As Lovers Do…

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Too Dark to See

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Disillusionment

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Rush of jumbled sensations

Got leveled by reasonable thoughts

Carried by the kiss of grand gentle drafts

That beamed the face like an old magician

Who had discovered overt and covert tricks

 

Pangs of constant disgrace

Receded like a ship on the shore

Feeling had never been reflected before

It was a hale and hearty star filled nighttime

Gleaming eyes carried peace and trails of pride

 

Inner fire sparked all senses

Hardening all delicate features

Set apart by animal grace and strides

Pins and pricks of moonlight radiated trees

Stirring forgotten also lost warmth and desires

 

The vision was blurred by uncontainable tears

Of misunderstanding and hurt feelings

It was nothing but hard delusions

Not one or two meanings

Had to dismiss

Disappointed

Nighttime

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Silent,

Delicious,

Liquid splendor,

Darkness ebb and flow

 

When he woke up today,

He saw threads of sunshine,

Slithering through bare-branches,

Swore the sun was winking at him

 

But he knew it carried no promise,

At least not for him,

He was forgotten,

And broken

 

The sun never gave him warmth,

Instead,

Icy sly pry and whispers,

Blamed it for his inner scars

 

Hated staring eyes,

They were sharp blades,

Cutting right through his soul,

Rendering him dull and useless,

 

Nighttime called his dreams.

They were more alive

More vivid,

Coloring the dawn

 

Loved soaking in the rain,

It softened his skin,

Soothed,

Cooled

 

He waited impatiently,

Darkness to settle in,

Noises to dwindle,

To draw him in,

 

He never had to feel small,

Nighttime was gentle,

Calming,

Teasing

The Promise

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“You promise?”

Aged only six years,

A promise meant trust,

Strangers meant no harm

 

The night had descended,

Silence roamed the eerily air,

It was dark, blinding and unnatural,

Grass sounded brittle in the coldness

 

Sudden fear ensnared her vulnerability,

“I want my mommy!”

She screamed at him,

But he was holding her hand tightly

 

The tight grip hurt her,

“You want to play?”

“I will show you a game.”

She was pulled towards stretched shadows

 

A pale moon hung just above,

Sprinkled stars surrounding it,

The sky appeared velvet black,

As if foreseeing impending horror

 

Stormy emotions circled her,

Helplessness,

Confusion,

Fear,

 

Tears rolled down her cheeks,

She tried to free from his grip,

Power was with him,

She couldn’t

 

Nights like these transformed him,

Drove wild his animal instincts,

Hunting for naive fluid beauty,

Obeyed demanding sounds

 

Subdued in the stretching cold night,

Flames leaped within her body,

Sending sharp sparks of pain,

She couldn’t scream,

Not anymore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Adornment

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I am a creation of art,

An awe-inspiring beauty,

Filled with everlasting appeal,

But death was the price

 

I hang as an adornment,

Trapped,

Ambushed,

Tortured

 

Savoring the compliments,

The whoring evil genius,

Altered my being,

My joy

 

I’m lifeless,

I’m numb,

Feeling neither joy nor sadness,

Responding to the calls of my ancestor’s time

 

Bottling the desire to lead my days,

As I want,

Where I want,

How I want

 

I miss kissing the elastic breeze,

I miss dancing in the loving storm,

I miss the interminable sunrise quarrel,

From the colorful birds in half-lighted days

 

Apoplectic rage fills the air,

From the trees standing like a pack of mourners,

They bore witness as violence tumbled down,

Everything and everyone is battered down

 

 

 

Broken Angel

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Surrounded by the hidden obscenity of the sky,

She coiled there naked and frayed,

Fire above the sky was as in her heart,

Ancestor’s winds carried a promise of rain,

But no amount of rain would cool her burning skin

 

Exposed under the judging eyes,

She had lost all her sensibility, earthiness and humanness,

Her dignity had been ensnared and reduced into fine dust,

She felt it disappearing into the red, hot fierce winds,

She huddled her defenseless sickly body against a million-knot gusts

 

She couldn’t,

She was small and weak,

She was a trapped powerless fly,

She took in all rain’s violence out of the tempest,

Regretting the loss of birth and of freedom

 

Violent battering rain equaled the pounding of her chest,

She hated her skin, weight and the texture of her hair,

She hated the trees and all the flowers,

She hated the sun, the moon and the stars,

 

She hated some more,

Hated the rain,

Hated her life,

…and gods,

She could only hate…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twilight

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Twilight came soaked with different colors,
Amber, orange, red, gold and distilled purple,
It was shimmering and spectacular against the blue sky,
It seemed to suggest and remind me the beauty of living

The rhythm of the soft breeze passed through the lone tree,
It seemed to carry delicious secrets to the naked branches,
For the naked branches swayed instinctively from side to side,
Spreading the intoxicating rhythm slowly to my trusting soul

The intricacies of the setting sun were reflected in the flower petals,
The majesty of the light that shone through them centered my heart,
They seemed to teach me how to cope with the storms in my life,
That truth was bigger than all the mysterious shadows I’d ever seen

The sun’s low orange candle carried warmth that I could only imagine,
It was strange and carried a quality that I could never give a name to,
For that quality permitted my transparent reflections to live and thrive,
And unburden myself of all the hurt, worries and suck aspirations

The tree indicated an innate dignity that was free of any pride,
That is what kept it alive despite being dishonored time after time,
A quality that came naturally like the warmth of the rising sun,
Abyss of desires washed through my body as I sucked in the moment,

That moment was magical
It was peaceful,
It was wild,
It was unrestricted,
And I desired for a quiet continuity…