Category Archives: love poetry

Musical Inspiration and the Sweet Soul Lovers Groove Collective

ImageMusic  is taking over my head these days . I am working on the last edit and refining the music for my soon to be released CD , ” Tantric Lover . ” It is a collaboration with some fine musical talents , in Groovemaster L. otherwise known as DJ. B******. and Steve Hall , saxophonist extraordinaire , and of course , Antonio .

We have been creating this for a long time , and it is finally ready for the last  studio session  .The Cd will be released in a few short weeks  .  The sounds are chill ,  sweet enough to please … mixing  my own brand of poetry and sensual rap with jazz style , a voice like gritty honey ,  and a  killer groove , thanks to my main man D.J.B,  , my musical brothers  and collaborators … the Sweet Soul Lovers Groove Collective …


Travel … nomads and dreams of far away places

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ImageI could not stop dreaming of him , Night and day . His image would not leave me .  He spoke to me through dreams . I could feel him around me , in my thoughts , my waking dreams , he filled me with his presence from far away .  A nomad in my mind , I was restless in my heart . I could feel his thoughts at a distance , at all hours . and would sit dreaming of him , hoping to conjure up his image  . And he would appear before my eyes , walking with me , taking my hand as if he had always been there . As if we had never parted . He  surrounded me with his thoughts , like a master mermaid catcher … I could feel his sparkling net  being cast … and the tall ship would  pass by on the water , sails unfurled , as if writing his name in clouds , a nomad  in an ever changing sky .


Nostalgia … a photograph , a scent …

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The scent of a rose sweeps me into another world . A world where only lovers can enter ,  leaving their sanity behind  ; abandoned and forgotten in the world that lives outside the boundaries  of the heart . The scent of a rose can send me spinning backwards , tumbling free fall into a  timeless world where once my heart filled the space of Angels . And where rainbows shimmered with every breath , alive with the light of  love .

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Mirrors of the heart

ImageYour touch lights me electric .

ImageEvery cell of my body mirroring the light of your love  ,  your touch lights me electric …. mirroring the light of your love …. my  love , my lover  , my Beloved …Image8

Lyrics from my upcoming musical  CD  , ”  My Tantric Lover , ”  and the Sweet Soul Lovers Groove Collective created with DJ. L. at  Red Light Studios .

We are in the final stages of mixing , and album design is evolving with this beautiful planetary trine in Water signs .

Namaste .


Journey… Spirit Dance

ImageWe enter the City of Love,

You  touch me , electric ,

The heavens open ,

and we dance ,

The gates of Paradise  fling  wide  ,

the Sun and Moon sing in unison with the stars .

I moan , and see the sea swirl beneath us , as your wings unfold

And dance me higher ,

holding me up ,

high in your arms

until my heart and mind explode ,

blasting the barriers of flesh and skin ,

until flying ,

we enter the City.

Shining golden ,

The City of Love ..

Time stops ,

our wings grow ,

yours  large , and strong ,

grey streaked silver ,

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The  rays of  your heart , and mine unchained  , are golden ,

like the Dawn ,

They take us upwards ,

flying ever higher , until the Heavens open , and revolve around us .

Majesty  unfolds ,

we cross the borders of the worlds ,

one by one ,

until ,

I fly ,

shaking ,

seared through and through with starlight .

You pierce  me with your Angel Fire ,.

I moan again , in ecstasy

I speak in tongues  of light, ,

gold and silver ,

celestial harmonies embrace us ,

for we are dancing ,

our souls  emblazoned ,

with the mark o f Angels ,

and we are dancing ,

seared through and through with starlight ,

dancing

in the City of Love .

Natasha Von Rosenschilde  copyright , City of Love 2013 , art and writing , all rights reserved .


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Helping hands given , and received  open us to the wonders of  the heart  that lives in love

“” My Name is Love , “”  done last year at anarts residency at the Art Students League  country retreat  is a digitally altered image ,combining painting and photography . I often use the body as a canvas in my work , and I used natural  elements for paints in doing this portrait of Tendai . She is painted with various clays , and spices of varied colors . We dressed her hair in roses , sculpting it upwards  , combining clays to create color , and piling the braids high like a crown , we filled them with the fragrant blooms . Her hand is open , like her heart , and an open heart needs no words .

Artwork copyright 20012 , Natasha von Rosenschilde . Available  as a giclee print on canvas .

May not be reproduced without consent of the artist .
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The Alchemist’s Gift

Mt Heart Took Wing ... Natasha Von Rosenschilde  Copyright 2012 . all rights reserved .

Mt Heart Took Wing … Natasha Von Rosenschilde Copyright 2012 . all rights reserved .

You fed me the Elixir . You brought it to me .  on a silver tray , and took it from mt silver box emblazoned with Dragons . The Nectar – I taste it .

A silver spoon , in the shape of a rose brought the precious powder  to my lips .

It was the last of the Alchemist’s gift .

I found it by surprise . What a treasure .

Tasting it with my tongue , I savoured it , letting the precious white gold bring me its’ magic and its’ blessing .  kept it in my mouth , its’ strange flavour settling into my tissues ,  absorbing instantly .

You had never tasted it before .  So arrogant , smiling ,  claiming you were perfect , in your prime , and prided yourself on your superhuman strength , saying you needed nothing to enhance you . .That you were strong without the horns of Unicorns and musk , laughing .

But you did not understand . This was not a created chemical evil .

This was magic . I put it on my tongue , tenderly , with the prayer , like he had taught me . The taste was  like bland whiteness , my saliva received it , and as they touched became sweet like nectar and a mountain source . It turned into rainbows in my mouth .

I could feel it going through me like electric fire . I wanted you to have some , so pulled your head to mine, looked deeply into your eyes , and kissed you fully on the lips, opening yours , and  sharing the sacramental kiss of  Ambrosia , food of the Gods . The prayer was said . Our eyes locked , and lips and tongues joined . Our juices intermingled with the Host , our tongues , our spirits joined .  I felt it when you received it . Your eyes flashed wide open , and your body jolted in a huge electric jolt . The inner spark . It flooded through you . I gasped at the experience ; it doubled my own . The kiss did not stop . It expanded . Rainbow fire and light were going through our body ; joined as one . We sailed into our inner universe with that kiss , feasting with the Gods .

Time stopped , and we sailed into our own Infinity , the Kiss expanding in concentric circles of Heaven . We were feasting on Manna , and drinking from the Fountain of Love . we could see all and every thing reflected in each other’s eyes . The kiss was sweeter and sweeter , as if the Elixir drew flavour from our love , and fed us the sweetness combined with its’ own . Our kiss was wine , yet clear as a mountain brook in flavour , and the juices in our mouth were liquid light . We intermingled , our souls  singing as the power of the kiss rang like the clearest bell tone through our hearts , and opened all the windows to our souls .

Our eyes open , we entered and feasted  on love  .

Oh , those kisses . Wanting more we could not stop . where would more take us ?

We both craved more .

The magical Elixir , nectar of the Gods . Once tasted , never forgotten …

It brings your heart’s desire . Its’ taste opens up new prisms of light . Colours  and worlds you never knew existed .The manna , the food of the Gods …

We had to have seconds .

Feasting on breath  now , we could not stop . every look , every taste , every touch had colour . Our eyes feasted on each other’s . we could not pull them away , any more than we could stop holding and loving each other .

We were feasting on our love .

Every touch was electric , and the mingling tastes of our kisses and the Elixir had taken us beyond  our bodies .

Had we tempted Fate in taking a second taste ?


Cupid’s Arrow … A Gypsiy’s Love Song

ImageAngels dance , slowly lifting and dipping their wings .They are joined by their  cosmic reflections , mirrored as if in a celestial  kaleidoscope , and swirl in huge circles , casting rainbows of many colored lights  all around them when they smile  .  I feel their undulations inside my body  ,  and shudder with delight .My hips join them as I sway to the sound of a thousand imagined guitars . I undulate with the music  , feeling its’ sound like a ancient call. It is making my body want to move in big full circular curves . Big , rolling loops .

 

I want to write your  name in blazing arabesques  upon the sky . I see it now , before my eyes ; the  letters of your name  –  huge curling  tendrils ; silver and black on sky blue pink ,  painted with infinity . The letters  become Arabic calligraphy ‘ alive and moving , writing the names of all the lovers we have had since forever started , all the lovers who have lived , all the lovers who have died for love . And each name turns into a paisley from a cosmic  egg ;

  a psychedelic  Shamballa  all written on that sky .

 

 One paisley swirls , changing colors , and  becoming  another ; merging  with another name, and they all keep on swirling  into each other ; creating new universes as they meet , dance , and multiply .

 

I close my eyes ,

 

In the end ,

 they all become your name .

in praise of your beauty .

Forever emblazoned on the sky .

Your name is love .

And all sounds become one .

The song of the stars ,

hums

 your name .

And I can hear it

Throughout the heavens ,

As it resounds

Through my heart ,

And the angels all sing it ,;

Your name is love ,

And you are my lover ,

Our dance makes the Earth smile ,

And the heavens

As they

dance ,

and the guitar sings .

Our name

 is

love .

 

 

 

 

Fractals , I believe ….

My body reflects them ;

 I am all made up of fractals .

 The paisleys now swirl inside of me as well , and I continue to dance for you .

Swirling , the movement is a genie  and takes over my body .

 

I must remember to light candles

 for the souls

of the dancers

 and all the lovers

who have danced,

and who have died

 in the name

 of

love .

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