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

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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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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)

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)

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)