maGIC~

I brew magic everyday

on this ebony canvass divine

Wringing ugliness,

destitution and death from this body of mine

I have kissed every crevice,

spoken lovingly to the darkened parts, 

serenaded it under the starry moonlight

and awoke it with kisses at dawn…

i have loved myself to life,

with every birth and breath of mine,

to have you rip me apart again.

(A.k17)

strenGTH

He hated it. The strength of my tongue

like he taught me to tame it. The fire that burned beneath my chest….

like he taught me to make a feast of my mother’s silence. 


This wanton tongue of mine, 

fashioned from the oppressed eyes and sighs of the supple bodies

sharpened edges doused in the tears of my women passed. 


Yeah 

This tongue will no longer hold this weight. 

She will soar free with no fear.

(A.k17)

BeD

On this bed…..

i have tasted those lips,

sealed our fortunes with a thousand kisses.

I traced your very lifeline with my tongue,

etched my name on your being,

now you wear my imprint on your soul

Adorned to the heavens with my wiles


On this bed…

I have choked on your distance 

cowered from your heated malice…

i have bitten down on this tongue that once pleasured you…


On this bed.

i watch your strangeness make a home

On this bed.

(A.k17)

luXury

I do not have the luxury you see,

A foreign soul in this ancient continent

to dance my wiles away.

See my worries accompany me as i sip this drink….

The hopes of my parents sidle next to me,

intertwining their aching fingers with mine, drowning all else as i try to loose myself in this dance.


My only escape,

Your mouth on mine…breath on skin…sweet respite.


But alas

i do not have the luxury to linger in this sweet place…

For i am burdened by my parents prayers

dragged even to the concrete jungle.

for you see, my respite has no place here,

in this foreign continent i tread on.

(A.k17)

birtH

I will make of these weary bones, 

creaking and fragile to the touch,

sweet melodies from beyond Valhalla.


Music of life shall i make from the embers of Death;

conjuring sweet poetry from these ashes

to sate you.

From these cinders,

will your soul will get its fill.

Yes, 

within these embers,

 ambrosia shall burst forth.

(A.k17)

Life

At  the deafening sounds of doubts, 

I beat my chest, 

rousing this feeble heart…

speaking Life into it

in hopes that i do not drown in my fallibility


I tell it lovingly,

You have been validated, 

with a thousand galaxies, 

exploding, imploding within 

Birthing new life with each breath

bringing you to this space of beatified worth. 


You ripped through space and time

breaking nothingness to bring your very essence to life

why shrivel from the forces that spew fire at you?


Do you not know you are light personified?

(A.k17)