Life On Platforms

You're being watched

Thus you're being judged
I stand on the platform eaten and consumed by either words or music

On that platform I was someone else
You weren't the ordinary kid who plays the guitar
You've become the sound that penetrates their ears and hearts
You've become a poem that permeates the mind and soul

You are not ordinary
It's supposed to be you but not really the you that they know of

A Life on Platforms is a place only you could understand
An existence of a wild dream
A space of an ethereal haze

All eyes on you
All lights on you
You are not alone but you are figuratively alone with yourself

You've become sweaty and excited
Heart pounded like a caged animal ready to burst out
But you will not mind these
Because on that stage you are not a life form
You are one with something unexplainable

You closed your eyes
You will surrender to something divine
You will be controlled by something free

The stage is yours
This was not theirs
This is mine
This is you
This was me
This is us
We are free
I am free

byccigauxadona

note:
all photos are author's
except "empty stage" photo by simon scott from flickr

Fetishes and Poems

Noun: fetish fetish

1. A form of sexual desire in which gratification depends to an abnormal degree on some object or item of clothing or part of the body

"common male fetishes are breasts, legs, hair, shoes and underwear"

2. A charm superstitiously believed to embody magical powers

3. Excessive or irrational devotion to some activity
"made a fetish of cleanliness"

Synonyms: fetich, hoodoo, voodoo, juju

Source: www.wordweb.info

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Oh please I beg you. Don't get me wrong, my dear reader. A lot or some of you might thought that a very erotic blog has been written, and thus you clicked my post. I am deeply sorry that I disappointed you. Read on...

I am not promoting or adhering or attracting any individual who would like to talk dirty on the context of sex with anyone here in my humble abode. I consider these things as private and personal. But I was intrigued, lately, by this word due to a poetry gig I had attended with. Romancing Venus Mag:net, Katipunan will have a theme about FETISHES. And this prompted me to think or imagine the things I will be hearing from the poets of today. I will likely hear poems that would make ears bleed due to a ten dollar word or archaic phrases just to hide their fetishes. Combining expression and sophisticated styles, creating a strong and luscious lines. I am, in a way, excited to hear fetish poems that in through words that rhymes sensually, creating a beautiful core that is so addicting to the mind. Blinded by the fact that these poems are made for appreciation and not for the crude minded and rude.

I mean, that's the power and divinity of poetries; It makes a "dirty" word (moralists says) a blissful surrender in one's heart, mind and soul.