PaIn

See…

I was birthed from pain

Formed in the very depths of the universe.

i laid within her  

drinking of her,

nursing at her teat. 


See…. 

i sharpened my spirit for the battle that is this Life, 

laying in wait to make it my footstool.

But nothing, 

nothing, 

prepared me for the war that lay within your arms

(A.k17)

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)

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)

p_I-E-t~Y

I come from a tribe of sex-less women

women who drown in the pools of birth and piety to keep a man

Women who balk at the call of their innate need…

need to feed the goddess that reside within them


I come from this place 

where self-indulgence spells harlot 

where fucking mocks piety

The piety of bearing a seed in this sin


I come from this place 

where pleasure demands immediate cleansing, 

to wash this scent of life itself, clean


I exist in this place where my desires reflection stands like a stranger 

An affront to my eyes

(N.k17)

Silk

I have grown accustomed it. 

the sumptuousness of this silk 

 Each intricately strewn thread vibrating on the plains of consciousness

each weave, heavy with pain.


I have made my peace with it. Somehow.

The euphoria stealing its way to my life,

closing its hands upon my heart..

Numbing all else

electrifying the dead thing i insist on having.


I  feel the cleansing each tear bring;

underneath the cover of this sumptuousness

 this transformative call,

this reciprocity of life residing in death.


So now i wait,

watching, 

breathing

feeling,

as my wings spout forth from this cleansing

making me whole

(Ak.17)