongue Feb 2018
Your hands ever at the ready
Poised to dive in to my warm delicious center
Your fingers breach and I envelop you
The onslaught begins
You grab at me in fervor
Until your hands just wont do
I await the warm welcome of your mouth
As you bury your face in my core
Slurping me up as fast as you can
Until every last ounce of me is inside you
The buzzer sounds
You are this years winner
Of the pie eating contest
******* girl **** reminds me of the pie eating contest in Stand By Me. That’s what prompted this.  Chick was going to town like a speed eater
Jan 2018 · 191
Busy Bees (Visceral part 1)
Fumbletongue Jan 2018
There are a great many things
To accomplish in a day
Without you there, sitting still
And getting in my way

You that little black dot
Among my nice clean white
Are constantly reminding me
That I am not pure bright

You are what is different
Amongst the sterile field
So your fault it must be
On this I will not yeild

Hobos, Slackers, Drunks
You! Are all the same
Always so quick to find
Someone else to blame

Off! Off! You Wretched Spot!
Off my field of white!
Here's a couple dollars bills
Now get thee out of sight!

Get Up! You ***!
You ruining the whole feel
Get Up! Go on, ***!
**** is getting real

Out of sight, Out of mind
Is what I always say
And now back to my grind
I have such a busy day!

I need to move on quickly
From this inconvienent stop
I'm already so behind
From cleaning up your slop
Jan 2018 · 241
Stillness (Visceral part 2)
Fumbletongue Jan 2018
In joy and awe I sit
In stillness, completely free
But when you look
A *** is what you see

Your minds and movements
Like busy little bees
Buzz buzz buzzing
Believing you are free

Preferring to race in circles
Blurred flower Grand Prix
Round and round you go
Spinning endlessly

I am like that flower
An unfolding trustee
Toward the light of day
Easy as you please

Comfort in my roots
I am the one who sees
In the rushing wind I sway
Dancing on the breeze

You do your best not to look
To you I am unease
To me you are a river
Of busy little bees

Unaware of your breath
A wasting disease
Letting everything define you
To varying degrees

I need not move a mile
Stillness my skeleton key
I need not move a foot
I am everything that I need
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