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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)

 

Pain

I have learned to wade into the shallow waters of pain.

To recognize my reflection in its murky waves

letting my body, weighless to its power

surrender to this undulating will


I bare witness as my ego sinks to the bottom, 

feeding the ravenous hunger that fill it

dying a little from this  unwanted surrender.

I claw at life, 

at joy,

holding on,

searching for respite. 

Hoping against these insistent waters

to find revival in its depth.

for nourishment to fill my soul, in this place

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)

 

Freedom

She wore her weakness like a badge of honor
Sporting the finery that each weakened moment

had etched about her.

Beautifully broken lines
Woven intricately into the fabric of her body,
She had no need for gold and diamonds
For she found it within herself,
Smelting her circumstances
Sharpening her existence
to become her own hero,
Digging though the mud to find her nirvana.
Her weakness, her pride,

her Freedom.

(A.k17)