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By mantra lotus, published on Jan 3, 2012

Lightening stretched across the sky and beamed through the curtains..

Twilight slept upon my dreary face..

fallen shoulders lie on purple sheets.

A breath... a blow. To sleep but never to dream.

Uneasy and restless.

Rocky mind.

Beautiful yet untouched.

Fruitful curls perfectly kept. Peach smooth lips. Satin belly with rose tucked navel.

Rested thigh and dangled foot.

Unmoved and still. Lush and Lively, yet unreachable.

Unattainable and Undisturbed.

Internally suspended within realms of impossibility.

Wishful... (more)

Tags: poetry, mantra lotus, kali ma art, photo, giovanni's room

Beast of Belly (Introduction of the Jackal)

By mantra lotus, published on Jan 3, 2012

Beast of Belly..a Burden

He howls loud, especially at night..shouting for release. Yelling to be free.

Pangs and miserable be heard.

Be still Jackal. I have nothing for you today.

Kicking me with his bent over slate toes..his withering varicose legs; distorted and cadaverous.

With long curled silver nails, he slashes stripes out of my intestines.

Grown accustomed to his pain..I ignore him.

Distressed he pleads.."I wanna get out..Please."

With a spoonful of sugar and the darkest rum, I try to soothe him. But, he... (more)

Tags:, bipolar skits, mahmudiyah, abeer qassim hamza, u.s. war crimes, redemption, the jackal

The Call

By mantra lotus, published on Jul 28, 2011

My past has always been my Past and Present (combined). I've never been released from it. I always thought that I dealt with my pain and abuse in a way that kept me comfortable and sane. I wrote about it. To me, it was my way of remembering, confronting, and fighting. With disgust and angst I bashed and battered all the wrong doing to a pulp. Apparently, I thought that I could beat the trauma away, even though it never occurred to me that (IT) kept coming back. My writing seemed to get more and more distressed. So much so, that I recently was forced to stop. First, I thought it... (more)

Tags: love, healing,, writers block, the call, ascension

Porch Lady Talk and a Revolver

By mantra lotus, published on Jul 14, 2011

Let it go. Let it go..Let me go. Something got a hold. Gripped tight. Tethered. Tied and wrapped. Wound and bound.Thick wire looped around a large spindle. Spun and Spiraled... Got me Circled Mashed and grounded into powder and sprinkled on others chosen paths..rubbed out fresh and flat. Then blown apart. Dazed and dizzy..LOST. Fragmented and disconnected. Jumbled Heavy Headed. Spent and bought. Sold and Resold to the cheapest bidder. Shiny hat and shiny shoes. Cheap metal and faded gold. Exchanged and bartered. A bargain. Hustled OUT MY MIND..

(Pointing in their direction)..Dem... (more)

Tags: mantra,, porch lady talk, out my mind, erykah badu

The Quilt

By mantra lotus, published on Jul 12, 2011

Last Night, I sewed a Quilt for you

Last Night, I stitched over 360 patterns for you

Last Night, I needled in and out for you, out and in for you

Last night I sewed a quilt for you

I mixed Yellow in with White, Green with Blue, I added

Purple to Orange, Brown to Beige and Gold to Silver too.

Last Night I weaved Love into Pain

I threaded Tomorrow into Today and Truth into Justice

I put the Bees in with the Birds, the Trees with the Clouds

I combined Elephants with Crocodiles, Lions with Rabbits

I put Roses with Lilac, Hyssop... (more)

Tags: love poem,, the quilt, kristin miller

Bitter Fruit

By mantra lotus, published on Jul 11, 2011

I'm tired..but can't stop. Intrigued by the adventure. Obligated by the disgust.

The lies within seduction... The tales and trails of broken hearts.. America's lost. Drunkards, whores, beggars, poor, the sick and the sinners. The neglected and the left behind.

Bounded and bonded like lepers. They huddle. Protecting each other, because no one protected them.

Admitted lost causes. Coasting along empty allies.

Following the drift of dampened paper.

Soiled and Smelly

Sour and Turned

Curious Apples..Bitter fruit.

The core of the Earth.... (more)

Tags: death, life, homelessness,, bitter fruit


By mantra lotus, published on Jul 11, 2011

I strutted, fine, bold and mighty with my jet-black hair tasseling down my back. Tight black latex pants and tall charcoal boots. My favorite leather and lace corset lifted my breast, way too high...

In my best "Big Girl" pose...I ordered.."COME HERE!" I fluttered my lashes, perched my lips, and eased a crooked a smile. Quickly, he came...I gave my hand to him..adding.."My fingers hurt." Taking them in between both of his hands.. he massaged them.. firm and deep.

"Ow" I moaned.."My thighs hurt', he fell down to his knees and rubbed them.

I took the heel of my... (more)

Tags: slave,, bi-polar mirror, femdom

Sweet Talker

By mantra lotus, published on Jun 23, 2011

Peppermint tongue with a Red Hot tip

Wet Liquorice lips

Cotton Candy breath and Sugar Daddy words

He's a Sweet Talker

Strutting his Fifth Avenue walk

Spitting his Juicy Fruit talk

Flashing Charms on his Hershey wrists and golden Ring Pops on his Hot Tamale fingers

Pixie Stix, Jolly Ranchers and Life Savers bustle in his trousers

He's a Sweet Talker

He said his name was Carmello and flexed his Hundred Grand chest

Twinkling his Laffy Taffy smile

Winking , with his Cookies n' Cream eye

Offering me a line of Jaw... (more)



By mantra lotus, published on Jun 23, 2011

This may be a bit personal..but considering everything else that I have written on my blog..(if you read It doesn't compare.

I woke this morning to something quite remarkable. Something I hadn't seen in a while (I guess almost a year.)

I woke up to BREAST. Plump, round, full breast! Amazing to me. Brown, Lush, Round, Plum Areola's Ripe and Heavy. Thick Nipples..High and Awake.

The smile on my face..Priceless.

I don't know if it's because I'm ovulating.. I'd like to think it's more than that. Besides, I've ovulated in past months, well, years. Over... (more)

Tags: mantra lotus, mantra, the keep a breast foundation, boobies, breast

Pretty Red Stockings

By mantra lotus, published on Jun 18, 2011

“Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..”

I whimsically sing..placing pointed toes, followed by left leg; into the stocking

(Humming)…”hum.hum…hum…hum.hum” settling my right foot into the stocking….

around my heel, up my ankle, past my knee, now, stuck at my thigh…

“Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..” I gleefully, sing.

Spreading my fingers wide apart, while showcasing and idolizing my stockings, I rub out the kinks, and stretch them high.

I leaped onto the kitchen table; with fingers gripping... (more)

Tags:, pretty red stockings, adult short, playful humor

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