Give me my dagger, beloved.
See the days pass where I
do not use it.
Inshallah
nights will follow where it remains
untouched,
guarding our door
while we dream.
Tag: creative writing
Taunting
Here I sit in my own hell
with sorrows coursing strong.
Sallow blood in vengeance tells me
“you do not belong”.
28/9/11
Waves
Of love, here is what I may tell you:
tread lightly upon the sands that spell the time of the heart.
Let no weight press too firmly against the slipping grains in hope –
waters churn away all.
These endless waves
keep perfect balance.
27/9/11
No Meaning
Wolves howl danger in my hear
Ringing clear, drawing near
For the pain and for the fear
I cannot stop.
To remain is to kindle fire
Burning flame, rise ever higher
Call me wretched, name me liar
I cannot stop.
Though panic strikes me fair
And I feign a lack of care
There is suddenly no air
I cannot stop.
Left to ponder and to pine
After dream, never mine
Cursing the slow pass of time
I cannot stop.
Now I roil and I ache
With a want of no good slake
Pray for me, for pity’s sake
I cannot stop.
Heart beating ever faster
In the wake of such disaster
Impulsive always of no master
I cannot stop.
Through my suffering and my keening
There leaves no other answer seeming
Without you there is no meaning
I cannot stop.
Downfall
Brick decays, wood has rot
Time takes back what’s lusty got
Dreams built high begin to fall
Wasted sweat of man withal
Rivers rage, man stands amazed
At fury set to wrought and raze
Sand falls free in measuring light
Speeding against inking night
Seeming grandour now grows withered
Against a tempest to be weathered
With courage, valour, and metal true
Stained with mass of blood-red hue
For angels whisper feathered thoughts
Calling men from foreign ports
Who sip warmed honey given them
By whores and wives of wide harem
Where streets are strewn with tainted gold
Earned from countless bodies sold
The sun sets: take heart, and fear not
Brick decays, wood has rot
To my beloved husband
You saved me
from the misery of an unspeakable fate to which I had condemned myself.
With an open heart
you tenderly invited me along a journey that would be none but ours.
A pool of memories
swells before us: clear, deep, irreplaceable.
A love story
have you woven for me, with threads of silken embrace.
I am warmed
in the sure cloak of your love, unending and true.
With ginger steps
I wandered into womanhood: that place where our souls entwined.
To my beloved husband,
once lost, I am found…
beside you I am crowned.
Dragon
Black leather-hided dragon,
you do not ask to take your prey.
Like, as you lust after me
meet no resistance. I obey.
A willing offering I am, for you
to tantalize with teeth and tongue.
Teach me verity of fiery embrace
while I am beautiful! While I am young!
The quickening of my heart, it gives
no thought to the coming dawn.
With you this night, aflame am I:
in fire, I am re-born.
Trespass
Our Father, who art in heaven,
thank you for this life.
For all its many peaks and troughs
and words that slice and knife.
Hallowed be Thy name, my Lord-
Thy Kingdom truly come.
Stay those who would but interfere
in battle, before it’s won.
Thy will be done on this earth, Lord
as it is in Your pearly Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread:
Give strength to say what need be said.
And above all, Forgive us our trespasses,
though we may not forgive in kind.
Intrusion does not easily slip
from present reasoned mind.
Lead us not into temptation, Lord,
but deliver us from evil.
And Witness, who would have thought
that now We’re truly equal!
Amen.
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