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He laid next to her, incognizant and numb.
His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color.
Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the 'white girl'.
His blue eyes long since faded to a light bleak gray.
His un-kept auburn hair is weighted down with natural oil and perspiration.
In their relationship, they were self contain and relentless.
They both were destined entities with shared infinity of fortitude.
Even with opposite personalities and culture, they were an adhesive pair.
She was strikingly beautiful, a goddess with piercing brown eyes. Eyes that told a tale of misery and pain.
Her tall curvaceous slender frame moves about gracefully, like a beautiful black swan. These were the thoughts that he entertained himself while waiting for the euphoria to devour him.
The dome light in the ceiling along with the wall scones brought a howling glow against her honey color skin.
He fancied that she was even more beautiful in the morning light or was it the evening sunset, as swift the day passes with her.
Black as a raven's plume was the color of her hair.
It was long and wavy and it contoured her beautiful face.
He was enchanted with her from the first moment they met.
He knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her,
Even now while they were on the moon.
Even now while he is romancing the 'white girl', his love for her staid true.
The ecstasy from the 'white girl' pales in comparison to the passion he had for her.
She was his infinite reason for living, his breath, his sun, his clinging song.
In this restless world, when so many things were unsure, she will forever be his.
She moved softly against him.
She whispered, come take me.
It was blissful
copyright 2016 Torsional Storm
kiss away my pain
let the poisoned lies drain
your lips have healing balm
to bring the calm
into my soul
make me whole
kiss away every trace
of pain on my face
kiss away every lie
that he said to make me cry
kiss away every pain
that drives me near insane
Yes, please....
kiss away my pain
caress away the hurt
clear away all the dirt
left by his love untrue
all I need is you
your loving hands can heal
can help my heart to feel
what it means to desired
caress to bless the tired
caress every desire
caress, ignite the fire
caress to bring to life
caress away the strife,
yes, please
caress away the hurt
embrace away my shame
of being caught in the game
knowing I've been used
feeling so abused
embrace away my shame
make the demons docile, tame
Embrace away the shame...
in the crook of your arm
safe from every harm
let me lie and let me be
in prelude to ecstasy
in the wanton wetness, free
Yes, please
Embrace away my shame
love away the grime
the blood of betrayal's crime
oh, love it all away
Right this moment, now, today
Love away the grime
make me incognizant of time
like no one has done before
give me love more and more
as I lie beneath you bare
Touch me just everywhere
as my eyes close in delight
let my fantasies take flight
bring the tears to my eyes
as you free me from each disguise
Bring sweet release to me
the woman I was meant to be
Yes, please
Love away the grime
healing is what I need
the love sick woman to be freed
love me with madness, greed
plant deep the lover's seed
my wanton cravings feed
and bandage where I bleed
Yes, please
kiss away my pain
caress away my hurt
embrace away my shame
Love away the grime
heal me
heal
me
Eileen Manassian
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
there is no utopia
therefore don’t toil to find one
all mortals will someday go there
no one knows where that place is
since this world is dystopia
i like to go and live my life where
no one who looks like me stalks the streets
while looking down on me with contempt
but not heterotopia
because the creatures of the sphere
won’t accept a stranger from another world
or simply ignore me just like incognizant of the invisible man
my utopia is apollutopia
once it existed but now is lost
therefore i can walk not in the world of the imaginary
but where i can share nostalgic memoirs with no fear
Note. Apollutopia is a compound word from Greek, apollomi and topos, created for this poem. Which means Lost Place.
Mornings In July
Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life