How hard it is to be pure of heartThough I pray for its peace at night And wake each day filled with itOnly to feel it quickly drain from meLike that first desperate piss of the day Continue reading Hard-Hearted by Matthew Peluso
Heads on pillows, face to face, a few inches apart Seeing each other with the eyes of our hearts Enlightened. As Paul prayed in one of his famous Letters Post-coital, naked truthfulness in hushed voices Whispered revelations unconditionally accepted Intimacy calmly, quietly shared Time suspended, we become universal Transcendental. Temporarily linked, synched to all those before us Who lay facing each other, similarly On forest … Continue reading Hierophany by Matthew Peluso
I once made the fatal mistake of saying out loud that we were living in Camelot, and immediately wished I could delete my words through some not-yet-developed virtual software that allows a speaker to issue a verbal undo command and erase my dangerous expression of personal contentment and happiness. I knew I had roused the attention of the gods and unwittingly placed us on … Continue reading Holding On To Happiness, Fleeting by Matthew Peluso
