A Warm aura shapes my soul- It
is faith, yet metaphoric tempests,
the timeless challenge which is “Life”
carries me like a child, or less, a feather
Violent the waves of calamity and tragedy,
Then peace like a river.
Dispersed are my woes for a moment,
Good times- and just when I am home
she topples me again,
At ease and seized all at the same time
So what shall it be today, a smile 🙂 or a frown 😦 …?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O-WHevzCR8
I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father…
Reminiscing now the chill that day,
Perhaps only internal,
Did winds blow outside? I forget
Gun shots loud speak salutation to a Hearse,
Winter takes form and makes a place within the home,
Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart
Winter in my heart,
Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…
Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure
That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure
You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy
In moments passion I look down upon our bodies
joined as one and I crave this eternity
But is it fate for me?
Is it meant to be?
So says fate
“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”
The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under
The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder
could you be my thunder?
If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!!
My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares
momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy
I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust!
So where is the Love?
Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”
Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy
To lose you would hurt me
What to do with these feelings that corrupt me
Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body
while true love is on the high seas…
O HEAVEN HELP ME!
Walking in her pretty heels,
Surety in her stride,
unseen pressure points
and pain hidden that
only translate to varicose veins
Life, one big test- a parlay
To the party, initiated at first breath
Trials giving way to testimony, leading
to testament at death.
Her unfolding story is mine
of boulders crashing down
tempests unresting versus the calm
spectator and actor amidst the rise and falls
A tumultuous mind, groaning existence
Stings ease with each silent scream
Suicide- won’t welcome the hand that
suddenly ends the huddles, the runs,
crashes and burns, the rumps, the bumps
and turns- Puddles of mud laying in front,
…So tired of the jump
Her life- a misty mirror with its many cracks
Tears mapping her yesterday
and in that same distance, trails of
“honey-coated” memories- strengthening
here and tomorrow, .
Brighter days just up ahead,
Rays soon to pierce through the gloom-
in hope she spurs on
heart focused on a multicolored dawn
Calm waters, sweet sea breeze, blue skies
wind and sea bird cries
the taste of salt, the feel of sand grains
marking her almost naked skin – “a daydream”
In reality, life’s current rages on,
She’s super girl- “S” on her chest,
taking on the world with music in her steps
In her pretty heels, walking life’s yellow brick road,
They still sting yet her expressions will never show.
Really, every woman is an example to me, because as women we go through so much pain. We have to live this perfect life when we are messed up inside. We all go through trials and tribulations.
Mary J. Blige
Arms weigh upon an innocent chest Hands no bigger than my vexing fist I vex for wasted innocence Children of War, to violence Tabula rasa exposed Morbid scenes causing mental overloadMonster turned by circumstance Not far long a living seed Raped prematurely of compassion, No feeling- Not for breasts from which weaned less for tears and mercy cries of a strangerCold eyes, such beautiful eyes turned cold Cold heart, what promise once held now frozen Cold soul... Who will drag them in from the cold? Who will LOVE and redeem them?Yet with opened eyes and souls restored The weights upon them - heavier than the gun! Once violent hearts now grasping "Truth" of their wasted innocence and futile youth Puppets for political gain Urchin's past- A tale of pain Scarred forever with unbearable shame Damned be the Elders, the ones to blame.
First cry to shut eye
At play, “Connecting the dots”
Shaping DestinyBeginning to end
Fitting pieces as we go
Breathing, in “Jigsaws”A “Mortal Kombat”
With no flawless victories
…then we fade to dustGAME OVER!!!
Its about “PUZZLES” @dVersepoets 🙂 … Hope this piece isn’t too puzzling 😉
Stop the earth from quaking
My vision shaking
Heavy breaths I’m taking
As in an orgasm faking
Breathe!
Breathe!
Breathe!
BBRrrrreathe!
No I’m not in labor
Only in need of a savior
O my seat be still!
Please save me from the maddening thrill!
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Ex… Aww shh…!
Now I’ve got goo on my shoe
Sorry I barfed all over you
Still swooning through and through
My body considering a part two
Breathe!
Inhale
Breathe!
Exhale
Brrrrreathe!
Eyes shut tight
Fits of laughter …that’s me screaming
Locked in my vision of night
Praying for the world to quit spinning
Inhale
Breathe!
Exhale
Breathe!
Inhale-Exhale!
Heavy breathing
My blood feverishly seething
Fun drawing to an end and I seek a go at it again
So Panic, …did I pretend?
…Still breathing…
Atmosphere, that’s what its all about tonight at the dVerse bar. I hoped to draw the reader into a world of excitement with this piece… Did it work?! 😉
Cheers! 🙂
A meeting, sweet.
Dark room,
flickering lights mingled
with laughter and fright,
We are children again,
Sucked in by the fantasy
of animation in technicolor.
Our guard let down,
Two strangers in the dark,
Popcorn, sweeter when shared.
Together we experience the coaster ride.
..and what a ride!
New friendship exits a luminate room.
Night carries on but again adults we become.
You, the sweetest creature and I, unsure.
Dare I try to peel away your surface?
I may be sucked in!
“Perhaps another life” you once wrote,
Well all so very true,
Thoughts of you,
Thoughts of us,
And then me thinks…
Contentment will have to do…
Slipping into his skin ... Her kicking and screaming won't wake him "Mr Hyde" overtakes him- Beast let loose by fermented hops and barley juice, Man's wasted form he puts to use - Woman's fragile form left to feel the sting of his abuseGin and green fairies tonight, one too many No green eyed monsters to cause the Angst that ends in Violence- No its not jealousy, Just 48 to 75 percent alcoholic influence, liquid content only!Distilled liquids letting him slip from reality Spirits giving him a false sense of immortality- Allowing uninhibited movements of his fists and feet across her body ...She left wondering "was it him or was it me?"
Dear Broken goddess, beaten black and blue,
Yeah that's right, I'm talking to you!
Be of courage and stop being the victim!
Become the wiser - Break away from the system!
You want love so why settle for a drunken woman beater?!
Walk away and allow yourself be loved by someone better!
...YOUR-SELF!!!
Drowning in ourselves, Success fattening our ego, Vanity- the unseen cloak,Clutched by Pride, Now "Self" calls to "Wisdom"- She echoes "Love thyself in infant steps"
Its about “The Sedoka” at the dVerse Poets (A poetic form native to Japan)… “Form for All: The Princess’ Poem to her Secret Love”
Cheers! 🙂
Festival King 