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: writer
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
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
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