Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5647 Jan 21, 2013
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5648 Jan 21, 2013
With eyes softly closed
I still taste you...
the lingering scent
of lavendar,
the wispy strands
of your hair on my cheek,
the soft and gentle rhythm
of heartbeats -
mere moments before
locked as one
roaring and surging
now nestling gently
inside and out.

With eyes softly closed
I still feel the heat -
sheer animal flame
primal fire
released yet encompassing
quenched yet ever hungry,
the effort of merging
sweat's sweet sting,
the timeless moment,
the 'afters' glow
the infinite softness
of you
and me
and such a fullness
I've come to know.

With eyes softly closed
a single tear flows
the indescribable emotion
released from within
as the eyes silently open
and find yours
looking in.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5649 Jan 21, 2013
Inside my satin sheets
you move like a
finger entwined
in a silky tendril

The way I twist my hair
when I'm sleepy
stroking, rubbing,
feeling every smooth inch

Knotted, tied, restrained
to your strength
I slide across the sleek
machine you have shared with me

And with my sensual touch
my soft mouth, your warm scent
we sway to a song
our bodies have composed.

This is the music of us
the chorus of "sex"
the vibrato of our souls
the rhythm of our senses
the chorus of "sex."
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5650 Jan 21, 2013
Was it you outside my door...
the footsteps soft and swift
fleeting and paused
and swift once more...

I swore the knob turned
but you didn't enter
and I waited and waited

Somewhen my eyes closed
and the feel of you
the presence of you
the TOUCH found me
laying uncovered
and somehow BARE
so far beyond mere naked
and I wasn't afraid
didn't move to hide or cover

and I remembered to breathe
and my chest heaved
rising tight and taut
my heart beat and raced
and FLEW through the night
and I KNEW
the fingertips tracing so softly
up and down my flanks weren't mine
and my very soul GLOWED
can you understand???

Exhales and inhales merged as one
lips - softer than silk - flowed and floated
everywhere...EVERY - WHERE!
and dear GOD... the sheer HEAT
building and growing and flowing within
and I fell and fell and
into your arms
and was somehow
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5651 Jan 21, 2013
We used to pride ourselves
on the words we knew.
The dictionary sat beside us
but was seldom consulted.

I'm amazed when I think now
of how few words we actually used

to talk, that final game
we played over and over.
Our vocabularies froze,
it was as though we were down
to our last rack
of letters, board

space was limited to tight
corners or tricky gaps,
and the time limit, set so
long ago when time seemed endless,
ticked softly to its end.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5652 Jan 21, 2013
The years pass like summer's southern rain,
And time tends to gray the pain,
Bury the senses and blur the consequences?
Of leaving you.

The pictures hold no memories,
No tragedies ensue.
No longer can I taste the pleasure,
The treasure of loving you.

Until I caught you in the air,
A current so pure to assure my love.
Savor my hesitation,
Raze my concentration,
And (for a moment) still my heart.
Long enough to touch, taste, feel you again,
And tear my soul apart.

For I can lose sight of the sound of your pleas,
And escape the ease of your eyes.
But I'll never forget the soft scent of your skin,
And the way it touched mine.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5653 Jan 21, 2013
she's his fantasy girl
and wants to be his star
so she strips down to panties
jumps up on the bed
then turns her head
slips the lollipop
between her lips
and puts on a pouty face...


she seduces the lolly
from her wet mouth
and traces a sticky trail
that trickles down her belly
then she slips it in
between the elastic band
and her smooth white skin
and rubs herself down there...


she pulls them off
and tosses herself across the bed
spreads her legs wide
and shoves the candy inside
twisting and turning
sliding and sighing
moaning and groaning
and then she licks her lips...


finally she turns around
and bending down
she hikes her ass up in the air
she puts the sucker there
and swallows the candy whole
and all that is left
is the little white stick
and a cherry-flavored honey-pot...

Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5654 Jan 21, 2013
Your wonderland felt soft and supple,
jackfruit I shall call it,
juices running down my chin.

Every lash of my soft whip,
I felt you move the world,
if not your hips.
I heard you scream my name,
and make me into a God, oh God.
With every gutteral noise
and every claw diggin into my back,
you made me into a King of sweat,
and moaning,
and f ucking.
I lashed you some more.

Your sweet taste drove me to madness,
a Rolls-Royce ride to complete coming,
and never going.
Your wonderland is overflowing!
I move closer to my jackfruit and bath in its nectar.

You hold my head in your hands,
you smile.
Your wonderland is wet,
soft and supple,
jackfruit I shall call it.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5656 Jan 21, 2013

You may not want to but all will be fine,
Tonight I take you, tonight you're mine.
I'm going to de-flower you, make your cherry pop,
'Cause you're on the bottom, and I'm on the top.
There's no escaping, the hour is late,
It's going to happen, so accept your fate
I'll start off gentle, I'll start off slow,
It's your first time and we've a long way to go.
You love my fingers, you love my tongue,
So, why not my penis? It will be fun!
One finger, two finger, three finger, co ck!
You'll feel my manhood, hard as a rock.
I use plenty of lube, to ease the way,
I could do you rough, but that's not the way
Slippery head pushes in, breaking new ground,
I hear you moan softly, a heavenly sound.
There might some pain, it will be tight,
But just relax baby, it'll be alright.
I push some more, God I'm loving this night,
This is hard for you and you put up a fight.
But the worst is over, and I'm in to the hilt,
I feel your body relax, your resistance wilt.
I hold you tight, I hold you strong,
I'm deep inside you, where I want to belong.
I kiss you tenderly, all your pain is gone.
I feel you moving, I'm turning you on.
I heed your cue and pull slowly back,
Your pus sy clenches for another attack.
You cry out in delight as I push back home,
You writhe like a whore, impaled on my bone.
I increase the tempo, gently at first,
I've waited a long time to quench my thirst.
I build up a rhythm, steady and sure,
You clench and squirm and beg for more.
You squeeze my co ck in your silken trap,
I crank up the pace and my balls start to slap.
I start to grunt and you start to scream,
I'm fuc king you hard, I'm fucking you mean.
I'll fu ck you rough, I'll show you my class,
I'll caress your nipples, spank your sexy ass.
You've crossed the threshold, there's no return,
But plenty of tricks you'll willingly learn.
You push back hard, begging for more,
I go insane, flat to the floor.
I feel it cu ming, from deep in my balls,
We're rockin 'n' rollin, bed hitting the walls.
The neighbours must hear us, but I pay them no heed,
This is my time, I fulfil my need.
An explosion of light, ecstasy and sound,
I swear the whole bed, has moved off the ground.
I feel you cu mming, you shudder and freeze,
I give one final thrust and go weak in the knees.
I cum like a thunderbolt, frantic and wild,
I hear you whimpering like a grateful child.
I'm cum ming in gallons, as I empty my need,
I coat your pink insides with all of my seed.
A lingering buzz, then I make my retreat,
Cum dribbles from your ass and onto the sheet.
I am captivated by the view, a sight most gripping,
Distended and gaping, pink pussy dripping.
Exhausted and broken, but without regret,
Your body lies crumpled, shining with sweat.
Initiation completed, a dignified grace,
Overwhelming emotion, hands covering face.
You doze like a baby, in orgasmic bliss,
I roll over and seal our bond with a kiss.
For now you are mine, of this, be sure,
I have marked your insides, forever more.
Although we had climax, this is far from the end,
You are mine forever, so don't you forget it,
my beautiful friend.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5657 Jan 21, 2013
She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
Shes got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

Shes a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin my world
Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

Its a new age let-down in my face
Shes so spaced out and there aint no space
Shes got marijuana on the bathroom tile
Im caught in a vortex, shes changin my style

Shes a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin my world
Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

... oh, oh, oh ...

Shes a magical, sparklin tease
Shes a rainbow chokin the breeze
Yo, shes bustin out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
Shes a melted avocado on the shelf
Shes the science of herself
Shes spazzing out on a cosmic level
And shes meditating with the devil
Shes cooking salad for breakfast
Shes got tofu the size of texas
Shes a witness to her own glory
Shes a never-ending story
Shes a frolicking depression
Shes a self-inflicted obsession
Shes got a thousand lonely husbands
Shes playin footsie in another dimension
Shes a goddess milking her time for all that its worth
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5658 Jan 21, 2013
Small squares of gold shimmer,
like heat haze on the crazy paving;

Glass shards of sunshine cutting warm lines
into the earth, waking, strangely, life in spring green pale buds struggling upwards...

Push away the soil, reach out, stretch, feel, touch, unfurl leaves,

Sigh up on high in swaying bowers as warmed winds flutter through blossomed cherry flowers, and ozone lifts drowsied bees from slumbering deep in winters sleep...

Dancing daffodils bob playful frilled saffron petals casting marionette shadows whilst flitting sparrows dip and weave against blackbirds spring eversong.

Even as we long for summer days pleasant memories shimmer like those sunshine rays and warm the lines to our heart, waking strange sensation elation...hope rises green and bright...

Like morning larks in hazy silver light.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5659 Jan 21, 2013
I'm gathering all my thoughts of you
and decorating my heart
These thoughts they make me happy
even though we're far apart
I'll spread them all throughout my soul
and place each one with care
These memories of times gone by
that you and I have shared
I laugh out loud at some of these thoughts
you crack me up sometimes
And other thoughts leave me deep within
there are many that prevoke my mind
Some thoughts are sad, I won't deny
and they have their place, too
They'll sit within the montage of
all of my thoughts of you
My decoration is not complete
as my heart sings a happy song
I'll keep gathering up my thoughts of you
as each day goes along
I'll find a place for each new thought
I won't throw any away
They'll stay with me within my heart
to remain on love's display

Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5660 Jan 21, 2013
I'm addicted to adrenaline,
thriving on anxiety,
no way to tell about,
the things inside of me.

Walking through the sand,
blinded by the heat,
dying from my thirst,
until again we meet.

Restlessly sleeping briefly,
wake up in a sweat.

Where am I, where am I,
seems that I forget.

Wild staring eyes,
staring into nothing.

Never you mind,
I'm just listening,
to the siren sing.

Amazing, amusing stress,
mind a pinball machine,
lightning, spinning, flashing,
don't know what it all means...

Dancing on the thin air of life
running circles around myself.

Losing track of space and time,
because of sights, sounds and smells.

Laughing in the face of fear.

Smiling in spite of it all.

Knowing that you're always here,
to catch me if I fall.

Enveloping myself in evening,
drinking the cool of night.

Living in a world of freedom,
so that I can sleep alright.

Getting by on the skin of my teeth,
but getting by all the same.

Life goes on until you die,
no matter how things change.

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void

Grey shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
My Princess has thrown in the towel today

Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray.

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child were hollows have bred

A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains

Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.....

I sit here reading the angst of others

But what for I do not know

I can not feel your pain

It is not for me to behold

I have problems of my own

So read the poetry that I post

If you like....

And if you don't it matters

To me, not even so

For I read and write for myself

And only myself

For mine own feelings alone can I behold.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5661 Jan 21, 2013
"A night of cold and darkness drear precedes the dismal dawn and morning light, is of the night and like a curtain drawn.
Sometimes life is of the night...of strangled grief..." (You wrote..)

Sometimes life so like the night, seems dark with fear and cruel,
Yet hope, like stars that glitter bright, does pierce its veil through.

My beloved resides within my heart, shining through all the fears,
Brightens the night like diamond stars, and with tenderness endears.

Be still dear heart, be bathed in light!..Though here on earth, so far apart,
Our souls are eternally entwined, brilliant spirals of pulsing stars.

May welling tears be turned to joy to mingle with those of mine...
One day together for all the rest, no longer a distant dream.

No night passed when we did not need to bind our hearts on tender dreams,
Of meetings on another plane...Love is written upon the soul..

No day gone spent when inner fire burned no lesser than lust's desire,
Written in letters of purest flame...the body is the soul's own tome.

A caress, a touch though feather light, burns my skin with ardent fire,
Traces there such passionate needs...expresses their souls whispered words.

Our love is written upon our souls, our bodies are the private tomes,
There it expresses its whispered words, and binds our two hearts on loving dreams...

The cold unfeeling wind caresses my skin
as hundreds of synaptically linked teeth chatter simultaneously,
I sit shivering numbed by the cold..
the whispering tap, tap, tapping fills my senses..

Messages sweep from terminal to terminal
the users absorb unintelligible commands
and carry out rigid unequivocal tasks..

Whispering shorthand words with one narrow meaning
....and no beauty,
grow inorginacally strung together,
but not linked..

These icy fragile chains form giant wholes
they cannot be bent, reformed, misconstrued, shaped less they snap.

I sit awkwardly thumping this keyboard..
I catch snatches of an alien language
in a cold sea of whispering keys
a confusing necessary desert...

Messages stretching across continents
lost in one big .com
an endless reservoir of ice cold infomation
the more you drink, the more there is, the more you want!
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5662 Jan 21, 2013
The world is not wanton...only wild and wavering

I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by....

Take the word of my pulse, loving and ordinary..

Send out your signals, hoist yout dark scribbled flags,... but, take my hand.

All wars are useless to the dead..

My hands are knotted in the rope and I cannot sound the bell,

My hands are frozen to the switch and I cannot throw it.

The foot is in the wheel..

When it is finished and we're lying in a stubble of blistered flowers...

Eyes gaping, mouths staring...dusted with crushed arterial blues,

I'll have done nothing....even for you?
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5663 Jan 21, 2013
It isnít possible to tell the entire story here.

It must be picked apart carefully ó offered as pieces of plot and character and meaning.

There are layers.

Of history. Of self-delusion. Of love. Of knowledge.

There are the foundations laid down by someone else, that enter our talk and the way we love and hate and speak.

The poison that seeps into us, without our knowledge or consent ó that we must either accept, or fight against every day.

Most days we choose to be poisoned.

Brush aside the doubts, soak up the fear that has seeped into our telling ó undo timeís certain, yet careless healing.

The trees seem to be watching me.

I am remembering your face.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5664 Jan 21, 2013
I have refused
to add layers upon this sketch,
I wanted her to be bare
in my naked eye the way
Adam and Eve were supposed to be
in front of their Creator.

Yes, I have refused
to paint colors on this portrait,
I wanted her to wear
nothing but cold charcoal
because that's what
she's artlessly made of.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5665 Jan 21, 2013
Let me sit amongst the books,
and rest within their pages.

Let me stay where it is safe,
and where I can be free.

Free from the vicious stares,
and the painted faces.

Free from the deceiving words,
and the condescending tones.

I can breathe openly,
and I can think freely.

I can play without concern
and I can hope without fear.

Only the characters to talk to,
to understand and to trust.

Only the snow-covered mountains,
to climb and to see.

Only the shimmering seas,
to swim in and sail on.

No one to stop me,
to keep me from joy.

No one to hurt me,
to deceive me.

Where the monsters are only monsters,
and the hero always wins.

Where the sun shines over the hills,
and the moon over the water.

Where the sky isnít the limit,
and I can touch the stars.

Where my haven is a castle,
and I am always home.

Let me stay where it is beautiful,
and everything is bright.

Let me stay amongst my books
and find solace in their pages.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5666 Jan 21, 2013
I know this moment.

Whether or not Iíve had years

to accustom myself to itÖ my mind

doesnít know the difference.

Whether or not

there is some deityÖ over-sea

my mind doesnít know the difference

but it knows comfort, and ease

or at least pretends to

as I note the calm in my belly

that memory reminds me

comes and goes

Damn-if-I-care whether itís true or not,

whether philosophers have reached an agreement

concerning the nature of truth

and memoriesÖ and utopian isles

that pass judgment on good and evil

as if the concept is simple,

morality as palatable

as a good breakfast

to get the brain movingÖ Iím in favor of it

as I am of candy-land forests

and tree nymphs

that chase the spirits back into my toes


momentary vignettes

and each shall have some remnants of faith,

of magic trickled from fingertips,

of love, and opposition,

and things that cause-me-wide-eyed

because I need to be right, or loved, or seen

... and a change of direction is good

when I can no longer make sense of the path Iím on

or when I decide I prefer marshmallows over gum drops

or my belly just craves something from the earth

And I read of how

he calls that

such pain, silly that he doesnít see

the forest for the trees

(and all the Atheists cry donít group them together

or attempt to make the herd make sense, the

Anglicans will run away with it)

But they donít,

no more than I run away with rainbows

... see life for itís moments

of all things, I know my moments.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5667 Jan 21, 2013
Remember when we were overcome by silence

and do you remember what it felt like

Hell was a place found amidst four walls

that held hearts captively separated

It was a place of self creation

but steeped in necessity

now that I have known true cold

blankets can remind me of you

fibers caress me in delicate warmth

the way your words have always poured

like tea refreshing strength of bone

and nurturing growth.

Today we count sleeps and seconds

there was a time we counted years

actually that's not so

time was something I avoided

which strikes me strange

for time does not exist at all

it's merely our perception

perhaps it was another hand tallying the hours

In a larger life ten years could be a day

if that's the case we're only just beginning to understand

what it means to love

Is everything in life just happenstance

had I employed a different page

to house my words in humble beginnings of a home

would the threshold still have held your step

and would that knock be heard

Could a whisper hold such truth

when slipped from lips of another's dream

and if they could would I have taken notice

or still been waiting for your hand to pluck a string

I dare think our bodies molded

from the same wheel turned to intertwine

we rose as one when two hands were placed

to shape our destiny

that clay has never wavered

only strengthened with heat applied and settling intent

Honesty has a way of birthing beauty

and we will remain purely reflective puddles

of silent nights when ripples were finally answered

within footsteps of the pond

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