bold

You are too bold, they said. 


Do my words sting?

does your blood rise from fury from the flow of truth uncouth?

does my release from years of tormented silence shrivel your manhood?

does the blood coursing from my ripened tongue turn your flesh cold?


Look,

bear witness

as the color gushes forth unbidden from this ocean

 

(A.k17)

Once upon a time

Once upon a time,

I carried spring within me;

revival and renewal grew harmoniously in my core,

birthing hope on the daily.

For i housed Gaya.


Now My curse makes its home on my shores, 

Making camp, as it tears gleefully into my soul.

For How long will you stay?

For how long will i entertain this guest, 

serving tea and sweets to this thing

will i be held captive in this place like the prayer beads hold captive ones blessings? 


Is this home?

or will my soul find freedom

taking flight like the birds of the air do?


Am i forever to be courted by this thing,

embracing it, 

making a home,

sharing its bed like forlorn lovers?


My mystic will you stay silent?

Will you rob me of respite.

Relieve me of this curse 

(Ak.17)

 

Mine

GIVE ME BACK MY LIFE!

Give to me the passion that unfurled within and burned the ground in its wake

 the tears that broke many a heart…

Give me the years of  hope laden breaths,

the odes and prayers that escaped my lips,

whipping my spirit into shape.


Cloak me with my pride,

that i may  be armed against the tyrant lips of the outside. 

Give the love that was once mine;

a brief moment, lost in time..

Give me court to glimpse his eyes to satiate my soul

to drown in that soul that so engulfed me. 

Give me my life

for i do not recognize the footprints that follow my shadow

(N.k16)

She watched as the tear rolled down her mothers leathery face, 

wondering if her fathers vices had  followed him home

again…

wondering if the smell on his loins and shirt caused her mothers core shake uncontrollably… 

if the vows before the creator amused his court..

She wondered if she bore her fathers vice within her bones, imprinted on her soul;  

fed daily by the glances thrown her way, 

the slight touch of a hand, 

a knowing smile.

SHe wondered

if she would become the tears her mother shed

 (A.k16)