Hyacinth Synthesizers Galore

:) I just thought I'd update y'all on my poetry by sharing several new poems I just wrote earlier today and yesterday! :) Maybe I should get around to installing emergency cold shower jets here! (giggles)

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Come Hither, Doe Eyes
By: Noah Eaton
11/2/05

Stiletto refrains reverberate,
in-between each carefree heartbeat,
you follow through my youth,
I can taste your stride from down the street,
the neon of your restless wink,
transcends Maslow’s hierarchy,
physiology can’t justify our needs,
when our bloodstreams are boiling with dahlia leaves,
ooh ooh.

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever…

Just for you, I throw,
all my ulterior motives on the pyre,
you teach me to exercise my karma,
and I practice it in your red-hot fire.
You’re at your most beautiful,
when you cross your heart less than three feet from me,
we bend and sway like palm trees in a hurricane,
I love how it feels feeling you inside of me.

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever…

(You are the leafblower,
which scatters my remnants of insecurity,
you stand naked before me symbolizing,
life, death and white-hot surrender,
for you I'll die a hundred thousand deaths,
surrendering every other piece of me,
living in the body of your goddess,
together we become renewal,
together we become renewal...)

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever...

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever...
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Come hither, doe eyes,
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come hither, doe eyes...

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Avowal
By: Noah Eaton
11/2/05

Avowal,
incubates the cocoon we hold,
home to a thousand creations,
each one possessing a life of its own.
Avowal,
a flaming desire enigma,
its acknowledge is answered,
in ambrosiac stamina…

How it struck me like a scalpel,
in the shape of your body...

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

Avowal,
glamorizes the truth,
burns like bergamot on my cheeks,
every time I think of you.
Avowal,
it swallowed me whole,
reason and gravity stand still,
as my intrinsic motivation explodes.

How it struck me like a scalpel,
in the shape of your body...

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

I’m going to let my gratitude ring,
from the highest bell tower in the world,
so you can feel the conferral,
beyond my lungs alone.
Golden waves of static from your fingertips,
coruscate across my veins,
you share your viridity as nectarine,
it keeps me whole, it satiates.

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.
You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

Avowal,
glamorizes the essence of two,
all that you believe in me,
all that I believe in you...

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Illusion Of Control
By: Noah Eaton
11/3/05

Why am I so little yet I feel so boundless,
why I feel so light yet kept steady with ballast,
my tongue hanging out like an apron in a picture palace,
peppery eyes sideswipe like a satyr in migration,
the third law of motion seems to feel like an aberration,
sensationalizing sublime cider and tulip exacerbation.

Hey, baby, why do I feel so high today,
when I've lost breath in this primitive state,
and your whisper can feel so penetrating,
I have trouble standing straight in one place,
and when I do I can't keep a poker face,
when your lips are an inch from mine annotating...

You're having flag day in the playground of my heart chakra,
some of my spokes are loose and I've forgotten my mantra,
I see you soused in ecstasy and Mahakaruna,
I'm madly in love with everything about you,
all I can really feel and see is your flesh, blood and youth,
blanketed by your hot springlike incentives and God's truth.

Hey, baby, why do I feel so high today,
when I've lost breath in this primitive state,
and your whisper can feel so penetrating,
I have trouble standing straight in one place,
and when I do I can't keep a poker face,
when your lips are an inch from mine annotating...

Baby, sometimes I swear I feel in control,
so why can't I ever keep my eyes off of you?
Baby, sometimes I swear I feel in control,
but we both know that's a lie,
when I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...we're young, bustling lovers,
tangled,
in an illusion of control...

...we're young, bustling lovers
tangled,
in an illusion of control...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

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Slaves Of The Stars (Delicate Static)
By: Noah Eaton
11/5/05

Ironing gossamer,
solving satin,
girdle of the year,
clothed in a white-gold chemise,
feeling your body rise,
in morning star course,
you keep sharing what is mine,
I keep sharing what is yours...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Verdant, untamed bodies,
soaked in dalliance,
blooming with hot whispers unheard,
myriads of velvet silhouettes,
speaking in your tongue,
mmm, your aura is my bedsheet,
we can’t tell stars from fireflies,
we can’t tell stars from fireflies...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Chariots of moisture,
sweep across your lively shoulders,
orphaned in our chimera,
orphaned in our chimera...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Ironing gossamer,
solving satin,
your hair falls me in my face,
tasting,
delicate static...

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Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)