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The door opens.
And a shadow looms.
That’s the one!
A hand is given.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
Its all as grand as the other.
Desperation does not discriminate.
Nor greed, nor desire, nor hunger.
All is welcome!
A bright light leads the way.
I look ahead.
Below the shield lay not poison, but medicine.
It tastes terrible.
But I take it.
The light goes out and darkness looms.
This medicine is harsh!
It tastes terrible.
It is hard to take.
But I take it.
For it supports me.
It gives me power, strength and ability.
The ability to both survive and strive.
As I consume each dose, it hits me.
The hard blow consumes me.
I lay down bare, still and let it absorb me.
It runs through my body, inside my body.
But this medicine is not good.
For the moment it gives me what I need.
In the long term, the side effects are too much to bear.
I must quit.
But how?
By now the addiction ravishes me.
It both heals me and destroys me.
That’s it, cold turkey.
I quit.
In the shower I crawl.
To drown my misery and wash away my sins.
It is the longest shower of my life!
No matter how hard I scrub,
No matter how much soap I use,
No matter how clean and shiny I look.
And no matter how fresh and rosey I smell,
I look in the mirror and remember the addiction I once had.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
That medicine made it easy and quicker for me to treat myself.
But I was right.
I did not need that medicine.
For without it, it was in deed slower.
But I was was strong.
Paper, metal, plastic.
It’s all the same.
It might not be as grand,
But….
Paper, metal, plastic.
The basic elements are still there.
The mirror shows my reflection.
The addict I once was.
No matter how much it helped me,
Without it I am strong and healthy.
I feel strong.
I feel healthy.
I survived.
The cravings festers, it so feels like yesterday, its a day without seeing the peace assuring facial, mounting to two in my wholesome, wonder where you are when I miss you this much, like a smoker the cravings ravishes my patience, with everything around me triggering my every crave, can't keep up, my patience collapses
so much in my mind at work, imagining, wish to insert my hand and touch what my mind put to memory, sad i can't, feel crippled by the impossibility. The fresh breath of your aroma, like morning breeze, rattling of leaves dzamn your royal highness why though?,
hear the waves of your voice making currents in my distanced imagination, the yearning shuts my attention booths one after the other, please rush to my presence before everything turns pitch black and numb, its you my current situation remedy, and nobody else, for I'm nobody else's but yours
something in me its out of form, though i fail to tell what it could be, please come fix my amorphousness in sanity, with part of me in sinking, sinking to your absence, what nature can be against us now of all the time, where could you be? my heart ask
its all void in my steadiness, wanna touch you, wanna feel your fingers melting down my spinal, wanna hold your breath in my lungs as you lay on my chest feeding life to my whole body through your eyes, but you are nowhere near,
realising your absence, takes away my here and now, feel crippling forces of being incomplete taking over my pulse, I'm leaning on stuttering beats, please save me from you, for this overwhelms my whole,
I'm caught in this dungeon of longing, longing for my heart belonging, Your royal highness command my mind to harmony, I just wanna be by your range, its all arid and without here, without you, I'm without, without you
#Poetic_Ink
In the tummy
Of gray matter
A grinder of ghostly gushes
Sends down
A pulse, cunning, brutal and nutty
And the skull’s
Soft mass………….
Booty to desert vultures
Pulling apart and tearing
What not, nerves
Otherwise steely, so to say
But noodles……
To woodpecker.
The bulged torch’s ugly show
Even the lamps dim—a cry
One wishes for prolonged turn
Of not dim voltage
Of but total shut down
For the light is oh! But so malicious.
And the bag of bunches alone
Raises the voice, calls the pulse
‘Idiot’
Of the muscles at the neck
Held in cage of cactus dry
And the bullet’s spiky head
Makes the eyes to bleed
Yet the poor flow un traced
Like a mosquito held in traffic mess.
The factory of jammed wheels
Running poorly deep into the skull
No pill or potion
Satiates the lust of devil
That ravishes the nerves
Right at the square,
Leaves undone the tattered skin
Of not chest, but of brain,
Makes fool of us
For we rely on
Doctor’s vague reason
Yet they push their pills
Deep into our poor stomach
To grab our fee
Poor Lot…………….
In nuisance, often I
Pluck the hair out
Till the bald head protests
And I do burn my fingers
On that hot plate
Or often over that silently burning candle
Yet into these eyes
Stay a nail of pains
And in despair I do often
Turn to music
But the strings of my guitar
Fail to find a tune
And in hope I sip
The hot coffee
But in mug too big
Yet no way
The devil leaves
In utter lunacy
Often I with trembled hands
Begged for tranquiller
But alas! No relief
Till I bow before the Mighty God
And weep bitterly
And often the nose
Leaves the space for the flow
Like a traffic cob suddenly
Appears in the mess
And makes the wheels to move
For the next episode
What craftiness?
I’m the unchained melody hidden within your
Inner soul, the lustful beating heart that ravishes
The male beneath submission’s wrath, leaving nothing
To remain but ashes of erotic residue behind.
I’m the lunar temptress, illuminating thy forbidden desires
By the moonlights influx, a translucent being shimmering
Between enchantments silken sheets of fantasy.
Wants gypsy rose of paradise, shaking my private tambourine,
For the golden bangles of my mid-night lover,
The highway man who’s stolen my heart’s pleasure,
And has left me aching for more.
The nineties twenties flapper, a dime a dance,
For a whirlwinds romance, your hotsy totsy baby,
Lost in the rhythm of the wild, reckless abandonment
Of music’s seduction beat.
Behold I’m the unsheathed rose thorn exposed,
The flickering of candle light burning at both ends,
The untied ribbons, releasing the loose tresses of
Locks of raven hair, that covers the moon at twilight’s
Hour of passion.
Salvation’s untamed spiritual descendant, casting
My vials of temptation to the winds of desert,
As grains of sand, that turns golden as they land,
At the feet of humanity’s thresholds bed chamber.
A glittering jewel of the Nile, sailing the isles
Of fertility beyond the ages, towards the shores
Of infinity within your arms my beloved pharaoh,
I your Egyptian slave, to be commanded at your
Whim’s wish.
Who am I, you ask in a night’s hushed whisper,
The one whom truly loves thee, just ask me and
I will become your heart’s desire, your woman of
Fantasy,
Why again you ask, simply put the woman
Dearest beloved that loves you without
Reservations control, for you are the puppet
Master of my inner soul, and I love thee
Beyond reasons understanding.
CONTEST HOTSY TOTSY
02-18-2015
~Trials And Pain~
(Rhyme)
Some folks may choose death over life
In all the midst of their strife
But I've always chosen heartedly
Life because I believe guardedly
That what really define us in the end
Is the choices that we make my friend
Who we choose when we have to face any
Adversity or what we may see as a tragedy.
Who we choose to be and how we react to it
Is what mold us and shapes us every bit
How we respond to each trial and suffering
Is of the utmost importance of our living.
Let's not be dictated against our judgement or stir away
From our goals by other peoples opinions, or events, yea.
Master-minded by life or executed by the ravishes time,
Both which may show us no compassion at all under any clime.
Let's not be mislead or wrongly misguided every day
To act in a rash manner when unfortunate deeds are at play
For our emotions we must master, and not in any way or time be
Controlled by them, for as we know emotions come and flee
So many in our hearts we breed them and often from the world conceal
They may come and go as freely as they please and we may feel.
Our thoughts breath them with life, and shape them in many forms each day.
There's always room for improvement as they are in the sky all the stars,
But you should learn, accept and like yourself, the person that you are.
Love life and embrace it,love yourself every single day to,
Be kind but strong, remember,that in Gods perfect image you were created too,
Trials and pain can break us or help us grow positivity all the way through.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves…
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.
My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear.
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.
Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth,
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.
Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms.
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment.
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.
The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them.
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.
I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.
A closet hangs with ideas from Facebook posts past.
Tags still hang from pretty purchases,
nobody tagged in posts never made.
I sigh as I struggle in arms and poke through my big head.
The hourglass that has flippantly flipped
two hundred and eighty nine thousand times
has not left me it’s salacious shape like it has Michelle.
I wiggle out of wool’s tight hug.
A T-shirt and work worn jeans beacon me
like someone never unfriended.
I apply a layer of vanity,
rimming my eyes in black
a raccoon’s asset, so why not mine?
Red rouge ravishes cheeks that the sun should have.
I wince in weary wonderment as
Jan still looks like twenty Januarys ago.
There’s Tammy, posing perky and proud perfect.
She has a cousin I wished to kiss in kindergarten.
Lovely Lisa, whose husband I did try kissing in first grade.
Wendy is still wily and wild in a winsome way.
Betsy, best in beauty, my childhood cornerstone before chantilly.
Then, holding a two year old friend,
outside my three feet of comfort,
I tap the icon, and wonder momentarily,
why it’s called as such.
Realization hits like the sissy girl I used to be.
Its iconic, this legacy of vanity,
passed from polaroid to paranoid.
I don’t have to shake it and wait, it’s instantaneous.
This face is a fleeting fallacy.
So I lather away the layer of vanity
and return to myself.
I like her better,
and so might he,
so I post.
It’s a wait and see.
Insidiously instructing ignorance inserted into him, now handed down to them,
he preaches to his quire of bemused brethren. “Dispose of you all your belongings
to those who need them most and you shall be delivered paradise.” “Show others
grace and you shall be granted good health in body and spirit.” “Hear what I say
for I say all that is pure and holy.” The Minions scatter secure that their tender
minds have been matured in a matter of moments by this hoodwinking hustler using
the intensity of the eternal as his means of persuasion. On the ride home in his
big ticket BMW the benefactor ravishes his good looks and immense intuition. He
calls his wife with fiction of a late night with much to do. She submits and agrees
to clean and clothe the kids for bed, but before their heads rest on their pillow,
they pray for love and kindness for others just like their father has taught them.
As they lay sleeping unsuspecting of his dirty dealing, the adulterer lies with his
mistress unmoved by their devotion. Years later on his death bed he summons his
siblings for love and affection but now in their older age, they have inherited his
infection. To indifferent to care, to repelled to love, they scoff at his pleads,
and misdeeds, leaving him to face his demons in the same way he has always left
them. Alone.
Form:
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
Caressing every minute curvature and every hair
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
Audaciously meandering enticing scantily afoul
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
With delirious abandon mesmerize and swerve
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Bemused intrigued and fascinated by the petals of a rose
Envious beauteous promiscuous yet virtuously amorous
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Deviously fabulous while tortuous and vaporous
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Your spellbinding perfume renders my heart impetuous
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
Submitted on May 16, 2019 for contest APPLICABLE NOT APPLICABLE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 4TH
on May 3, 2019 for contest MEMORIES OF MAY sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER
and May 13, 2018 for contest THE ESSENCE OF SOFT SHADOWS sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS
There is so much confusion,
Running rapid…
All over the world people
Hating each other because of the color of their skin,
Children dying from poverty,
Elderly dying no mercy
And Lord you reign high
You surpass the compass
And with only in you are we blessed
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
Global warming, ravishes the lands
Antarctica shrinking
Endangered species, civilians waring polices
Hatred wars, turmoil
Satan storms humanity burns
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
My God, My God today I shall always pray
I shall not never spend a minute nor day without you
10/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©