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

A.k 17

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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)

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)

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)

 

In the midst of wolves my heart sought solace

home washed over me, held me captive in this sweet embrace.


Peace followed this untamed wildness

as we serenaded eachother with sickly tales…

delighting in wounded carcasses 

prowling for it in the midst of the nebulous night.


Till the thirst filled their throats,

choking their nostrils,

till they bayed for it 

clawing at my back…deeper and deeper

till my heart beats no more, finding its dark solace in this place

(A.k17)