Om Na Wam Na Wai

 

I remember that time in mid October,

Purple hazed skies and Eyes glazed over.

We had gotten so fucked the f**k up from those shots of Life,

That I never thought we would get sober.

But that didn’t matter;

The words still rolled off of our tongues as clear and passionate as rolling thunder.

 

Om Na Wam Na Wai

We hummed these songs of the Buddhist monks,

Never once thinking what the may truly mean.

I don’t believe I’ve ever seen someone shed so many tears

From laughing in one night as you did.

Your riverbeds of tears made the entire world disappear;

‘Twas just you and I revolutionizing our serenity of atmosphere.

Inner peace and reborn sanity

Pierced my soul like the unknown contents soaking within a heroin needle.

Our lives became so intertwined on this night of drunken lines,

That if God himself got off of his throne,

Walked through those Pearly Gates,

And descended into our hidden world,

Just to tell us we had a seat waiting beside Himself and Jesus,

I would have kicked Him in his scrotum sac,

Told Him to lick my balls,

And f**k the f**k off;

Our time together on that night was just that much more important to me.

Because the diamonds I found hidden behind your eyes,

Lit my entire world on fire,

Feeling me with so much desire.

We were building an empire of love a thousand times larger

Than any pyramid the Ancient Egyptians could ever build.

 

Om Na Wam Na Wai

Yes, that was my favorite line of the entire night

And I will repeat it at least one more time

Before I’m finished talking to you tonight.

 

I still remember the rhythm of your heartbeat as the ecstasy trapped within your blood was dispersed throughout your body with one bold stutter of your hearts aorta valve.

Lub-Dub, Lub-Dub, Lub-Dub

It was two quarter notes,

Four eighth notes,

And then eight sixteenth notes,

All in the time of the mind, heart, and body’s desire

In the moments just before our souls devoutly said they would never retire.

The lust of our love rapidly roamed the unmarked streets

Of our souls newfound Territory.

On this night we struck as much gold as there is hidden wealth in Africa.

So much gold that the famished spirits of our insides

Could be fed and maintained for an eternity.

 

I don’t know who was in the driver’s seat and how fast we were driving,

But we were pushing the limits of Newton’s physics the way our souls were vibing.

 

 

Om Na Wam Na Wai.

 

 

Author's Note

:)

Reviews

[Jato]

This is such a familiar yet alien experience. Familiar in the way that I can relate to doing things that are blatantly random with people, and loving them for it. The way that being able to fart and burp next to your lover makes you feel. Comfortable.

Alien in the way that you're a complete psycho. Freak.

Joking. Well worded. I enjoyed.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Has there ever been a better expression of satisfied perfection than:

"That if God himself got off of his throne,
Walked through those Pearly Gates,
And descended into our hidden world,
Just to tell us we had a seat waiting beside Himself and Jesus,
I would have kicked Him in his scrotum sac,
Told Him to lick my balls,
And f**k the f**k off;
Our time together on that night was just that much more important to me" ? I

I don't f*****g think so.
It's funny and endearing at the same time.

This is personal, but accessible at the same time, because there's a lot going on, and people can relate, either to the experience or to wishing for the experience.
Shared nights that can't be bettered.

"I remember that time in mid October,
Purple hazed skies and Eyes glazed over.
We had gotten so fucked the f**k up from those shots of Life,
That I never thought we would get sober." - appealing from the start - rhythm and content both...then it changes and gets more intense and interesting. Some people will never top these four lines in their lives. You top them in just this one poem and make us love 'em all the more for being topped.

Later on, there's still rhyming but it's less predictable and serving a purpose in the background.

You cover a lot of different stuff within this, the way brains think about crazy arrays of things, whilst at the same time being completely occupied by events and feelings; it gives it a few extra layers, the way thoughts tend to be more complex that what we say aloud:

"On this night we struck as much gold as there is hidden wealth in Africa."

"Om Na Wam Na Wai
Yes, that was my favorite line of the entire night"

"dispersed throughout your body with one bold stutter of your hearts aorta valve"

"In the moments just before our souls devoutly said they would never retire."

- it all seems random but it's not, merely proof that there is a lot more to each of us than what's taking place on our surfaces.
Damn, that's s[l]oppy s**t.

Seriously though, this a lovely tribute to a moment in time.
And a fecking great piece of poetry.

"Never once thinking what the may truly mean" (they?)

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Great imagery, just a darned good poem. It says so very much and speaks !
You can write my friend!


'I still remember the rhythm of your heartbeat as the ecstasy trapped within your blood was dispersed throughout your body with one bold stutter of your hearts aorta valve.
Lub-Dub, Lub-Dub, Lub-Dub
It was two quarter notes,
Four eighth notes,
And then eight sixteenth notes,
All in the time of the mind, heart, and body�s desire '

Love that.

Peace

[lostintheworld]

Damn!
Amazing metaphors and imagery-
I love this:
"Because the diamonds I found hidden behind your eyes,
Lit my entire world on fire,
Feeling me with so much desire.
We were building an empire of love a thousand times larger
Than any pyramid the Ancient Egyptians could ever build."

The rhythm is apparent, and then layered with "Om Na Wam Na Wai" and
"...Lub-Dub
It was two quarter notes,
Four eighth notes,
And then eight sixteenth notes,"
it keeps you on track- slows you down to just the right speed, to really take it all in...

and any poem that carries emotions like these, is beautifully written, and contains "scrotum sac" without sacrificing its literary genius, is... f****n' amazing!

[Indelible Ink : Stepfan..]

I still remember the rhythm of your heartbeat as the ecstasy trapped within your blood was dispersed throughout your body with one bold stutter of your hearts aorta valve.

I really like these lines. They remind me of a poem my ex- once wrote about love where she had all these heart parts and all.

I love that it's like this peaceful practice of meditation and finding something very deep in someone up next to some of your images and language. It's kewl.

[Six Impossible Things]

S**t. There's so much going on here.
Just as I was about to comment on your first stanza and a 1/4 seeming staccato, you switch the rhythm and it was niiiiice.

'I would have kicked Him in his scrotum sac,
Told Him to lick my balls,
And f**k the f**k off'
heh.
heh.
Scrotum sacks and Buddhist meditations. Wonderfully blended.

'It was two quarter notes,
Four eighth notes,
And then eight sixteenth notes,'
ahh! love it! music of the heart! (okay that was lame- but I love those lines)

Good flow. This is fresh to me. I'm tired of reading the same old s**t about love, but you shake things up a bit and, for that, I am appreciative.