Kiss the Pain

With her eyes fixated on the heavens,

She waded through tears and blood.

The river of carnage did not deter her hope.

Her smile shown the way through a grim reality

And beauty manifested itself in clandestine corners.

The oxymoron of life is that we cease to suffer

When we rejoice in our tribulations,

Laugh through the pain,

And kiss the eyelids of our enemies.

Original Essence

The metal is sharp, the past cuts deep

To face it hurts worse than to drown it

But does it?

Externalizing the internal strife

I lay on a cold floor face down

And feel each sensation, alone

I must traverse these sands step by step, slowly

One foot in front of the other, not blindly

My transgressions resonate the reverberation of a distant cry

The cry is the “I” crying in me, yet outside me

Why can’t I feel me anymore?

Separation from self, the pain becomes bearable

And I am not I any longer

But then who have I become?

In this bleak, hostile land I seek reconnection

With that “other” self…the former

The real, the original, the essential…..self

The becoming is thus the “returning”

But how will I meet I?  Will I accept I?

Will I remember I?

Is it too late?

This Day

I want to thank you for this day.

The past is a ghost, and the future a fortune.

Encapsulated in this moment

We are untouchable.

Intertwined in ecstatic stillness

Yesterday is forgotten, tomorrow is a whisper.

To cherish this second, this heartbeat, this breath....

Makes everything okay.

So, my beloved, I thank you simply and completely for this day.

This Will Not Kill Me Either

I walked in hell, for a time.

I smiled with tears in my mouth, for a time.

I almost choked on my despair, for a time.

The bittersweet demons of my past still peer from perched precipices

And I wonder when that time will pass.

Or is it always present, the past?

Does it ever dissipate?

This taste, putrid

This sorrow, maddening

Your touch, beautiful

Your face, serene

It is what I seek, that serenity

It is what I need, your touch.

But you are ephemeral, or so it seems.

Our love transitory, or so it seems.

Where are you now, my beloved?

Your departure was cruel, a vanishing act.

Violence is sweeter than this abrupt ending, this void.

I thought I had found my eternity, with you.

But, alas, it was a mirage.

But do not fret, my dear.

My heart has weathered much harsher tragedy.

This will not kill me either.

The Here and Now

At last something feels right.

Something could be for us.

Yet hopeful, I shall not trust

And callous I prepare to remain.

Yet each time your gaze rests upon my face

The pain of then and the joy of now

Makes me erase that inner space of woe

And I throw my fear to the gods

To embrace the essence of this place

The here and now.

Sufferance

She smiled until her heart cracked
Her blood was full of tears
Rivulets running in open veins
Cut by men.

Capitulation

The perils I face to love you;

At times feel treacherous.
The space I traverse;
At times feels infinite.
To feel your embrace
Mends the wounds.
Your kiss--the sweetest salve.
Broken, on bloody knees
I reach towards you
Only to grasp a whisper.

Your elusive presence invades my essence.

I am enthralled by the exquisite acquiescence.
Shackled by this need for you
I lay in silent torment.
An agony I have created.
By needing you
And losing me..

Gratitude, or Lack Thereof

When a woman cries, the earth mourns. 

A woman gives until she breaks. 

Broken, she continues to give until she bleeds. 

Once bled dry, she is considered weak or manic. 

The cruel irony is that she is resilient. 

She will mend herself and start anew. 

To give, to be used, to bleed. 

Vicious cycle, precious woman. 

No one sees your worth.

LOVE ABIDES BUT FOR THE FEW

My heart stands upon the gallows

On the eve of your decision

The dawn is bleak

Hues of golden blood soak the skyline

My throat closes, I cannot speak

The noose tightens slowly

Your stance is defiant, never meek

Unashamed cowardice glimmers in your eye

There is no solace there

I struggle in vain to meet your gaze

You remain unwilling to do the same

I take my cue

Willingly, I jump

Love abides but for the few.

IN THE STREET

We met in the street at noon

Rain was in your hair and in my eyes

You came not a moment too soon

Though I am always a moment too late

Locking eyes--we remain ensconced

In a mental battle of psychic facades

Your lips look soft

So I melt my stern stance

And stand at ease

I have always found that men with soft mouths

Have decent intentions

MINDSCAPES, SWEET PERIL

MINDSCAPES, SWEET PERIL

I want to meet you at the battlefield at dawn

Swords drawn in sweet rays of moonlight

Our feet firmly planted in jet black sand

Mindscapes, sweet peril

We stand

The last remnants of past woe maketh me unsheathe the metal

Yet, I lock eyes with you

And my heart stops

My lips quiver

My nipples are erect with yearning

Your gaze is electric, and I, yes I capitulate

Unrivaled by any other, you are

Unable to engage in this bittersweet battle

I capitulate; to what I am not sure

Yet before truth, I am humbled

I drop the metal at your feet

My hands upturned, I offer you my neck

To do with as you will

Yet you won’t strike, my jugular is exposed and throbbing

Your hands reach towards my waist

And you softly press your mouth to my forehead

You drop your metal at my feet as well

We embrace, and the energy consumes me

At once we are infinite

Mindscapes, sweet peril

Eternal battles quelled at the sight of you

For once, no blood is drawn

I am yours

I surrender

There is nothing left but this feeling

This moment, this love

It is complete.

Beneath the moonlight, amidst the cosmos

Intergalactic

We strip our armor and lay our heads on the jet black sand

And gaze towards the stars

Where wars do not transpire

And lovers remain immortal.