LOVE IS YOUR COLOR

LOVE IS YOUR COLOR

It was that small  part of you I gazed  at

that filled my mind with such  vivid scenery

wanting to touch you in that  place

longingly...

Your skin told me an intricate story

...in it I saw your family history

A touch of exoticness blended with a little mystery

I saw  the dark storm clouds over deepest Africa

...upon the plains were warring factions of different tribes

(set upon one another by colonialistic minds)

I saw People who said goodbye to their homes

who then traveled the seas shackled in filthy boats

their backs torn and frayed by inhumane brutality

(scarred for life by the slave masters mentality)

There were generations of your ancestors

who were annihilated with out hesitation

Forced off their sacred lands and into reservations

I saw those who extirpated your Kings,

your Black Queens

the Medicine Woman

Clan Mothers

The chiefs and elders

While offering you blankets infected

with an incurable social dis~ease

I saw the red warrior who could tame a lion with a single stare

and ancient people who communed with beings from the stars

There were the brave men who sit in circles under the night fire

(who know how to love a woman with tender desire)

No more are you a lone wolf

who's eyes hide

behind the smile

that can no longer trust

I know how to soothe and release the rage within

while laying beneath the colours of your skin

When I saw the many beautiful colours of your skin

I was infected with an incurable lust

To become one

with of all the nations

that reside in you

(c) Teresa / Divinia 11th September 2012

CLOUD BURSTING

CLOUD BURSTING

So who came up with this new face book design?

This thing they call a time line

Do these people sit behind closed doors

scheming

dreaming

up new ways

to get personal information out of me?

How

sheepishly

eagerly

We part with our innermost desires

That which we hold close to our hearts

If someone had suggested

that we walk around inserted

with the latest micro chip tags

we would throw up our hands

in protest and disgust

(THAT'S A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTY)

And yet, it is that very same hand

that so easily clicks

while

strolling

scrolling

down our home page

all those comments,likes and ticks

Who was it that came up with this brilliant design

that we so easily share what's on our minds?

 

while tagging our entire existence

to create our very own digital Picassa Profile
in a private, public or hybrid cloud
(all in real time)

 

and all from the comfort of your own home

or latest smart or iPhone

Who is it who comes up with these ideas

Psychologists?

Scientologists?

Aliens like ET or PAUL

 

how 'bout the men who stared at Goats

  the CIA??

They know our weaknesses

and play on our desire

to connect

and collect

friends, status and credibility

I can't believe how silly I've become

And I don't mean to be the one

to burst your cloud... but

 

 

Forget your fucking privacy

We ticked that away when we joined

(c) Teresa / Divinia 8th September 2012

with some helpful input
(highlighted in bold print)
from an equally

paranoid friend

Dustup224

thats his code name

he won't use his real name 

DYS-LEXIA AND OTHER AFFLICTIONS

As a writer I am constantly searching for new words.

My mind knows how I feel, 
but my brain sometimes

can't make the connections

This is an symptom
of my affliction

my dyslexia.

I never knew I had it

and so, all through Primary and High school

I was told by teachers that my writing was

sloppy

vulgar

My punctuation was out of place

I repeatedly mis-spelled the same words

(despite knowing how to spell them)

I had good days and bad days...

Some days I could read and write with perfect ease

Other days...

I would skip lines

miss the point

have to re-read the same passages thrice

but to no avail

it just wouldn't stick in my mind

I could understand complex ideologies

and physics was a no brainer

But never ask me to repeat Pythagorean algebra

or the Latin names of every tree, animal or flower.

My dyslexic tendencies were actually so mild

that no one ever picked it up...

Instead I was told I was lazy,

and didn't try hard enough

Why was it then that I could memorize the words

and musical notes of entire albums?

And remember phone numbers of people

I hadn't spoken to for 10 years or more?

I can do additions and subtractions

faster than the girl ringing it up on her till

and explain secrets of the universe as yet undiscovered

But ask me to recount the history of the world at war

and I was an epic FAIL!

I still struggle with my words till this day

(Thank goodness for spell check and Roget's Thesaurus)

I  don't  read passages well out loud

and have trouble constructing in a linear time line

But having this supposed incurable affliction,

although it effected my diction

has taught me that the mind works in mysterious ways

and to never judge a student by their ability to rote learn words

or equations.

And that's my thoughts of the day.

Be kind to your children if they don't excel the way

you expect them to. 

(we never forget words like lazy, doesn't try, is hopeless, FAIL,

vulgar, sloppy, will eventually find her shining star

Its a bit like judging a fish's ability to cope

while living out of water)

FAMOUS PEOPLE WITH THE GIFT OF DYSLEXIA 

© Teresa / Divinia

4^th September 2012

VISITATION RIGHTS - Senryu

VISITATION RIGHTS

(a senryu)

You willingly gave

up your rights the day that you

walked out of our lives

How lucky were we

to not go through the system

you were judge and jury

(c) Teresa / Divinia 2nd September 2012

SKIN

Skin

I  feel the smoothness 
of your Earth Brown skin

melting under  me  as I  begin to play...

 Fingers running felicitously


We begin flowing synchronously

 

I feel your tautness begin to transpire

into a rhythm of desire

My breathing becomes attuned

 as your pulsations move through 

I  become one with you

Touching


Skin on Skin


I feel the ecstasy rise

hypnotized 

by your vibe

I close my eyes 

kneeling before you 

while  our quiet storm collides

I hear the Ancestors chanting 

from deep inside



as we  watch the yellow moon rise 

Now completely full with your rhythm

I need nothing more...

I am satisfied

(c) Teresa / Divinia 28th August 2012
drum nude by opium fire
song used - Healing Chant by the Neville Brothers
from their 1989 Album Yellow Moon 
clip compiled by me 

MOON BATHING

MOON BATHING

A temptingly luxurious

constellate of soft

milky white skin

merges breezily with

clandestine pink within

Sensuous aromas mingle

under moon light

propelling our senses

to empyrean heights

(c) Teresa / Divinia 23rd August 2012

(c) Picture taken by me

Title of poem belongs to Tom Middleton, 

taken from the song I've used