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Written: July 5th 2024 For Edward Ibah contest
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We didn't wish to climb afar and face rattlesnakes.
Sanguine torrents cling to an impact for life's sake.
A ferrous soul gulps to be coveted as I decry.
Pearl Rivulets will smile if my name arises after I die.
Horrific epiphany may I be an independent man?
Having the charm of a heart to incite a warm span.
How could I escape the cryptic cenotaph misery?
And how my life can brim vermilion vesication jittery.
Escorting as a scarlet orb underneath the surface?
A rebellious breach of nectar threatens my life.
That elevated me from Venus thrall to strife.
Yet the battle was doomed to fail furnace.
O bestow upon me a heart of gold.
Through the tangled web of stings, withhold
And relieve the pollen pain that keeps me down.
Raising the radius of a field by slowing the iris crown.
I have a jar of venom at Fastigium or Acme.
Pulchritude lips fall on a mirror in front of her.
Etching her jailed irade within a tenebrous lair.
I can't bear her veil of solipsism to drag me.
My feral nature shatters reality into a kaleidoscope.
None will offer a free zenith or a thrilling scry scope.
I will be driven into styx abyss if I sit and dream.
Rage will ruin me as soft linen on the insane seam.
Ferrous flavor fetches my soul into a frightful scoff.
My zenith is over; I am ready for an elf metamorph.
My lost spirit is drifting away in the maelstrom.
After pure bliss, it's time to escape this chthonic dorm.
I am aware
How the stars shine in her eyes,
Like pools of black waters for a mage to scry.
How the wind blows softly when-
She, in her graceful darkness
Raised her arms to the heavens
Casting the clouds aside
To let my eyes gaze in awe of the starry night.
I am aware
Of the depth of her heart
How her darkness consumes her light and
Her light consumes her dark.
How in her very being, I see
The Universe in all its glory.
I am aware
Of her tired eyes
As she sat in solitude
Singing the songs I have only heard in dreams.
How we float in an unending sea of darkness
'We'--balls of energy, darkness and light.
How we live on
Though our bodies have died.
I am aware
Of her heart
That felt none of the world
How in her last days
She had smiled for she had lived.
And once again with starry eyes
She turned to me with a jaded smile:
"I am no longer Human".
My consciousness,
Entangled with every being in existence
Since I first heard her voice.
And still today
While drifting off to deep slumbers, I hear-
The songs she had sung-
That appeared and disappeared
Within my forgotten dreams.
I am Your poetry,
the words that warm tide your body,
the pen that presses deep into pulsing paper,
kissing the chaos away from moods of mind that static flicker,
I am your poetry,
born to be the Angel ink you drink,
a taste that flavors your lust fire sinless sultry,
intoxication of obsession spilling true love beyond sanity...
I am your simplicity,
honest moisture in the corner of your open eye,
the Midnight lip bite that awakens desire to breathe deeply,
I overcome questions with answers making your heart joy cry,
My voice proving through vibrational pull I'm Your's exclusively,
I am your tangible simplicity to scry,
hold me as a living prophecy,
I am no secret, I am love's answer to Why...
I am your therapy,
my mouth strong on the center node of your neurodivergant bloom personality,
embracing empatheticly moods unfairly forebode
by a society frightened by a woman's life fire energy,
I am your therapy caressing the code,
learning together a pillar of our love be fidelity,
the psychometrics satisfied to certify our love be never cold...
I am Your fantasy,
the match lit red diamond head
with one lick unleashing your sweet oil wick fury,
a combustion that spreads relentlessly to be fed,
I am your fantasy surging shamelessly,
Your refined nails know my name and I bleed,
a beautiful beast you become, I do not plead, I serve ecstacy,
the truth has teeth, our bodies climax in pure speed...
I am Your Victory,
Your Champion undaunted by the Devil,
I worship your star, kissing the scar, cradling heart teary,
You meet Me on the level of love believing in the eternal,
I am your Victory, a phoenix ready,
You congratulate Me for devotion unconquerable,
My lips touch your hand sure,
You and I forever married...
J.A.B.
phoenix ready,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmZ2S7jRFXY
At the edge of the moon there is a sigh that waits for you
its been placed there by the longings of my very soul
as the memory of our dawn still lingers through your scent
I scry upon your pillow, the words "I love you"
again and again
As the ocean calls me back to where our longings once began
the eagles of the evening soar through volition tinted skies
and bringing telegrams of love to you they quiet in the air
while I walk the beach mile after mile, in search of you
again and again
Beloved one make room for me for I am longing to be free
of earthly plain and thoughts insane that render me still
Seashells whisper in the sand of secrets that we've kept
of summer days well spent, before I felt you far remote
again and again
I come back to this quiet alcove where our hearts first met
and while the stars hurl their light into the evening sky
I sit by the beach and draw a logogram of your sweet name
hoping that it will draw you here anew, time after time
again and again.
I must keep my mind open wide,
as I know not the final score,
and take the days within my stride,
whilst I wait for ever more.
I found someone who expanded my heart,
my desires, my needs and my plans,
I do not know if we will stay apart,
and she makes me a better man.
I still smile while she infects my mind,
even though I'm filled with tears,
for she is sweet, beautiful and kind,
and I waited for her many years.
I pine and yearn just to see her now,
it burns and tears me to shreds,
I leave a space, it's hers somehow,
every night within my bed.
I must have hope, I must stay calm,
for true love can never just die,
optimistic scope to hold her in my arms,
although I discover naught when I scry.
I feel a hollow emptiness,
emerging from my head and chest,
but I have faith so I must digress,
to the fact she is truly the best.
If I am wrong and she does not come back,
I will never take another,
she is my song, my muse, my heart attack,
she was my perfect lover.
I held too tight and she could not breathe,
this fact between us goes unspoken,
if she does not return then I truly believe,
that this world is utterly broken.
I keep my mind open wide,
Though I know not the final score,
but my misery is very hard to hide,
while I wait for ever more.
Weird Witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton toast and burnt butter toast.
Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles
Witty Witch showing black magic, doing miracles.
Ghostly Gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window.
Moon cast ghostly shadow os shrubs in adjacent meadow.
Vigorous going on scry Halloween Dance.
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Violent Viper always hyper continue shedding tears
' I love you , Dear' to whisper close to my ears.
Wicked Witch danced in guise of Fairy.
Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
Emerald eyed Mini Cat chased macro mouse.
arranging party in dark haunted log house.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire.
gifting , a shiny sapphire : Me ! About to expire.
Vultures and Hawks coming in flocks ringing gingle bells.
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain
I don't want to be a processed human
warm thumpads on click screen
cant put my hands in my pcokets
pockets filled with sand
cup of dirt by my table
Orange fire tree, a beauty, shivers in gray
I am not aware of me
when nature bears to see its swaying leaves
there's glory in the metal squeak of a guitar string
feel dead wood, relief, plastic wrapped child roses
Smell the green on harvested before bloom
The blood crust on my ear
monstrous scratching between straw hair of a dead scalp makes me want to rip skin out
Ocean water take me there but i hear electric of cars every step
bushes square
trees baby leaves
bloomed too late to turn green
Watch a movie set in italy you feel the vibrations of the screen
make your face red; silent scream
pop ups, plastic warmth
cling to the radiator through polyester, spine compressed and half your bed taken by an amass of wires and clunk: heavy mess to project reality
My veins pump blood spray when cut
I'm a real human transmitting consciousness through things i never knew
drained my energy in this scry mirror: to be human is selfish, AI helps with all but takes root to steal yourself and sell it back to you
I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0
A speck on the glass a reflection of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still and so brand new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light, refracted conduit
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .