Brilliant and haunting, her words weave a web of silken thought. She is not only an amazing writer and soul, she is also my dear friend. An inspiring sister of soul. Enjoy this beautiful poem. 🥀
I’d fight with fire just to get close to you…
those dark, delirious
My wants relentless
of desire ~ love ~ lust
they pulse pizzicato,
flowing thru me,
Vibrating my being
sighing touching tasting streaming
My thoughts never stop
searching for yours
My lips never stop
throbbing for a taste,
a lingering lick
of your skin
My body never stops
burning to feel your lips
And though life is often insane
in its chaos
it never drives me to distraction
Only you commit that crime
Though I get lost, overwhelmed
and cannot find the strength to fight
Knowing you breathe and exist
Knowing you live in my world
Knowing who you are is my forever breath of life
You are my muse
*top image by serge marshennikov
* bottom photo mine
… and my feelings never wane 🍃
My Love obscene
Condemned to die
by a court of One
a King of Lies
Thief of my thoughts
this Judas Priest
My soul sold cheap
carried his cross
Led on his leash
A genius of insanity
With gifts of dirt
he buried me
he clipped my wings
a special treat
In recompense for my sin
I lay upon
stripped to skin
His Holy Grail
my bed of nails
His every pain
I bled for him
how he loved
to watch me die
- image by Lithuanian photographer Algis Griškevičius.
*in honor of #arielpoets I’m reposting this. The theme @arielpoets this month of January is Betrayal
I was perusing my drafts tonight, looking for some snarky poetry for a friend, and I came across this.
I know I wrote this. The strange thing is that I don’t remember writing it. I usually remember everything I write because I only write when my emotions are all emotional. I’m either up, up, up or low, low, low. I’m not an inbetween writer. I wrote the title, When a Lifetime of Reality isn’t Real, then what…
So, as I’m reading this, I’m thinking, “What was I going thru? dealing with?” It must have been something epic because like I said, I only write when compelled to do so, as in COMPELLED. hmmmmm… I’m seriously curious. I don’t believe in split personalities, yet it feels like someone else wrote this. curiouser and curiouser
Lately, I haven’t felt much like writing. I’ve been dreaming a lot though. A LOT.
Maybe I should just write my dreams when I’m uninspired. Huh, LIGHT BULB MOMENT!!! lol
I will be doing that. I’ll start writing my dreams on here. Starting tomorrow!
Until then, I’ll leave you with my mysterious missive from last March.
Peace and Love to you all, even the haters (as our Marvelous President Donald Trump likes to say) 😉
what am I supposed to feel?
Numb Stunned Shocked Disbelieving
Disillusioned Duped Distraught
Anger Rage in Dreams Betrayed Pain holds sway, a dirge to play, fast fading, Faith torn stripped tattered sways fast against Mind, Flesh & Bone. Pain, like a Hawk, Claws Sink Deep Beneath Bone & Flesh, Spellbound Screaming Mind Blown Feeling Bits & Pieces Flowing Fleeing Gently Bleeding every Poisonous Drop of Pain.
No more crying in the rain. No more Fantasy Falling to the Pain
Washed Up Brain Dead Soul Fucked Back Run
Rewind Ahead my Steps No Turning Back Time’s Destined Path to Find Life
Unbound Unblind to Truth this Life Unblind I find Heart I See I Know
I Breathe I Soar Beyond the Veil I See Black Sky I Know It’s Name
UnBlue Pilled Eyes Wide Open Black Pitch Death Trap Matrix
Hopeless Betrayed Played
Sickened Saddened Broken Ashamed
Afraid Exposed Alarmed Haunted
Wide Awake Wired Electric Chaotic Alive
Murderous Livid Repulsed Revulsion Burning Hate
White Hot Hate
I’m Blown away by the the ease with which we hop, skipped & goose stepped into a red, white, and blue Looking Glass of Hell on Earth.
I’m more like ‘a-ha’ , ok, this must be ‘IT’
‘IT’ is finally here, for me at least. ‘IT’ has always been waiting for me to ‘See’
I do now, I finally see…
I felt ‘IT’ about 16 years ago? It’s hard to remember exactly.
I just know I felt it one day.
Like a quiet sonic boom, deep in me.
I felt like everything was real, but temporary.
Like a way station, forever fated and planned, an in between purgatory of sorts.
That’s how it felt, a purgatory, not deprived of anything, just my pride and being able to call anything my own.
It was grey, miserable, yet I had my family, my children, all that mattered, except for my own identity or home.
The second time I felt it was about 13 years ago. Chloe was a new baby.
I was standing in the middle of the kids and my room. Just standing there in a funk. Single mom, living at home, sharing a room and way, way off the mark of where I thought my life, our lives, would and should be. Feeling angry, mad, disgusted, embarrassed, ashamed, guilty. Like a great, big L O S E R. A disappointment to myself, dependent on my family, resentful at the shame time, bratty. Just a mess of poor me and A LOT of growing up to do.
I felt it, this feeling like I was in a waiting room.
I’ve always had a nagging, uneasy voice, a whisper deep within me, within my soul
It sounds crazy, but it’s been there for so long. Telling me to wait, just wait.
God, sounds bizarre reading it, but I swear, the voice was there.
I ‘heard’ it telling me something was coming, in the far, far distant future,
but IT was coming and life would never be the same as anyone knew it. I FELT it, it never went away.
I let it go.
I don’t obsess over things I can’t change.
I didn’t feel anything but a complete certainty, a truth inside me, a calm
and I just said, “Ok.” and moved on with my days.
Have you ever had that happen?
I don’t know what they would call it.
I know many people believe in psychic abilities, mediums, esp, etc. I don’t.
I’m Catholic and I was raised to never mess with any kinds of occult things.
I don’t even read my horoscope.