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: poem
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
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
Erotica
Eyes misty green
Raven hair long
Lips round: pink song
Flesh white, skin soft
Nose straight, brow ‘loft
Limbs of grace, gaze of lace
Set to make the heart race
Visage jewelled, hint of shrew
Inspires thoughts so very lewd
A single kiss, a stolen touch
I beg, don’t stop, it’s just too much…
Eros, ablaze
Smirk, amaze
Voice of sin, musk, praise
Lashes darker
Night-marker
Exotic erotica
What’s inside
There is no world but what I show you.
You have no knowledge but what I teach you.
Should you stray from me, you will be lost;
what you learn will make you
destroy yourself.
In your darkness you will search for me.
You believe me a light, although I blind you and cause you pain.
Whether the darkness hurts more, you cannot tell.
Perhaps they are one and the same?
One can only try to find their way
but what you look for sinks you further
into a time you have come to loathe.
And you continue to seek a sanctuary
which you know there is,
but not for you.
And when it seems to be day, with the promise of full moon on the horizon, you wonder whether your blackness is not the whole cause of night.
Is it the fault of outside too? As the tree that bears fruit begins to slow…
Still you fight for an emancipation that you are not certain exists.
All you do is all you can, but what you can proves not enough, because you strayed.
Though inevitable, you do not stop to consider.
It is not in your nature.
You won’t confess.
You strayed, and so on the inside is where you’ll stay.
Lost
Door of promise, of freedom
from the black that envelops the room.
Before me, tempting tempest
glows white as yonder moon.
The way is shut to me;
no reprieve, no escape.
Yearning for light of mind and soul,
though it may yet be too late.
No time for liberal liberties
or open air for opened lungs.
No chance to clamber from the cave;
no ladder, no rungs.
Door locked, sound mute.
Beseeching goes unheard.
Attempt to share your silence
and you will be named absurd.
Blinding dark, deafening quiet.
I wonder “where am I?”
“Where am I going?”
Searching for a place to lie.
I go to a shore of peace and war
where I have nothing to keep.
Not a worry or a care.
Close my eyes to sleep.
Little Fool
Thrilled and persistent
A Princess with spindle spool
Believes she is doing something right
Beautiful Little Fool
Love, danger, passion
Disregard the rules
Happy, safe – for now
Silly Little Fool
Alone and melancholy
Searching for blue, calm, cool
Clinging on to already gone
Sad Little Fool
Sinking further downwards
No longer bonded dual
Battling rude awakening
Fool, Fool, Fool
Coloured white
I was a simple child
of a white girlhood.
Daisy-coloured white.
A time and place of innocence
now so very far from sight.
I became a proper maiden,
graced with white virginity.
A name rightly coloured white.
None could speak an ill word
of a heavy heart of light.
I am now a young bride
from a life blacked white,
in a dress coloured white,
prepared to wed-lock my soul.
None know of my red-white.
Coloured black, red, white…
“No! Coloured white!”
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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