Category: Biography

Original and authentic biographical writing by Ajanta as personally observed & experienced (c) Ajanta Judd

This Queen

I am of the poetic heart and tender inclinations
Unlike the Queen bee who will accept any old drone
due to the biological and reproductive imperative
(that evil, evil, little fucking blonde tart;
this little Queen is extremely discerning and only has
a place in her heart for that one and only special bee.
The nectar of love and life is for him and him alone.
The fundamental motivation of this Queen is not
pleasures of the flesh ~ they are only a bonus to her
true nature, which is to be with her soul’s desire, her
eternal mate, her confidante; the drone who compliments
her being and enriches her existence.
He might think that he has to perform to a standard,
but he assumes wrong!
This Queen values soul and spirit over sexual prowess.
SO, BEWARE DRONE!
You may have to re assess your way of thinking.
Your value lies not so much in what you do,
but in who you intrinsically are!
This Queen knows your value.

DO YOU???

(c) 2005

Infinite Universe

infinite_universe

I was born searching for my star and was offered this galaxy
It was almost too much to cope with at times
And me, just the tiniest speck amid this vast gathering
Way too minute to register on the universal radar
Insignificant but, breathing all the same
My steady lup dup heart mimicking the pulsing of distant unknown stars
Protons, electrons and neutrons circling each other
Repelling, attracting, pinging
All vying in a game of one-upmanship
Different formula, same dance moves
conjuring up the next spontaneous combustion
A big bang
A tiny pop
An apocalypse perhaps
Every now and then an unexpected turbulence or, a devastation
Perhaps a sixth dimension intervention
Exquisite, ephemeral, eternal, ineffable
I was born searching for my star
Was offered this galaxy
And ended up with an infinite universe

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

Aphrodite

If, in love’s bitter afterglow you were to spread a sea of jewels at my
feet and once more spray me with emphatic words of love and devotion

Would I succumb to your wanton ways?

Those doe innocent eyes appealing, that elusive chameleon sweetness
softly beckoning me to rise like Venus from the receding waves of torment

No hint of remorse to quell my pain

On your capricious ocean, my brittle shell boat rides the peak of
foam without substance, reeling from the maelstrom of your dark
peaks and troughs

That transparent mask you wear

Hurt sluicing through tender veins, battle weary and bruised
to the soul, I long for respite in that shared buoyant womb,
momentarily nurtured in a deceptive safe haven

   The cruel temptress of my fate

I am flotsam on the ebbing tide swirling back toward the deep swell
of your oceanlured by the charm of glistening moist pools and the
promise of fine weather

Duping sensibility, you seduce

Toward the allure of bliss I swim, where once again I will float in the
serenity of your harbour, gullible and self satisfying I foolishly trust
the transient calm of your seas

Ensnaring me in treachery

Tranquillity masks the rumble of distant thunder where storm clouds
frequent the horizon and waves gather ready to wreak havoc at a
moments notice dumping me in their wake

Destabilising my existence

Rising to meet the challenge of your dilettante guises, I have been
at my peril, unanchored and adrift in a vast unconscious ocean
– deep and unplundered

You will no longer tempt me

Adversity implores the netting of wisdom, the high seas challenge
an intrepid explorer where once drowning, now embracing the
mainstay and sailing for the solitary horizon

I am Aphrodite, I have risen to myself

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

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Ajanta, Coolangatta, 2007