~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~
Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate
At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~
When love comes calling nothing will stop it..
Mathias (meaning gift of God) had just completed his doctorate degree and life of great opportunity waited ahead of him. Tall, strong and very intelligent he was a very popular individual, but lacked something in his life. A life of study and aiming to be at the top of his field had left him lonely at times craving for a beloved to understand his heart. A talented public speaker and musician, he sang and spoke about injustices all over the world.
Imaani (meaning faith) was a strong minded woman living in a world of cultural backlash. A very intelligent poet, writer and blogger, her life was very unstable due to the political environment she lived in. Imaani never really fitted in, petite with olive black hair and deep hazel brown eyes made her a popular woman in her village. Many offers of marriage had come her way, yet she stood firm as she wanted someone to connect with her poetic heart.
Part one: A connection of two souls.
Mathias had befriended Imaani via a social network site and as they got to know each other slowly, they started to become closer and closer.
In a world where confusion reigns supreme,
hearts are connected by the smallest of actions,
Feelings build as emotions become uncontrollable,
As her name appeared on the screen, his heart felt a strange sensation,
Imaani too was hiding her feelings, as a lady never makes the first move..
Speaking about common interests, sharing poetry and childhood dreams,
Slowly two hearts in two different worlds begin to merge into one.
You can’t control love, it doesn't matter what colour, faith or religion you have,
If your heart is going to love it will love, no point resisting temptation.
(conversing on phone)
Imaani whispered to herself,
“There is a song in my heart,
that nobody knows,
if you can sing those words,
then my heart will be yours.”
Mathias, felt something strange in his heart and uttered,
“I cannot give you solutions to all life’s problems,
Nor do I have answers to your doubts or fears
But I can listen to you and share it with you
I cannot change neither your past nor your future.
But when you need me I’ll be by your side.
I cannot prevent you from stumbling
I can only offer you my hand to hold on to you so you won’t fall.
Your joys, your victories, your successes are not mine.
But I truly enjoy it when I see you happy.
I do not judge the decisions you take in life.
I constrain myself to support you, to stimulate and to help you if you ask me to.
I cannot draw limits for you within which you must act,
But I can offer you the space needed to grow.
I cannot avert your sufferings when some pain is breaking your heart.
But I can cry with you and pick up the pieces to armour it again.
I cannot tell you who you are, nor who you should be.
I can only love you as you are.”
These words touched Imaani’s heart, yet still the taboo of their relationship held her back,
Mathias was falling deeper and deeper everyday and told her,
“How beautiful you must be,
if only I had the privilege to see it.
When God created you,
a passion must have come over his heart.
How fortunate I would be,
if you would only be mine.
Yet your beauty is a curse,
in this superficial existence.
Yet, I see beyond your persona,
I see the beauty of your soul.
That is why I know in my heart,
that God gave you as a gift to me.
Yet, you still ponder,
between what is and what might be.
Do you think you have time?
Foolish girl, time waits for no one.
So make up your mind,
stop lying to yourself.
Escape from your prison,
and lose yourself in love.”
Imaani could resist no longer, once two souls connect, the power of love is too fierce like a wild creature hunting its prey... Love had taken over all her inhibitions,
come let me adore you,
come let me soothe you,
come let me heal you,
come let me love you..
I will keep you in my heart,
let you reside in my mind,
I will love you with my soul,
as my soul will last forever.
You are my desire and my passion,
you've intoxicated my senses,
with your melodious voice,
now grant me your presence..
Oh my beloved,
come, let us become one.”
As he set his eyes upon her for the first time, the beauty of her being was too much as their eyes locked, their souls danced to songs of love and their hearts melted in each other’s palms,
“Oh my beloved,
your image has left me breathless..
what I would do, to see your face,
what I would do to become lost in your admiration.
I can't hide my emotions, take my love,
swim through my veins and steal it from my heart..
I'm in a sleeping state, awaken me so I may see my destiny,
appear to me and show me the beauty of my fate...
just for a moment, give me a glimpse of your face,
so, I too can feel the enlightenment of your spirit.
Let me lose myself in your flower garden,
intoxicate me with the scent of your blossoming aroma.
You don't realise how long I have waited,
to let myself become lost in you..
show me the Immaculateness of your love,
for I have sacrificed my heart for you.
Free me from the prison of my mind,
so my thoughts become reality.”
To be continued..
The Silent One. 20 August 2015.
Mathias works long and hard to convince the authorities to let her seek asylum in his country, months go by and without even a single communication, he becomes frustrated,
“Do your eyes still long to see me?
Even when you close them, is it me they see?
Do your lips still long to kiss me?
Does your tongue still 'sigh' my name?
Does your nose still long for my aroma?
Does your ear drum still beat faster when your ears hear my voice?
Does your hair and cheeks still long to be caressed by my fingers?
Does your neck still long to be kissed by my lips?
Do your hands still want to clasp together with mine?
Do your breasts still want to comfort my heavy head?
Do your shoulders still want to feel my tears?
Does your lap still want me to lay my head up on it?
Does your heart still beat faster when I appear?
Does your mind still want to connect with mine?
Does your body still want to be embraced by my arms?
Is it me you search for?
Am I the one you desire?
Or does your heart no longer connect with mine,
has it become numb since you said goodbye.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved to return, even though her health is deteriorating, she remembers their first meeting with fondness,
“My beloved, you are more lovable than love,
you are my life today and in the next life,
that is why I could die in your love,
as I know at the end it will only be us.
I remember the first time you touched me,
your silky smooth hands invigorated my soul.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up,
you gave me goose bumps and sent shivers down my spine.
Never before have I seen beauty like yours,
when I look at you, it leaves me breathless.
I have drowned in your eyes constantly,
but, I am saved when your radiant voice speaks to me.
There will never be enough words that describe what you mean to me,
there will never be a time when these eyes tire of you.
I wish I could hold you forever, let you fall asleep in my arms,
I wish I could merge with you and be adjoined infinitely.
Nobody could ever replace you, the feelings are too strong,
life is not worth living, if living is without you.”
Finally, Mathias travels back to Imaani to bring her home with all relevant documents. However, as he returns Imaani is nowhere to be found... After days of searching he discover that Imaani has died due to severe malnutrition. He is heartbroken and feels it is the end of the world and contemplates suicide. A doctor finds him and passes over a note that Imaani had left for him and it reads,
This life is a fraud...
Full of nothing but deceit..
This world has lost its glory...
Leaving little reason to be...
For life has treated me like a stone upon a path..
Whoever walked by kicked me out of the way...
However, I still remain standing..
Despite all those arrows fired my way...
I may be flung from path to path..
But upon my journey I remain..
For those who belittle me now..
Laugh, as I assure you I will have the final say..
These tears I shed today..
Will return to haunt you someday..
For the glory I seek, is not here ...
But far away..
For one day, I will return..
To the beginning, from where I came...
Slowly, he falls into the depths of darkness and despair... Secluding himself from the world and contemplating death... A white dove lands on his window and just stares right at him and at that moment, he realises it is time to say goodbye..
A dove flew by,
reminding me of your love.
Its been a long time,
since a tear escaped my eye.
but your memories remain.
My heart remains stagnant,
it may never love again.
They say romance is dead,
that true love never lasts forever..
My love for you has never changed,
as my heart could never accept another.
Some say love is a temporary emotion,
but, I still feel your love, it will last forever.
I can still feel you,
your thoughts consume my mind.
I long for our reunion, maybe not today,
but soon and it will be forever...
(sound of shot gun)
The Silent One. 20 August 2015.
I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a sonnet of romantic sadness,
supple shadows dress you in stubborn, gothic passion, a quiet finesse,
they know that I am the speed of your tears and the lover in your trance,
as I see what your heart has wept for, tender acceptance
I understand why my soul seeks your emotional opulence,
with my powerful hands I hug those lonely, sexy shoulders of tired independence,
knowing by the ease of your neck's pining tilt, by the searching gap of your starving lips
no longer are you startled by our love, no more will you deny the lust righteous,
gliding the backs of my fingers up under your smooth chin skin, beauty so generous,
I find you passion thrown,
I undo your bodice and your soft feminine flesh opens onto me
radiating craving that glorifies yearning,
I entreat you to grab my hard affection, to feel the firm rush replete
to place the head of my love within you like a heavy heartbeat,
you obey with unquestioning need, eyes alight, thighs wide
I lunge in deeply, completely, pushing through you a pleasure tide
as you breathe in the handsome shock of your fulfillment
I kiss the soft space inbetween your sumptuous breasts and taste wild wonderment -
Part two: Outbreak of civil war
Imaani’s world is falling apart around her. Protests against a dictatorship government go out of control as activists are brutally killed. Rebel groups are formed and a civil war breaks out between rebels and the government. Imaani’s life is in danger as her father is a political activist. Her father is arrested and her mother dies after a local shopping centre is bombed.
Oh my beloved, I must leave you now. War has broken and I must hide myself from the world. Be patient my beloved, if our love is true we will be together soon.
Mathias is heartbroken and alone once again,
“Don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts just like death.
Everyone has a love story,
But my story I can never tell.
No one ever taught me how to love,
I only learned through experience.
Loss leads to pain, sorrow and no hope for tomorrow,
If pain is temporary, then why do i feel hollow?
No one ever told the truth to me,
About growing up, and the troubles I would face.
Everything I was taught,
had not prepared me for this.
Love is like the sun,
The closer you get, the quicker you burn.
Lies and betrayal will destroy your trust,
Your mind will be at war and there will be no peace.
Maybe it was never meant to be,
especially when you feel you never tried hard enough.
So, is it better to let dreams fade away?
To break two hearts, that are meant to be?
With so many doubts and so many questions,
I guess I will never know the true answers
In a society where love can be a taboo,
A beautiful love, sometimes cannot blossom
What kind of world do we live in?
When society cannot let you be you.
So don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts more than anything.”
As the war becomes more brutal, a refugee crisis hits the country. Imaani is forced to leave her home,
“Society has shunned me and I feel neglected,
I am like a foreigner, so it is time to say goodbye.
There is nobody here of mine, so I will be leaving,
colourful memories have faded away, all I see is gloom.
All those I loved have been stolen from me,
taken away by the evil brutality of man.
Their voices still echo around me,
their screams continue to traumatise me.
Derelict streets and buildings are all around me,
with haunting sounds of happiness and laughter.
All around me is pain and cries of injustice,
atrocities that the world turned a blind eye to.
All has been lost, so I guess I will be leaving,
disappearing behind a trail of sadness and sorrow.
I will soon be forgotten as will my childhood memories,
forced into an unknown fate as I become part of the Diaspora.”
Mathias’s world is falling apart. He loses his job and falls into depression at the sudden loss of his soul mate,
“Life is a poisoned chalice, full of betrayal and hypocrisy,
an evil society which breaks your heart and then mocks you.
My destiny is a deceitful one, full of deception and regret,
there is no happy ending, this is no enchanting fairy tale.
I feel no love and have been left all alone,
nobody really understands, so I hide myself from them.
I have become indulged in a dimension of deepest despair,
within an abyss, where darkness is my only loyal friend.
so many tears have been shed, I have drowned myself in sorrow,
I am drowning in what feels like the deepest ocean and I cant swim.
I am falling, but no one is there to catch me,
my emotions are out of control, my mind is betraying me.
My heart is so fragile and sensitive, it is hurt by the smallest thing,
these voices in my head are driving me insane.
I am going crazy, when will it all end,
as no longer do I have the strength to carry on.
As every sigh becomes deeper, I contemplate my fate,
is life really worth living, what do I have to live for?
Help me please, no go away, leave me alone!
I await the final betrayal, so then I can say goodbye forever,
I will leave without a trace, without an explanation.
But, please forgive me, I never meant any harm,
I can't help it, I'm falling,
and no one can catch me now.”
Months go by and there does not seem to be any end to the war. The powers of the world stand by and look on, not intervening as they have no political gain from the conflict. The refugee crisis increases with overflowing refugee numbers in camps around neighbouring countries. Imaani, has not eaten for days and is a shadow of the woman, she used to be,
“Do you hear my call?
Here, I stand,
battered and bruised.
Thirsty, hungry and confused,
do you hear my call?
Look into my eyes,
they have ran dry, no more tears.
The world has become blind,
they do not see my suffering.
The world has become deaf,
they do not hear my call.
So hungry, that I cannot sleep,
so tired, that I cannot sleep.
Life is a chance of luck,
a child born into luxury,
a child born into poverty,
sadly, a definition of what is to come.
soon, I will be gone,
but my plight, must never be forgotten.”
Part three: The union
Imaani has not forgotten the love of her beloved even with her life in extreme danger and close to death she calls out,
“I was never a poet,
but your vision became my poetry,
I had heard about love,
but only your existence turned me into a lover.
I thought romance was dead,
but, your companionship, seduced me into a romantic.
I was never a musician,
but, now I compose melodies to describe what I feel for you.
I was never a believer,
but, your beauty made me believe, now I worship you.
I have never asked for anything from God,
I enjoin my hands and pray for your return.
I search for you with every sunset,
I search for you with every sunrise.
They mock me and say you will never return,
soon you will forget and love again.
Happiness or sadness, no matter where, my love will never change,
for those whose love is true, devotion always remains.”
A voice whispers into the ear of Mathias,
“Do you think you have time? Go to her, to your beloved.”
To be continued...
The Silent One. 20 August 2015.
After watching the refugee crisis and the outbreak of war in her country, Mathias joins a charity organisation and joins a convey of ambulances delivering aid to camps. Camp after camp he searches for his beloved,
“Oh beloved, the one who holds my heart,
I have travelled the world seeking you.
Through stormy seas, across death ridden deserts,
climbed the highest mountain and walked though troubled jungles.
Yet, still I struggle to find you, some say I've gone mad,
but I know you exist as I can feel you through my pulsating heart.
The chapters of my love story have not yet began,
but I know this is more than a Romeo and Juliet affair.
This is not about a boy and a girl, falling in love forever,
this is about a mere mortal connecting with a Goddess like Venus.
Two hearts connected through a spiritual existence,
awaiting the fate of the magical union of touch.
My passion is like that of a magnificent waterfall,
only you can extinguish this endless flame of carnal desire.
Come, let me adore you, I am a devotee to your love,
come, let me burn inside you, I am the curator of your flower garden.
I yearn for you, like a sinner begs for forgiveness,
I want to cherish you, to die inside you.
Don't deny it, this is fate, I live for you and you for me,
honour me with your presence and feel my love.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved, to be connected, but with no internet or phone, she feels all is lost,
'oh beloved, where have you gone?
The echoes of your voice still haunt my mind.
I'm calling your name, but you don't hear me,
my tongue never tires from it.
But, my soul feels restless,
it dances alone in the pale moonlight.
My eyes turn to you,
they need guidance, but are blinded by your disappearance.
My heart falls upon deafness of the ears,
Which tire from its cries.
It's beating, but only to call your name..
The blood may rush around, but nothing excites the mind....
Until you reappear...'
Mathias starts to become frustrated, thinking Imaani may have died, yet still holds a little hope in his heart,
the one that resides within my heart...
I've never met you,
yet I still miss you...
The world longs for things,
which have become immune to me
I only long,
for the reunion with my beloved...
I've become silent,
For i know they don't understand
I have loved you,
before the beginning of time..
Before, this world,
We floated amongst the stars...
to be intoxicated by your aroma...
Where ever I go,
It seems the path will lead me to you....
Even though you are so far,
you have my heart in the palms of your hands...
My loyalty is with you,
as you hold the key to the doorway
I know within my heart,
This life can’t keep us apart..”
Then as fate and destiny have a funny way of turning out, Imaani catches a glimpse of what could be her beloved. She rubs her eyes and walks towards him and calls his name,
My beloved has come,
has left me breathless,
left me speechless...
My body is full of passion,
for the reunion...
for, my beloved is here,
nothing else matters,
nothing else exists...
Now, my soul is at peace,
now I am home...
Tears roll down both of their eyes as they embrace. Mathias holds his weak beloved in his arms, promising never to let go. They hold each other for what seems like eternity. Share many stories and after a long time both of them smile,
I heard your call..
Some say I am bad, whilst some say I am good
But, I know you will keep my honour,
after all, I am only yours..
the world has never known a love like ours..
The world only knows my name, as I seek you..
Nobody knew me, before the sorrow of love
But, your memory has written our love story...
I do not fear the world will change
My life is with you, please don't change..
So, here I am once again
So, hear my lovers call
My sorrowful story, my pains from society...
For this world will remember me, because of your love
For, ever since, I have become yours,
Life now has a new meaning...
Today, I finally achieved my dream,
and tomorrow, there will a brand new love story.”
Part four: Time for goodbye
Sadly, Mathias has to leave as he needs to return home. He promises to take her with him when he returns, but must return to complete all the correct documentation.
Imaani begins to seek his return everyday to save her from what has become her deadly fate,
Come back to me...
For, it is just you I seek..
You arrived, in my hour of need..
When, I was so lost...
Come, come, come set me free,
From the chains of your everlasting love..
Since you went away...
You took with you my heart...
Oh beloved, if you don't want to stay before my eyes..
Then, return to me my withering heart..
Why present me with such riches...
Only to take them away.”
“I long for the day, when all we feel is love,
no more hatred, no more pain, just happiness.
I long for the day, there is no more war,
to pick up a newspaper and see only peace.
I long for the day, where there is no hunger,
an end to poverty, drought and famine.
I long for the day, children can live without fear,
no oppression, no abuse, no manipulation, no hurt.
I long for the day, when we can all live as one,
no sectarianism, no warfare, no killing of innocents.
I long for the day, where anyone can love,
regardless of colour, culture, faith and sexuality.
I long for the day, where there is a cure,
for every illness, so no child dies in childhood.
I long for that day, when I can live and not fear,
because of a premature death, signalling my end.”
To be continued
The Silent One. 20 August 2015
~ Injustice Moon Among Us ~
deeper than twilight
the moon to moon afterglow
a wave crush the mood
Two face under water
(Senryu of Being Misjudged)
"Once upon a midnight Poe"
Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast
I lay the Gin and Tonic by my bedside, asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I could not ignore the light coming from the cracks under the door
Giving it some thought,
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seems to be deeming, a distance, of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing,
To feel and taste, sinful skin,
Everything then grew thinner than thin,
Suddenly, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."
A nerve impulse hits the wall, if nothing nary, nevertheless
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, notwithstanding
Is this, a moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Only this, and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwrecked floor
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is, and nothing more" - that remains
Tweaking and repeating, the speeding, of needing
My drugs, of pain and passion, to end the illusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising, from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting, the excitement, like The Bells, of Annabel, in a hurry
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin, is how it seems
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear,
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside,
On the dark side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scratch my room, screaming to the bleeding,
From my heart, who needs a killing,
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!
Inspired by The Raven
A Certain Kind Of Death
She was in love
Their expression of it
Was the perfection of it
The way they shared
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination
Of their dedication
Today she is pregnant
Her heart sings
Then the phone rings
At the hospital
Next to her dead husband
How is the possible
Why did this happen
But not heartbroken
She still had a piece of him
She had to be strong
For their child
Even though he was gone
She had to march on
Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing
No rhyme or reason
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb
Lacking strength and power
It only lived an hour
She could only scream
No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give
No reason to live
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them
She racks her brain all day
Trying to find a way
To keep them fresh and vibrant
It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling
Saw them moving
So she bought all they had
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed
Longing for the dead
She put the worms in her womb
And pretended her baby was alive
Her days where filled with joy
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish
Every moment of everyday
A happy family
For everyone to envy
She wasn’t alone anymore
She was no longer ripped and torn
Her evenings were horrifying
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying
She never once heard it crying
Never got to hold it in her arms
Failed to keep it from harm
She was useless
She was helpless
She should have died too
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her
She decided one day
To keep her baby
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain
She decided on a name
She can barely move now
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing
She can feel his life pulsating
She gave birth before she died
And David was the only one that cried
In opulence you lie and dream
Of nothing but your Harem Queen
Her honeyed eyes and silky thighs
Those sultry moans and sated sighs
You dream of touching rounded breast
Of dipping into lover’s nest
The scent of jasmine on her bed
You feel her kiss anoint your head
The giddy taste of flowered dew
And all the things she does to you
In opulence you lie and dream
And taste again the sweetened cream
You feel once more the curve of waist
The sultry dance of thoughts unchaste
The searing trail left by her kiss
And how her mouth led you to bliss
You hear her panting out your name
When torrid storm, you can not tame
In passion’s throes, she bites her lips
Your vice like grip is on her hips
The time has come for her to know
You are the master of her show
Her tent of love, goes up in flame
You've danced and won Desire's game
Sated senses seduced to sleep
You know your peaceful thoughts she'll keep
In opulence you lie and dream
Of her who is your Harem Queen
When eyes awake to light of dawn
The curtained veil, away is drawn
What blessed sight your eyes will see
Your dreams were but reality…..
In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric,
I am blessed that you feel the same.
We are together as one.
Our passion flows.
Our ardor is aglow.
In this life are confrontations.
We must address our demons to form our inner being.
Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth.
I see yours darling and it is me.
May I be shallow in the passion I feel?
I adore you.
I am yours.
Let’s share this with the world.
I asked you to marry me.
You said yes.
My head start spinning.
I felt the depth in my chest.
Our marriage vows have been written.
Our big day has come.
I am your man.
You are my woman.
(The Groom says his written vows.…)
Complicated the world may be.
Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel.
You are my paradise and my sunshine.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects.
As a tree grows, so does our lust.
As a river flows, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums.
I will ardor you forever.
(The Bride says her written vows.…)
Complicated the world is.
Our time together we cherish.
You are my sunshine and my paradise.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, interweaves.
Life aspects will challenge each.
Our fervor defeats all our troubles.
As landscape flourish, so does our lust.
As lea bravado, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival.
Our ardor is dominance.
Our ardor is exuberance.
I adore you my man!
And I, adore you my woman!
(Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.)
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!
AWAKE ~ IN and OUT ~
Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass and pass
Crosses lacking faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on old dolls
I stay and feel, the way you want
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door and keep me away from dark
You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights?
I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of -spew
Under this closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me, you can not find any real dreams!
Inside you filled me with a raging scream
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave
Alert, alert Am I!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
I zip all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing to be a sun digger
You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will daydream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive,
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
I caught myself awake,
The day I fell asleep for you.
The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad awaits you White Lion,
we embrace as Brothers of Light and ancient dust,
their camels wise in soft steps
impart wide eyed, gentle blessing to me,
a shrill whisper of teasing wonderment
whisks the sand of centuries strewn small
with a cobra's awakening whisp and hungry hiss,
evening enters the terrible terrain
glowing a cool blue dark and daring
along with it a blowing a zephyr unzips the zodiac of my ancestors,
stars of a billion years sympathize with this soul sojourn,
alone I journey inward like a brave wish wafting
into a heart wanting to disgorge a secret need,
the smell of salt, sandstone and myrrh infiltrate
my mind with a mineral magic animating millenia of sovereign economics,
lamp light revealing the blush and rue of the the Siq's colossal rock hue,
shadows of caravan traffic bespeak exotic trade from distant industry,
narcotics from Kush, Persian rugs, spices and incense of Arabia,
jewels and hides from India, the medicine and silk of China,
beasts and papyrus of Africa, wine, weapons and art of Rome,
slaves beautiful and strong carried from every known ethnic throng,
a river of precious merchandise replacing the might of carving waters,
at the egress of this artery's eternal enterprise
I behold with burgeoning awe the Nabataean Treasury,
it's gladsome geometry a harmony of will, wealth and worship,
warm red cream stone become bone of a peoples' politic,
architecture for their angels and sanctuary for culture,
depository for dreams indebted to desert Deities,
I blow a kiss to the niche of Tyche, Goddess of fantastic fortune,
as I tighten my checkered turbin I hear a soft song
of Hellenic, Semitic and Arabic recipe, stringed hums with chime
and it moves me into the open, bleak basin towards the Monastary facade,
in the black of it's errie entrance a spirit of evanescent education
escalates my enchantment as corners wake to pathways,
murals like waving reflections stream across the walls
I see Moses crack the water stone for salvation
as the Holy Arch spirals an avalanche of absolution from Earth to Heaven,
Solomon and Sheba secure a trade treaty with royal love,
I witness Jesus in the Jordan with John the Baptist
kindly laying him in the steady float of faith,
then the tragedy of John's demise
by the sour ambition of Herodias, the whore of defacto power,
I observe the affection of Joshua Ben Joseph
with his woman of street sense as they endure trial after trial,
scenes of the Pax Romana and Judaen revolts parade
by my eyes as terror, torture and triumph
wear masks of glory and glee,
the Essenes embarking for the Dead Sea defense,
Muslims and Crusaders found not the bounty of this land,
here remains the treasure of Pharaonic voyage,
exiting with renewed moral for love
I look to the top of Zibb Atuf
where I see the thunderbolt of Zeus Hadad and cornucopia of Atargatis
burn sweetly in the night, periwinkle smolder signals righteous passion,
I feel you, my Love, paramount in the depth of every sense I have,
turning entranced to the Roman Theater I proceed to the north east rendezvou,
you are lovely and glamorous on the stage of amplified ardor,
starbeams spotlight your coordinated curves and fertile instinct,
you begin to seduce with a dance, breathtaking, impulsive balance,
moving with the smooth heat and poise of a breath blown candle flame,
a crescent of torches beautifies your frame, crimson silk wings from you,
I stand for a moment on the outer upper rim
gazing, with great heat upsurging through every muscle,
knowing you are jubilant for me by the way you move
I descend the stairs undistracted from the language of your invitation,
your cinnamon skin skims my own as you go round and round
and the crave for your ravishing rub forces my pursuit,
I catch your tender waist as you spin into my hunting arms,
your fingertips feel so right in my hands,
we sway like romance on fire in the storm of desire,
your restive back nestled inbetween my shoulders
my obsessed lips move up your neck in search for innocent sensitivity
overtaking your naked earlobe with a hot mouth and firm pull,
your body, begging to be breeched brutely calms slowly
as I release spontaneous poetry into your ear saying...
When the moon was young
unbattered by stone and age
glowing bold upon Earth newly spun
the first man and sacred Woman
made love of flesh warmly woven
from they're erupting hearts came wild knowledge...
With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere,
Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant,
Does a rose ponder its tempt,
Does a man dare his heart relent,
Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare,
A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul
as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival,
blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark
a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark,
gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock,
you begin to weep
because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity,
I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony
kissing you softly deep,
then I tell you that fate is not our enemy,
don't you understand my Lady...
Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share,
Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts,
rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame,
Time be trite in march against the magic in our care,
the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks,
emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came -
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
Dreams are approaching my Love
following the stars to your heart,
beside your body I breathe and gaurd your lips
the sentinel of your stellar song, the heat along your lyrics
listening to your language of smooth beauty unfurling lunar fabrics
wasting all the wrong that reaches for your innocence,
demons dare not the sharp sheen of my devoted dagger,
death will not tresspass within the life of your love,
There is a sweet ancient spirit in you
born from the sun and salt of sorrow and seduction
a sad nobility that fights for fragile kisses, to uplift the underworld,
bring the drum beats of savage, hot lights into focus on the firmament
hush the stars that wait softly for sweating bodies of fire -
Quickening, my blood thickening, oh lonely heart of mine, sickening.
Married years of frozen fears, I cry selfish sacrificed trembling tears.
A well preened daily routine, I slipped away in the shadows unseen.
This ring, a vile thing, on my finger had slowly poisoned my being,
until I was a fixture, a mixture of slave and grave, hours and months blur.
And then I saw eyes that saw me, tasting me like a delicacy, could this be?
Beating, heating my core, my fingers shook, nervously opening his door.
Danger, a friend but a stranger, complexity, intensity, he comes to me.
Sweet love we make in the wake of the hours, my heart flowers and I'm free.
What is to become of me? Adultery. Oh but love is he, blue eyed heavenly.
I slip from grip and fallen grace, he kisses tears upon my glowing face, embrace.
But I must go, no one will know, I love him so. I want him to will away my woe.
I drive in a hurry, I worry, will his smell linger and burn the ring from my finger.
My cell phone chimes for the ninth time, guilty heart of mine, a crime.
The red light blinks, so does my lies and eyes as I text my husband goodbyes.
Feeling brash, a rash of immediate measure, so sure of my future, CRASH.
I feel the shake, glass rake my face and peel away the skin, flesh torn fills in,
blood warming, screams storming, cracks crackling and bruises forming.
A thousand knives of moments of my lives drives my heart to shatter, tissue matter.
Spinal crack, my life was light when I look back, breath slows, all goes black.
Cold hand, I see him stand, just as planned, he was there for me, I swallow misery.
He loved me, I see that now, somehow I must make this right, truth tonight.
But I can't speak, weak, tube in my throat, I write a note, I have something to say.
He says let's pray, it doesn't matter anyway, life starts today, no regrets, no way.
I'll be a better man, I can loose it all easy, it makes me queasy to know things change.
He kisses, he cares, he cries, he shares memories, I didn't know he knew, I do.
To work he goes, the nurse brings me my things, my cellphone and rings.
I search the screen and see, my text I was texting a memory screaming at me.
Scrolling through I do not believe my hate, I reiterate my date, and change of fate.
My chest heaved, my eyes grieved when I read the words, message received.
For Contest:knights writer club
Date april 14
The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
that baffle me. I-I just could not find the right word,
"you had that certain glow about you". Not the way you walk
nor the way you move, "but I believe in miracle's", yes
I do - yes I do. So finally I step to you and ask, would you,
could you smile ? just for the camara in my mind so that the
image of an Angel would be on my mind just in case the world
ended (today) much to soon, much before time. The first time
I saw you naked Angela, my mouth got lost for words-but the one
that slip through my lip's were (mmmunn) "what a gorcious women,
breast like lucious melons", and a voice (sweet) like that of the ocean
and wave's of heat and my idea of nerviousness brings trembeling to
"I do believe in miracle's", "I do not believe in love". Miracle's that it
take to sustain a relationship that the odd's of longivity are against us.
And we do become desponded, most of our day is spent fussing and cussing.
Never to see true love at its best. The first time our lip's did touch, I remem-
ber this Angel who I call Angela, she had my name tattoe across her chest.
Love, became the missing attraction, and you comfort me in my desire to ex
press myself, for I thought I was so macho, never in a thousand years, "will I
meet such a someone (?) that's such a women". A women (aaaah) such a
women, "from her head to her shoe".
Now Angela just in case the world ends tomorrow. Don't denie that there's an
"attraction". O'Angela.....kiss me quickly, "In the heat of Passion".
I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap
Speared yourself upon my harpoon
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought
Other than the whisper of my name
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession
You beg to me and plead with me
Blaming me and cursing me
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony
To watch me in the fountains
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night
Within the silk of my hair
how roses color my cheeks
In the darkness of the cold
And the world surrounds me
And the beauty of the light i behold
Where in this story did i bewitch you
Where did i make you call my name
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you
When you only did it to yourself
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife
When did i claim i loved you
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie
I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE
Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?
Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing still amidst the tickling water,
my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon,
my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you.
Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands
seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but
droplets of August rain run fast above my head.
The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear
t'was the songs we sang second week of February
honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint.
Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry
where there catena of reactions descry revealing we...
Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home,
my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon.
Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust,
the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom,
as we daily counteract two strategic villains:
the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance.
Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls.
Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal.
I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone
My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts!
but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most.
I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart
that fate acted so long in keeping us apart?
Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us
to rightly spell the language of love...
The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished,
sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings
as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis
to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..."
10:59am, July 24, 2015
Pierced by shards of shattered glass
Deeper and deeper you stab me
With lies and venomous words
Dissecting my heart piece by piece
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose
I’m dying …
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul
Into pieces and a bloody mess
I scarified secrets;
Secrets you tore and tore,
Gracing a fake friendship,
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel
Now karma a poisonous snake
You plea ...
To be on death row, decomposing
Dripping into the night -- Silently
fading and fading
Stung by my viper lips,
Until you are no more
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
Collaboration Celebration Contest
7th August 2015
There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of mis-guided anarchy.
I'm gonna hunt you smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail.
Kiss your night one last farewell.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
Won't live another tale to tell.
I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hideout from where you hide.
Smack you around in your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wall of hopelessness.
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness,
Of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you were sleeping.
Sly fox the destroyer!
You are right, you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink, pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.
For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.
I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.
I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.
I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing
to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown
I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…
Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to indulge ourselves in
The need for perfections greatest
Yes we will take down that cookie
Puppet clown, dressed in blue,
For there is no fiercer monster known
To man, then a women who’s cookie
Faddish is left unsatisfied.
Peanut butter to chocolate chip,
Just pass the milk and watch out dude,
For women shall be the first to dip.
Call us the two fisted women of the
Raw dough generation, we don’t
Really care, just pass grandma’s old
Roll me down the bakery sweet,
No fragrance smells finer then freshly
Baked what ladies, COOKIES.
Sugar me sweet it’s the ladies favorite
Treat, by the bucket or truck load it can’t
Be beat, frosted or plain, it matters not,
But without Milk its sacrilege that is
Now chocolate maybe the vise five to
Seven days a month, but cookies rule
As the male race drools, because honey
There is no doubt women will take you
Don’t for what, lets all say it ladies around
The world, all together now, SAY WHAT
By the way did I tell you my favorite
Food in the world, of course it’s very
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO POET DESTROYER
And to all women
Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land,
age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search,
venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst
standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest,
the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach,
Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes
you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue,
speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire,
you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries,
we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view,
offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider,
your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose
Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows
Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely - red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.
She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be Queen;
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.
Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping, like a willow tree.
Then the sky begin to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that Irish rose,
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.
The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.
The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone
That still stands alone upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.
Written: June 18, 2010
Note: To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway.
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret
carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny
imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium,
sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition
her love is unlawful, unequalled in unrest, righteous in conquest,
tender in temptation, torrid your surrender, her beauty a will bender,
Queen of Empire Passion, warrior unknown to submission
her kingdom was not inherited, glory and throne ungifted,
the treasures, stables and territories, battles and crown all won,
rich in intellect, endowed with rare resources, affluent in original passion
bejeweled in natural beauty, she bewitches beasts and men alike,
Poets pen her preciously as Woman Total, Priests implore her pardon,
male servants pander to her anger and ardor, satisfaction she commands,
Sisterhood the symbol and soul of her mission,
I was just a man, a wanderer wading through her reign,
from the unsubdued North I came, a curious traveler with ancient name,
my tribe unfamiliar, underestimated, a Chieftain of steady pulse,
tresspassing towards her roots my aim was direct knowledge of her
woman of renown cunning and learning, woman of exotic ability,
seeking teaching and romance, though I would not be her Subject or victim,
this she knew, this she abhorred, a challenge to her dominance,
I agreed to meet her alone in the open morning of war,
in an abeyounce of gliding fire she comes riding out of the sun
regalia of black roses against red tears flying above her shoulder,
our horses begin a battle tromp, breaths heavy with moist mania
she has leopards in her eyes
poinsettias and death's palms painted on thighs,
scalps of exlovers and enemies slung on sadle
we acknowledge one another with ritual yell
I exclaim, Warrior Poetess, she screams Poet Warrior!
dismounting with mutual vigor our combat erupts
cutting my cheek with her blade's lip
kicking me in the ribs
I clinch her collared throat
and heel trip us to the ground
she snarls, I growl,
a glimpse of rescue in eachother's eyes -
ends . . .
With only sunsets beside my bed,
I sleep and wake up alone.
More than dozens,
I cried a river to scream my fret
for long long years,
I am committed, yet I walked alone.
Ice drizzled during the days
then it turned to hails
and to iceberg..
Days are boiling--
It welcomes summer for partnered swims.
I invited you but so sad you said a straight: "NO."
Hence by myself, I went to dive on ocean blue.
Years later, we both smell a baby's breath, one then two.
but still, it did nothing to resuscitate a love to bloom, true...
I shiver with the coldness mirrored on your stares,
my joints and muscles quiver
as I reach a state of hypothermia.
Yearning and wanting...
you a little while
like the snow melting under sun's glare,
oh! so slowly, you thaw my longing.
We are just a room apart
yet our feet seems frozen to start...
Not even once, we came to meet.
No talks. No grins. No hugs. No kiss.
Have our marriage years gone tarry
for just long ago, I agree to tie an endless love with you...?
What had happened,
Tearless now, but let me know!!!
Did Frosty the Snowman steal you from me?!
I followed Santa Claus advice
to be nice and never naughty.
I tried to be an angel--
with a halo never with a horn or tail.
Yet, I view the rolling years of us being together
all I can see is a steadfast rainfall of snowflakes...
Penetrating in between skinfolds
Containing me in a cold volcanic tremors.
Until one day, God must have heard me:
He answered my prayer allowing me to see
a lady candle's light: a window of hope.
Then lately, my frost clad self defrosts as she touched me.
She, surging strips of shine, her aura a blanket of warmth.
Pliant, she painted a portrait of sunshine into my daily life.
When I lay my head on bed sharp ten o'clock at night,
I see outside the blinking stars and the crescent moon.
Has blossoms of spring started to sprout within my days?
For no longer I shiver with absolute zero coldness rather
I triple tremble in tempo to meet my hearts hot demand
a final adieu to winters icy loveless land.
as lately somebody has taken hold of my hand..
I bask with the squeeze I received
for I found out, our hands, fit in one weave...
10:31 pm, January 14, 2015
'Tis now known why the Willow weeps,
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid,
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another,
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice,
meeting beneath, till love they could voice.
The Willow held these secret lovers dear,
so would lower its boughs, when they drew near.
Thus tucked away in the Willow's womb,
could lay as one, yet this love was doomed.
For jealousy lurked within the pines,
spying young lovers thus entwined,
behind Willow's curtain of slender limbs,
He swore the maiden, would yet be his.
Thus, it came to pass one day,
as young maid softly made her way,
to their Willow, deep within the glen,
espied the branches did already bend.
Timidly, as she did draw near,
soft sound of sorrow fell upon her ears.
Parting Willow's branches to look within,
a dampness did touch upon her skin.
The Willow was shedding sap laden tears,
for the young man, in death, was near.
'Twas an arrow that had been used,
a potent poison, the tip infused.
The maiden, now blind with grieving mist,
pulled out the arrow, held it, in clenched fist.
Whilst cradled in love's arms, did he draw last breath.
Then, young maid, plunged the arrow, into her breast.
And so it is, that this story is told,
as the Willow's grief would not be consoled.
For unable to stop what had befell,
the young lovers, it had hid so well.
With will broken, as lovers lay dead,
the Willow, its branches, never again spread.
And because it is the memory it keeps,
it is to this day, that the Willow weeps.