Honey

i will not dip my words in honey 

for you 

sugar coating 

my eye rolls at your bigotry. 

No. 

I will not play party

as your cruelty takes center stage. 

I will not eat my silence when 

i will hold you accountable 

to your heralded promises to me. 

I for damn sure 

will not plead the 5th

relegating my freedom to those hands 

dipped in blood. 

I am worth more than 

these pendulum swings

A.k18

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W-`ounds

In the simplest of moments
and stillness of many a starry nights
old wounds reopen
standing in between our here and there
between our trauma and rebirth
between never ending death and life

A.k 17

LighT

for how long will you strike your home,

feeling as the darkness spill onto this carpet.

You’ve cursed yourself at the behest of this darkness,

 this atrocious thing you insist on carrying,

that you forgot the call of Light you carry

Did it make your being bloom and glow at this insistent strike

Do you not feel its sheer terror at your breathing Light?

Hold on….

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D-ar-k-Ne-ss

you’ve pierced yourself till you bleed, 

willing the darkness out of you, 

till all you had was the light you so desperately sought.

You’ve let your soul stay imprisoned in this place for so long 

Tell me did you find pleasure, 

so why cling to it? 

do you not know the darkness sits afraid of you

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Wish

I wish i didn’t feel the way i do for you.  

That dreams of you do not follow me into the dead of the night…

that the embers of dawn did not carry your name in their midst


I have prayed that your kiss was not the nourishment i crave, 

that your touch wasn’t the calm to my soul

That we never made fire, 

that these scalding tears were not real 


But most of all, i wish you didn’t have to leave me…

Again…

The wOmen

The women before me, 

the wives,

ministers,

Shamans,

teachers

the echelons, 

the leaders…

the ones who made a feast of their silence on the daily

bowing at the altar that is their husbands


The ones who pierced the night

beckoning their husbands from the dark,

cleansing their palates from the bitter aftertaste of lust lugged home by their husbands


These women 

they live in me

their silence fires my soul

emboldens my passion and stride 

strengthening me in hours of doubt..

for them i carry the torch of life 

(A.k 17)

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)