It’s endless.
The words pour out of bodyless lips; honey oozing onto my burning, sheathed wounds.
Am I what they tell me I am?
The question expands through my membranes, inflating my insides until I detonate with the black of their degradation.
The sugarcoated insults hang in the air.
The sweetness intoxicates my silence until the noise implodes, a deliberate provocation to the vacuum of my consciousness.
I don’t want to be what they tell me I am.
Though, the vast, eternal plea for empathy betrays the feigning, defiant arch of my brow.
The hair follicles echo my hallucination of faith.
I wish for anything but the death of my soul;
A lack of voice.
By Imran Ahmed
The Scent Of Her Sweat
Intoxicates Me
Pulling Me Into Her World
I Forget To Live
Lost In The Warmth Of Her Essence
Breathing Her In
Droplets Of Her Nectar Glisten
Tracing Desire Upon Her Soft Skin
They Seduce My Soul
Whispering Secrets
Only She Can Awaken
My Heart
Follows Her Rhythm
Drawn To The Music Of Her Pulse
I Long To Taste
HER LIPS
To Drink The Sweetness Of Her Breath
To Dissolve Into Her
Where Boundaries Blur
And
I Cease To Be.
Rose-petal lips, first quarter-moon forehead, galaxy face
Dimpled chin, button nose, flimsy jaw, eyes with a wild gaze
Skin that lures and intoxicates, like Tawny Port wine
She's divine. She's benign. She's also a sign of decline.
Created from the dust, she should go back to the dust too.
A bunch of pride and as tentative as the morning dew
Was she Adam's wife? Was she Lucifer's wife? A goddess?
For values, virtues, and vices, she is a prophetess.
Snake, owl, lioness, and queen of hell, mother of Charlie
Signs of courage, femininity, and equality
Dominion over the mysteries of the night and day
Lilith is the laurel, wreath, and bouquet in every way.
Love is an unwritten absence
from the scripted page
It's the whispered confession spoken
in the unmeasurable realm
between the eyes of lovers
as they cross the bridge beyond written words
where the beating heart of two sparrows
are caught in the winds of love
as they travel through the invisible paradise
of shared elixer that intoxicates the blood and brain
to become a formless, shapeless living thing
Where passion is weaned on expectations
and weighed by the soul as to its substance
of whether it is worthy to be a precious gift of beauty
beyond any measure...to be called love
Only then can words be written in poetic script
upon the page
Follow me.
I am the earth.
I am the rock that grounds you.
I am the support beneath your feet.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the sea.
I am the beast for your burden.
I am the liquid that intoxicates you.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the wind.
I am your dreams borne aloft.
I am the bearer of your sorrows.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the fire.
I am your deepest desire.
I am the heat of love’s heart.
I am the force. I have your back.
Follow me.
I am the spirit.
I am the center.
I am the lullaby of peace.
I am the force. I have your back.
As fresh and as fragrant, colored hyacinths,
That intoxicates one with heavenly scent.
So may my true,original form of artful poetry,
Bloom and blossom, escaping cells of the past.
To spring into action at each sunrised day!
Not wondering where my poetic desire be.
For truly, as a new child grows free….
And this style takes on its own shape.
I, no longer resist, creating my own fate!
********
Greek Legend has it that Hyacinthus, a young
man from Greece, was beloved by Apollo.
He was teaching him how to throw the discus.
Accidentally, it hit him in the head and killed him.
Instantly!!
Out of his head, the ground soaked with his own
blood, grew the flower,named in his honor of his
Name…. Hyacinthos.
The petals were marked with “Alas”, for sorrow.!
Panagiota Romios.
Romios Poem I
“In My Own Style”
Vegas nights and neon lights
A desert playground of sin
Enraptured then you're captured
The moment you walk in
The ambience intoxicates
The chance of fortune looms
Once you call you risk it all
In crowded smoke-filled rooms
Got a bucket full of coins
You think it's now or never
For a buck you try your luck
And pull another lever
Come on seven eleven
Shooting craps you'll never win
Anticipate as you wait
Just to roll the dice again
With all your money in their hands
You leave quiet as a mouse
Beyond a doubt you'll find out
You can't ever beat the house
They say I am crazy
They claim I am demented
They call me names
And swear vehemently that I have lost it all
I look at them and shake my head in disbelief
How can I convince them
That I am not what they think I am?
How can I make them understand
That I am not insane?
Could they ever believe
That true love intoxicates?
How could they believe
That your love drives me nuts?
More than alcohol could ever do?
A day will come they will understand
That true love is alcoholic!
You're the reason my pen came out of retirement
Because your gracefulness brought back my element.
I would have said "kurukuru" ( cloud ) has covered my orbs
But I saw you and you turned open my door knobs;
It was like seeing an "egbin" (antelope) in its gaity form,
Orekelewa whose beauty intoxicates like the persian rum;
They who opined that the beautiful are still unborn,
Walahi I wonder if they thought your beauty can be undone;
When you walk with the gracefulness of an "Ife Olori" ( Ife queen)
All heads turn to take in thy African glory.
Duduyemi Orosun whose melanin shimmers even in darkness,
Even the angels smile and their hearts are filled with gladness!
BAT planted many seeds that brought him a great harvest
For which many held his ideology with august interest
With claims that Jagaban dealt with those political jagabats
Who knows little or nothing about keeping political stats
Since kingmakers hate to bow to their kings' orders
For which their branded deviants got their cold shoulders
BAT feels he should have a fair share of that opportunity
But like Eden's taste of apple, he soiled his official dignity
His celerity daily imposes punitive damages on his party
His ambition is heading towards punition and thus unhearty
BAT that should be adjectivised as the best or foremost kingmaker
Makes himself runs around like an unhearty shaker
What should be done by those hearty as bucks
Is vied by a kind that makes Aso Rock looks like a centre of bullocks
The swishing of the broom that has been sweeping
Echoes the voice of another that won't promote good thinking
Scares as
neurosis...
intoxicates as
overdose, but swells
the aponeuroses...
In agonizing perplexity
An apple a day keeps the doctor away;
But hugs are the best for your heart.
They say all is fair in love and in war,
But fair can keep lovers apart.
Normal’s a setting on washing machines,
But love is extraordinaire.
So don’t let the sun set on anger or spite;
Apologize gently, with care.
“It ain’t broke, don’t fix it” might go for a car,
But love is an ongoing work.
Measure twice, cut once, take care what you say,
‘Cuz love doesn’t suffer a jerk.
Culture’s what grows in the back of the fridge;
For love, you must cultivate.
Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder,
But presence is truly what sates.
Some idiot thought fear was better than love;
For that, there’s derisive laughter.
They say that one’s pride comes before the big fall,
But lawyers come shortly thereafter.
A horse led to water can’t be made to drink,
But roses can go a long way.
“You reap what you sow” should give one pause to think,
Attend to your love every day!
Some say love’s euphoric, it intoxicates,
But a love that is real, it seems,
Is a garden that’s tended to every day,
Not some blissful escape of your dreams.
mesmerizes
intoxicates
in self-esteem...
delirium tremens
from the soul...
Daydream,
intoxication
of spirit...
image reflection
reflected
in the scattering...
exaggerated love
leads rightly or wrongly...
Conveys the biggest
illness...
love that misunderstands
limits...self -love
blind...insane...
destruction love
it's love that isn't
sane
sick...
virulence-ridden
vanity...
self-admiration
unspeakable evil,
narcissism...defect
Music
awakens the silences
trapped in time ...
Music brings joyful ghosts
and the least sad in the vibrations ...
Music recalls absences
and infinite gaps. and reload
sleeping charms ...
Drunk without hangover,
intoxicates without any consequences.
divinizes homesickness ...
Music enlivens the internal exercises,
for our holy struggles.
and the happiest dreams ...!
Sugested músic csardás
https://youtu.be/IPYHy8k9Z34
*~*~*~*~*
I awoke on the warm sands of Santorini.......
Hearing the far off,melodious sounds of a Bouzouki.
My dress,white with Santorini blue, shimmering embroidery.
Ecstatic to be in this Greek seaside community.......
Santorini blue, a color that mesmerizes and intoxicates you.
The villas all white,pure as that loving, sensual, summer
rendezvous......
2/2/2021
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