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they warned me
against extremes
intensity must not be indulged
"Flying in between
is your safety scene
not too high
not too low
don't look too longingly below
don't fly too close
to the sea of his splendor
the blue green of his eyes
hypnotize, mesmerize
desire will dampen your wings
weighing you down
nor must you fly
too close to his passion
blazing bountiful in brilliance
his sensuality, a searing sun
will melt your wings; you'll come undone."
I should have listened
I should have known
Icarus ignited was I
My hubris lifted my higher
nothing seemed dire
overconfident in my ability
to fly away if need be...
your sensuality seduced me
drew me closer and closer
solar combustion on display
you would have your way
rays of radiant heat
in wave upon wave
emanated towards me
doused in desire
you set on fire
melting
melting
melting
burning turning twisting
writhing rigorously
pain and pleasure
came upon waves together
spiraling me out of control
seared straight to my soul
I fell
Oh, how I fell
from the apex into the swell
of the blue green sea of your eyes
sizzling fire subsiding
subsiding
awash in wetness
about to die
you hear me cry:
"I would do it again
and again
and again
today and any day
molten passion in my core
consuming, always wanting more
I know
you'd have me fly
again...
Icarus ignited
right up to your sky."
Eileen Manassian
"In Greek mythology, Icarus is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus' father warns him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea's dampness would not clog his wings or the sun's heat melt them. Icarus ignored his father's instructions not to fly too close to the sun, when the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea." Wikipedia
in a room laced with gloom
his beats boom he dreams of wreckin' the mike
his momma's home she's alone
a sad song she struggles she fights
his lil' sis' is quite a miss
but them fives they do dis' they women so bad
but they alright except at night
for fives will fight you know a drive-bye’s to be had
in the ghetto he's a cello
if he's yellow he's bound to get played
his homies ain't no phonies
they drinkin' forties and lookin' to get paid
on the corner he's a gonna'
take lil' Jack Horner’s fo' they Christmas pie
sticks in his thumb pulls out a gun
ya' betta' run son he's one crazy lil' five
there's two sides to this lil' five
he's full of jive and has a heart of gold
if he jacks you fo' fifty don't give in too swiftly
he's kinda' shifty he'll want fifty more
his mom's on welfare nobody else will care
some fives they do stare at his lil' sis
on Sundays in church his soul he must search
at night he does dirt a childhood was missed
a baby born a bastard; things happen fasta'
the streets might cast ya' in the role of a wimp
a five from L.A. drivin' a six tre'
crime it do pay wants his name on the blimp
the U.S. government cannot prevent
this adolescent from goin' astray
not to mention juvenile detention
just another dimension of the American way
joined a street gang it's a ghetto thang
playin' the dope game he's a thug fo' life
original gangstas like this lil' pranksta'
he can't wait to shank ya' in the heat of the night
OG's got a mission some fives they dissed 'em
pranksta' can get 'em it's initiation day
the scene's a playground it's fin' to go down
babies they run 'round looks like a foray
closer and closer his heart grows colder
gettin' bolder and bolder his nine-millimeter jams
seventeen years old his body turns cold
his last episode hollow points rip his ass
a frontpage story didn't earn no glory
nature was predatory really dug his profile
he carried my name could not break the chain
he lived in vain he was my only child
If, in my fate, it has already been written
That I shall be an enjoyer of my fifties
Pray,
I hope then
To have, at that time
A healthy state,
Both mentally and physically
Why
By then, it would matter not
If I am not as slim as I was when I was eighteen
It would matter not
If my hair looks not so brushed up or even so black
It would matter not
If quite a few wrinkles have made themselves seen
What would matter
Is whether I have grown in wisdom
Yes, whether I have attained the right maturity
As to forgive all those who hated me
As to give love to those who need it from me
As to share with the rest of the world, my own experience
So that the younger ones may feel inspired
And of course,
Whether I have worked hard and struggled
Towards the making of my dreams
Yes,
Right now, eyes closed,
A snug smile on my face
I see, in my mind, myself at fifty
And I see, a content lady
One most probably still single
For of the falsity of love, I have written enough about
I see, a lady, most probably childless
For in leaving in this world,
A remnant of myself
I had never had the slightest interest
I see a lady, though, who makes it her duty
To give to the world
Every precious gem that she treasures in her
So that each and every child may
Forget, at least, not even wonder about the complexity
And the meaninglessness of life
And do take the time to enjoy their being here!
Why,
At fifty
I shall most probably lose my beauty
My sex appeal
My body's elasticity
But then, I shall care not for these
For I shall be closer and closer still
To see for myself
Truth,
As I have versed so much about while still in my thirties!
The sun was setting, as it usually does
The town a ghost town, the main street all but silenced
The wind blowing leaves and dreams to and fro
The tension in the air was palpable
The few souls about all peering out shuttered windows
When in from the west, came a storm
Her name was Serena Storm,
They shivered in her wake, the poetess of dead lovers
Then over to the east side, riding in slow and steady
The grim reaper or so it seemed, hollowed eyes
Dead soul and dark mind, his side arm at the ready
The greatest duel in history, right here
In the town of Nowhere
The setting sun reflected of her dark long coat
The last tear drop, falling to its death in the dust
She stared ahead, face blank
Daring, with a glare, shoot me, shoot me, try
He dismounted his horse, called Heartless Soul
His eyes slits, staring down the curvaceous storm pacing untoward
His hand inside his coat, slowly pulling out a mickey
He belted down a shot or three,
In the town of nowhere
They both paced, hands at their side
Closer and closer, the saloon keeper
Not quite sure his bottle would be paid in full
Then as quickly at the sun set……
Vaso drew first.
The finest long black quill one ever saw
His other hand dropped his bottle
Magically a writing pad appeared
Serena drew second, pen at her side
The color of blood, and for good reason
She too tablet in hand, putting ink to paper
As they both furiously wrote
In the town of Nowhere
Hearts were murdered
The meaning of life was hanged not long after
Love was beheaded
The main street a river of blood
A storm of tears washing away crimson desires
An empty vassal, Vaso’s insides already dead
Dropping his pen, he pulled out his sword of mourning
The duel to end, as he lopped off his own head
She dropped paper and pen to the ground
She faced down the grim reaper, and it’s he who is dead
The only one to know, his name was Arthur
King of the dark, ruler of lost dreams
In the town of Nowhere
The poetic duel of the century
Both won and lost
Long ago
Walking or wading in water
Along life's way
I could sense a pull toward
Something...no someone
The life-laden leaves
Drew out breath from my being
I grew greater in the moment
If not for the pleasure of knowing
.....who or what I would be seeing
The birds of the air gathered
In a location, around the noun
Light gathered at a spot and shone
As if there were no sky or ground
Closer and closer I come to the moment
Revelation would soon be mine
I would know and be known
By something or someone above humanity
....divine
I heard movement and looked left
I saw Him, if only for a glance
I knew Him, and He knew me
But someone smeared my screen
............I awoke without a second chance
To possess the image
Was that what I was pushing for
To own experience, unique to me
Was I placing my identity in the natural
Trying to prove value on what others see
......coming through my creativity???
Stupid distractions with magnetic attractions
Pulling and fooling the bird in flight
I don't want to be grounded in order be founded
In the legality of level-headed laws...that bite
.......and eat the heart of man
LOVE is all I want
........all circumstantial evidence is distraction
The End
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-6-2018
In my bed, I hear the floor creek
Closer and closer toward my bedroom door,
I try to stay quiet hiding under the covers
Though I know he will find me.
I hope he doesn't hear my heartbeat
Or hear me praying "God will protect me tonight."
But as I do, I start to cry because I know
TONIGHT IS ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHEN GOD JUST DOESN'T HEAR ME.
I let out one more sob
And the door sways open,
The hallway light shines in
But darkness radiates off him.
So strong,
He has a smile on his face;
Bet, nothing will stop him
And I can't even defend myself.
He gets on top of me holding me down
And as I try to turn away,
He pulls me back covering my mouth
I'm scared to breathe.
A few weeks pass by,
I hear him moaning my name
While stumbling around the house
Closer and closer he's walking toward me.
Now he's on my bed
And before he even touches me
I begin to cry as I wonder
Where is God tonight?
This time I fight back
I yell,
I cry
But he has ways to shut me up.
I do everything I can to loosen his grip.
He's hurting me so bad but will not let me go;
NO
He will not let me go
Not until he had finished.
He leaves me lying there
To think of what I have lost
“ I'm sorry " is not enough
He doesn't even realize what it has cost.
Another few weeks pass by
The shame keeps getting worse
Too afraid to tell
Though it's so hard to hide this pain
Day after day.
I must have been bad that night
I hear him coming closer as I'm lying on the floor
Lord, I would do anything
If you keep him from walking
through that door.
But he does,
I finally realize I am all alone;
No one to protect me
No one who can save me.
So I lie back down to take it
But he throws me on the bed
And makes me relive my worst fears
When I just want to be dead.
I don't want to kill myself
I just want to die.
God, why have you abandoned me?
Can you not see the tears I cry?
She's broken underneath again
And sorry never enters his head
She'll stitch it all back and then
Come back closer and closer to death.
Crawling and eviscerate
Every single breath she takes
Drowning, can she ever escape?
Bleeding wounds that lacerate.
Screaming in the dark again
Heartache that may never end
Walk through hell just to pretend
But he wont ever let her win.
He's screaming at her again
And regret never enters his head
She'll cut it all out and then
One step closer to death.
Scratching and desperate
Reaching for every breath she takes
Floating, this must be her fate
Drenched in wounds that devistate.
He knows his splendor
Would be too much
To take in all at once
And so he announces his coming
By revealing little bits of himself...
A sun drenched tree in the distance
A building all lit up in his glory...
The windows ablaze with fire
Little by little he creeps closer and closer
To where I stand...
Watering the grass.
Not wanting to overwhelm me
He creeps up from behind
And I feel his touch
On the nape of my neck
Enveloped by warmth, I turn around
For my kiss
He then continues on his way
Taking control of the sky
Exuding his authority
By turning everything in his path
To pure gold.
Slowly, but surely...
He subjugates everything he touches
Till he reaches his zenith in the sky
And is the supreme ruler.
This I know and of this I am certain
That I am and always will be
A worshiper of the sun!
Young kids enjoy playing in the yard, until the dock called out come over here. Alluring water caught their eyes, white shining somethings are swimming by. What could they be we all called out, jellyfish was the adult reply. We watched as they swim closer and closer, then I found myself in the water with them. My friends had pushed me in, so funny they thought it would be to take a swim. A big strong hand I did find, like always my daddy to my rescue. Inflicted with immediate itching and scratching, now the crying began. Off to the bathtub I was pulled, baking soda bath then wrapped in greasy lotion. Itching and scratching for days to come, all the so call friends are now gone.
Date Written: 8/6/2020
Note: A true story.................
2 Place INFLICTIONS Contest Judged: 8/15/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
Closer and closer to the vortex
I spin wildly, madly
So out of control
Body and soul
Clutching at anything and everything
Knowing I’m being suctioned
My breathing quickens
My pulse thickens
My body weakens
The vortex draws me nearer
to its core
Turbulent
Strong
OH... SO...STRONG
It pulls me down
It sucks me in
Going down
Down
Down
I’m being devoured
Swallowed up whole
In the vortex
Of your desire
Your swirling
liquid
fire
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Eileen Manassian
Eileen