BeD

On this bed…..

i have tasted those lips,

sealed our fortunes with a thousand kisses.

I traced your very lifeline with my tongue,

etched my name on your being,

now you wear my imprint on your soul

Adorned to the heavens with my wiles


On this bed…

I have choked on your distance 

cowered from your heated malice…

i have bitten down on this tongue that once pleasured you…


On this bed.

i watch your strangeness make a home

On this bed.

(A.k17)

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)

p_I-E-t~Y

I come from a tribe of sex-less women

women who drown in the pools of birth and piety to keep a man

Women who balk at the call of their innate need…

need to feed the goddess that reside within them


I come from this place 

where self-indulgence spells harlot 

where fucking mocks piety

The piety of bearing a seed in this sin


I come from this place 

where pleasure demands immediate cleansing, 

to wash this scent of life itself, clean


I exist in this place where my desires reflection stands like a stranger 

An affront to my eyes

(N.k17)

Madness

Today i awoke,

Awoke with madness sleeping beside me

fingers intertwined as the day beckoned. 


I feel it,

dancing,

Moving like a wind beneath this flesh,

from the bottom of my feet to the core of my soul;

Restlessly causing my joyfulness.


Bursting around the seams you are,

Spilling uncontrollably about darkened crevices

Hurling joy at the dead spaces of my life.


I feel you

Your fire, consuming my death

Reducing this accursed existence to ashes

Calling Life, beyond the Grave,

Rising gloriously like a phoenix from the ashes,

soaring in the heavens

In search of the divine.


I feel your love

Discarding the dirt accumulated by the whims of the world

Cleansing me fully

Pulling me closer to renewal…

In this madness. I am finding divinity

I am weakened by this maddening Joy

(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

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)