Cloister dream

Art by Clovis Trouille ~ Reve claustral 1952

Faith by Master Touch

And oh my, how dó i crave the cane after talking on messenger with my Master yesterday evening........

Heavenly surrender

Photograph by Stuart

i'll make you a prayer,
a heavenly surrender.
To the one somewhere out there.
The one who can mend her.
i pray for the one,
Who can open my door.
Let me go through,
oh yes, give me more.

i pray for the lover,
the willing intender.
To break down the door
of heavenly surrender.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.

i crave your violent,
Acted upon me.
Set me free by your
weighted autonomy.
i am so human,
so small, so debased.
Jealousy and darkness roll over this place.

i pray for the lover,
a willing intender.
To break down the girl,
a heavenly surrender.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.

i'm a lover of freedom,
But i cling to the dusk.
i'm blown by the wind,
i'm a slave;
i am lust.
Roll my face in
the shit that i sleep in.
Tie me and bind me
up for your keeping.

i'll make you a prayer,
a heavenly surrender.
To the one somewhere out there.
The one who can mend her.

i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only make love to Jesus,
i only f**k God.
i only f**k God.
i only f**k...

Lyrics by Queen Adreena

P_E_A_C_E

Photography: Herr Buchta

Prayer

Art by Heavenly Hussys

Lusty letters

While the heart beats passion

Photograph; God said no by Suzi9mm

Her hands
decently folded
above the blankets

while the heart beats passion.

Veiled secrets

upon her devoted face.

The slow and lonely blazing

from a humble fire.
The cell where she sleeps is dark.
Silent yearnings.

Raw dreams that hurt.
In a frenzied heat
between tribulation

and tranquillity

she touches the belly
of her heaven.

Her nails tormenting

the sinful flesh

until she bleeds.

She seems untouched by this fire.
Unaffected tears

clearing her dark heart.

© Moonheart april 2008

Burning desires

Forgive me for the indecent thoughts when thinking of Him. This has to do with the mail He's sending me. Especially these nice photographs whereupon the Tools for Good Friday He'll take along ànd will use on me. This tool for cutting tomatoes is giving me shivers. Will He use that one on me? It's making my hands wandering. Down... further down. Touching myself. Even the Holy Mary cannot prevent that i. Forgive me my indecent thoughts. My burning desires. He's in my head and in my heart. Please, give me patience. On Good Friday i belong to Him. Body and soul. Amen.

Bad girl

Everything's alright with me, only a little bit busy though. For now a picture that suits the sunday. A new blog is coming soon, please have some patience. ;-)

Talking about Cathedrals......