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She feels the need rising up from her core
Ever waiting to burst into fire
Insatiable, always in need for more
Smoldering ember of her desire
Orange heat pulsating from deep within
Ever waiting to burst into fire
No breeze can cool this, her hot searing skin
Savage her need to combust into flame
Orange heat pulsating from deep within
Her galloping passion wild and not tame
She rides fiery flares all through the night
Savage her need to combust into flame
The hunger in her eyes makes him ignite
She pulls him into her internal blaze
She rides fiery flares all through the night
His body kindling that lights in her gaze
She feels the need rising up from her core
She pulls him into the internal blaze
Insatiable, always in need of more
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Angel rift star dust
In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind
The earth
In the heart
The space to comprise it all
But I have skimmed the rim of the abyss
Stood on the edge of a ledge and blew it a kiss
Took a dive from so high to enjoy the freefall
Than I stayed for a day in the heart of sheol
I got those streamlined moves timed to avoid the hate
I got those sidelined hooves signed by the eye of fate
I'm dipping diamonds in gold for the souls that you sold
I'm lifting layers of lies from the beats you baptized
Using that haptic magic
Fantastic acoustic
Let the mind drift
The heart combust
Tripping on my angel rift star dust
I was forged in the fire.
And only sometimes do I combust into flames.
When it is time that penalties must be paid.
I watched my prey in silence,
As they do their demon deeds.
Because I know everything has an expiring date.
For now, they sit in the clouds.
But unfortunately for them,
They will not be balanced by a scale.
They are on a see-saw,
With me at the opposite end,
They will drop down, flat on their face.
I will be everywhere,
Until they take their last breath.
I will always be in their subconscious mind.
Only their soul,
I will leave it untouched.
That is not for me to judge.
I will be the lice in their hair,
The flea that itches their skin.
The germs that make their stomach burn.
They will wish they had never betrayed a friend.
Because of their nightmares and dreams,
Will be haunted by me.
And as they slowly fade away,
And no one remembers their names.
I will turn into ashes,
And rise again.
Because I am a Phoenix.
I let justice prevail.
The silence drops a velvet shroud, the streetlights die to gold,
And one by one, the star-eyes wake, the ancient, frosty, bold.
I stand below the vast, black cup, where pinprick fires combust,
And tell myself the gilded lies, the ones I know I must.
I said the choice was forced on me, the hollow word was true;
I swore the bridge I burned was rotten, long past its time, and blue.
I traced the lines of self-defense, a map of righteous claim,
And choked the whisper of the truth, afraid to name its name.
But in the dark, the diamond points are not the casual light;
They are the pupils, wide and cold, that bore into the night.
They see the little, nervous twitch, the flicker of the mouth,
The shaky foundations of the house I built facing the South.
They know the words I spoke to mirrors, the ones I couldn't bear;
The galaxies of honesty, suspended in the air.
They chart the orbit of my doubt, the comet of my fear,
And clock the heavy, slow rotation of the lie I hold so dear.
The celestial surveillance finds no comfort in my plea,
No softening of the stellar glare, no pity cast on me.
Because the eyes that truly watch, that measure all my strain,
Are not the distant, burning suns, but windows in the brain.
And while I gaze upon the heavens, looking for a sign,
The truth I've bottled starts to fizz and crack the glass of mine.
For in the end, it's not the night that catches out my thread,
But knowing that the stars have eyes because I wished them dead.
Memories, like fine wine, sweeten with age,
cavalier ways, appear less defiant.
Yet in life's book, tears saturate the page
marking the times; Hope was non-compliant.
You sense the pain, anxiety, and fear;
start to erode the foundations of trust.
And catch yourself wiping away a tear
while your tinder-heart threatens to combust.
In the game of love, you're easily bluffed,
ignoring the odds, you go all in, blind.
And dreams drift, like a dandelion tuft,
afloat in the back of your conscious mind.
When you gamble on love, you'll likely lose,
while your fragile ego oft bears the bruise.
We fall Hard and steady
Down dimensions unknown
Down, each turn and drop
We turn and tremble, teeming with tingling terrors
Nightmares fuel
Combust and flare outwards until nothing can contain it
We fall
We tumble, down further
Banging, bashing, crashing into oblivion
We tornado outwards, from within
Our hearts break and bend, and release their burdens
They blow like bombs
Our minds burst, and burn like supernovas
Enveloping all that is, and will ever be with blinding light
Eyes scorched and hearts immolated
We climb, turn and tumble
Bumble like buffoons
We soar ever higher, becoming ever lighter
We fly like jet fighters
Higher and higher still
Above the atmosphere
Float… suspended in stillness
Until we blossom and spread like wildfire
Flowering, showering, we sow our stardust seeds
We turn, stumble, and reach
We fall, like meteors, into each other’s orbit
Until collapse
The grave of the unspoken
The evil spirit sat on its chair,
Spewing a venom that poisoned the air.
Ready to spontaneously combust at any time.
The folk walked in silence, faces turned low,
or it swallow their light and teach them to grow,
Into the hatred that hollowed their chest,
A soul that could never find beauty or rest.
It only crept out in the dead of the night,
Searching to feast on any flicker of light;
It lived to attack, to wound, and to maim,
Until it was consumed by its own bitter flame.
It died in the trap of the darkness it made,
Now a prisoner now of a self-dug glade.
It haunts the graveyard, hungry and cold,
Seeking a spirit to break and to hold.
But there is a shield for the innocent soul:
To keep your heart steady, to keep yourself whole.
You may know one the same.
Never visit its grave, never speak of its name,
Just huff, cross yourself quickly and extinguish its claim.
Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade
with the relish to ravish ravaging
every fiber
Conceived in the throes of passion
My conception is my perception of life
Woven into my being
I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania
Obsession of desire hysteria
My cacoethes: gratification gratified
Thus, I scintillate sparks
Riding on my satin flares
They captivate your stare
You see me
Feeling the heat of sultry flame
You want to play scorch torch game
So your reach out to touch
Mere kindling in my blazing wake
You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake
Convulsing in temptation’s torment
You combust to lust
Consummating till consumed
Eliciting my passion flower bloom
In opulent oriental room
You swoon
Exertion exhausted
Gratification’s glory gained
Having tasted my reign
Revived, you leave
Yet…
My image I’ve seared
On your flesh and mind
Branded, you’ll find
Your way back to me
Slave to my passion's decree
You’ll come to me
And I retreat
Enshrouded once more
In virgin layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
of reason and understanding
Biding my time
when sensuality sublime
calls me
to bloom in her red flame
~*~*~*~again~*~*~*~
Eileen Manassian
This is a repost that has over a thousand views. Just trying to remind myself of the glory days. I seem to be unable to write at the moment....and poets can be a strange lot. If you don't post...you're forgotten, at least by most. The feeding frenzy is for words..and if you're empty, you are neglected. I'm glad I have friends who visit my older works even when I'm not around. I need to cultivate this spirit in my life because I know what it's like not to be visited....
In the depths of Winter one December night
As my thoughts slept I awoke in delight
For at the end of my bed was what I'd always dreamed
He was tall of stature, just as my hopes seemed
His outstretched hand beckoned my rise
Standing before him looking into his eyes
I could see he had passion and a warmth for the dark
When he touched me so, he left his mark
In a broken dialect, with a Latin trace
I could sense gestures of welcome as I stand in his grace
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We sit together as his language turns to mine
Declaring me his second for now it's our time
We must summon his legions from the depths of this earth
To do this we must sacrifice to make the dark worth
He touches me again as my birth voice turns to black
A change in me I now feel, my allegiance to never lack
This devil so called to me immaculate to any man
To extinguish the light to be his master plan
As we step into the night, the earth opens like deep sores
His masses now march to spread darken spores
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Standing together we are, whilst his legions look on
Above us ravens and crows circle, deterring the light from being strong
He raises his fist drawing black clouds from the blue
Whilst his flocks of dark angels into the distance they flew
For they are his eyes as they patrol darkening skies
To seek out the light of which we despise
This man now my master turns to his legions and declares
If it shines like a light, no one is to be spared
The hill we now stand on, glows of crimson red
For the day has come that the earth has dread
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On chariots of fire winged serpents follow
Spewing out their flames, many villages swallowed
Silhouettes combust in momentary capture
Whilst the dark march on, in death plunder rapture
His ultimate aim is to turn day into night
Extinguish the light and turn the dark to the right
Heaven and Hell to be absorbed for the one
I am no longer second, for I am his son
Days, weeks and months, turned into decades of fear
Earth now lies spent, too arid for tears
Written 10/7/2010 4:51:00 PM
Teary eyed trying to understand the hate in disguise
a energetic fear of abandonment help veil those lies
I am fed up with this frequency of control and hate
people are so prone to believe authentic love is a bait
unconditional love given they reject and distrust it
accustomed to conditional lovers with a kindness skit
honestly, love is universal and don't have a disguise
It don't judge, reject, harm, control or even denies
unconditional love will not have your heart like a yoyo
dealing with a conditional lovers playing Marco Polo
abused minds conditioned to accept what is given
limited; not knowing it's a bigger agenda of riven
I know being mind, body, soul, and child of love
whether it is from below, mid-heaven or above
embodying love with great intentions for self and all
spreading love no matter the circumstantial call
targeted because that's my mission in this lifetime
plenty of road blocks, but hate has pivot me this time
homeless staying in the cold, but I still offer love to all
help has been hinder/halted so I can stop, regret, and fall
my whole family abused me with many manipulated blames
I will always love them; not allow hate combust into flames
what ever force that uses vessels to instill hateful behavior
they are forgiven knowing controlling my emotions is my savior.