The Last Samurai: April 2015

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Do

Soft, crisp, light, deep, in and out
Ravenous fingering lips
Lingering touch uneasy blissful
My tortured passionate pouts
Shivers of suppressed wants
waiting writhing ecstasy
Sombre Fragile doubts...
You so hold me that
There's no way out.

Do caress and thrill
With your piano fingered mouth
I am waiting to be your
greatest symphony
Your Best duet so
Play me out

My eyes are thoughts
Slit into sleek
Avocados moist
Half turned tilted around
Wary slightly shuttered
Watching your perfect game
I am your frozen playground
Eternally poised.

My skin wears out
Wears my heart softly splayed
Your gentle brush strokes alms
For which I prayed
you and me
Sweet harmony
My love
My soul
My self
And this bodily
Instrument
Attunes
And pleads
Yes my darling yes
Please do,
Do
Play on me.

Mother Moon

I don't fear I read meditate and am self aware
I have burnt the last tempestuous bridge
Oh! what exhilaration in heading nowhere.

Poised for a jump
Mother moon
You overshadow my tiny silhouette
Poised against this
Luminous silver bowl
I outshine you.

I appear so beautiful
So dangerous
Dancer in red flamenco
And cheeky lemon parasol
I look the part a patented paramour

But I am
Your wispy dream child
Mother moon
A weeping poem lost
Cradle my bits and pieces
In your lunar craters
Gather up my courageous insanity
In your womb
Mother rock me
Gently berating my
Credulous notions
Even as I fall
Calling you out.

My sheer terror
Splits your moon beams
Petrified frozen splinters
Eternal grasping
My gathered cuspian dreams
Floating forevermore
Moondust
Relinquished.

I'm on the ledger balance
Of softly measured loss...
Sitting on the concrete slab
Of implacable judgement
Your defiant daughter
Mythical legendary
Never decoded
Even to herself.

Cipher tantalizing
In the piquant breeze
Slipping forever into
Ink gullies of isolation
Still holding on
To a tremulous
Mystique
Hope pinned to a pretty
Parasol
Flung open tauntingly
Flimsy tease
My feet tapping
Emptiness...
Fear
Only in the
Expectant air.

Weekly Slop Challenge. Courage Dispel.Image

Weekly challenge poem.
Courage dispel image

I bow my head and tears arise
my lashes lost and drowned in lies
The image is blurred
My courage is slurred.
And yet to dispel it
Is cowardice.

I watch the me that isn't me
I stand alone and eye my I
The mirror image
Shows my deceit
The courage to dispel
The cowardice.

I stare my pain in stinging rain
Rooted on terrace of abandonment
But who abandons?
'Tis a lie
The truth alone,
Always, is I.

Nothing
Dispelling
Never impaled
True self
Is courage
And endurance.

To
Withstand an
Array of
Images...velvet pain

Where every hurt
Is another hue
Of my radiant rainbow
After the
Rain.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Three Blind Mice

Words get overused
And panic me
Because even
Silence needs description,
And I must coin my own
Vocabulary
When I'm shortchanged
Out of pocket...
Eligibility for benefits
Denied.

Love and its lack lustre
Life Hacker and slave master
Dictates it.

I take a hatchet
To my epiphany
And add cold blue terror
Icy sharp machete
Blood on it would be slashed butterfly kiss
Swastika spilled over sacrifice.

My new word gleams unholy
Terri-phany...
Have you felt
Such dis-ecstacy?

Yes die in disenchantment
In the Tomb
Of relentless breath
The silent flow of life
Amuses me
Watches in VB astonishment
My absurd notion
Of swimming...
Tears in my eyes in a dry pool
Of hesitant dessication.

Flapping wings
Without touching water...
Rising star
Only for a moment
The mythology airborne
On a freedom flight
In a hot air balloon
Spiralling in cross currents.

They are devils.
Knocking on my door.
Pounding my ears.
Liars unusual.
Lovers.

The angels are much too
Boorish impoverished pure
They like floating around
On sun lit surfboards of
Dust motes of detachment
Feeling no pain
Basking
In the halo of
Ascension.
As if levitation and light
Were supreme achievement.

I feel ferociously helpless...
Perhaps I am a poem
Written to order
An invitation
An invocation
To be a hellish vixenish
Minion?
Or miniature hellion?
Or simply Minnie ministering mouse
A prosaic caricature running round and
Round my mouse hole
Of a house?

I need anything
A switch blade
Or scissors
Anything

For we be
Like the three
Blind mice.
But
I'm supposed to have
Eyes.

A Thousand Petals

Mediaval lotus stance
Trident eyes seminal sconce
The inward glance illuminate
Meditative retreat.

Lacerations velvet coils
Resilience the rose inside
Arise uncoil...in
Mystical gyre
Two and half
Its eternal spring
The goddess uncoils
From dormancy slothfully
Awakening.

Aspire Ascend
Transpire
Elevate sinuous silken
Route
Ensconced south somnolent
Delicate aperture eye of needle
So fiercly girded
Sous celibate.

Undo,
Awaken the incredible
Keratinized knotted release
Loosen liberattos
The lulling loops of attachments.

My steadfast stalk
Goldenrod head of wheat
Receiving sun's adoration
Stunning supra cosmic ultraviolet
The manifold glow unfolding spectacular
Pearls of promiscuity impoverished
Prodigious petals flourishing
Universal garden
Prodigal's abundance.

The silent loosening
Gentlest unbinding
From sheaves of synchronised lives
The flying apart, the fibonacci flowering
A thousand inviolate velvet petals incline.....
Declining all burlesqued bondage,
Riding the crown
Sahasrara,
Infinite cooped up coffers opening
Unlock and shed
Eternal homage
Empathic power fervent ethereality...
Offering and receiving embrace
...The Sage redolent
Refulgent
Spectator upon unfolding
Stage of Sansara...
And complete in
His loneliness.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Divergence

I want to write you a love song
But I veer off
Into physics and calculus
Tired literary references
Mind over spent
Much used tedium
Full of dull rubbish
Poached ivory
Leprechaun gold
Cold useless gems
Blood diamonds.

And you are much too late
And I'm a gullible sophist
Greedy Guinevere
Dabbling in
Dreams and philosophy.

I had a little dart of desire
Shot through with such intense
Fear
Panting in the dark like pain
Now my pen leaches corrosive
Signature
From grotty ink out of my veins.

There's a body to touch just so
But it's
Dancing librettos in my mutant
mind
There are glowing wounds
Too deep to reveal
And easier to sustain
Scabbed
Than to heal.

And you keep me alive
By peeling off pretences
Flaying me mercilessly
Oh you skin me alive
So raw so livid
Hurts so
Glorious
I want to feel you again
And again...

I kept a cozy lid of pooled tears by the fire
drops of desire sheathed in furry
Lashes protective
Demure and dark
With deception
Dripping unsated
desires...

Hot wet kisses
Dampening drilling
Stroking wanton need
Upon my body
On my poem
The doused hearth
Lit up
The tinder stoked
Hope invoked

That our most involuted
Involvements and secret
Convoluted pathways
Built up from ground down
basest desires
Can become this
Beautiful beacon
Blazing joy.

That this grey blue ghostly sky with
Brown divides
Heralding my dirty daisy wheel day
This dumb luck plucky awesome night
With no wonder left
In it at all
This insipid creamy expanse
Of still air between my languid walls
Bland boredom
Denying catharsis...

Are imbued
With wondrous alchemy...
Alladin and Alibaba's
Magic caverns.

Aleph
Mem
Bis and shin
In harmony
Deliberate conflict
Driven through diversity.

Totality's thunderous applause
Of unity
Blossoming becoming
Tree of
Endogenous life.

Master and disciple
The hand that holds and guides...
Oh! the tender torture
Of guarded discovery
Walled walk of ecstasy
Pavlovian life....

Friday, April 17, 2015

For the Weekly Poetry Challenge Pierce the Firmaments

For the Weekly Picture Challenge!!!

Pierce the firmament
Salome of the seven veils
Dancin
What black mystery
Milky white galaxies
Obsidian night never ending presents
A Douglas Adam
Adventure
The perspective machines seeded
In our inscrutable brain box...
Trillia Macmillian....
I enter this sphere
Lit by a frail blue filament
Of fatuous fabulous rationality.

On Earth,
The sun lights my day
Sets me to till thy fields
Father,
The moon goddess's rays
Sedates me to sleep,
Mother earth, alive
Gods creatures caged within
A plan...

Therefore beware floods,
To drown us
Would be a cosmic joke
Along comes the ark
Slung over shoulders of
The archetypal holy man...

Atlas never shrugged.

I seek to pierce the shield of the universe
Arise from the grave of Lazarus
Not to Martha or for Mary.

The wheel behind wheels set in motion
The cog sparking action
The universal incomprehensible cognition..

We know that we don't know.
Not the answer.
But why
The question should be?
Or Not be...
42.

This beautiful cosmic mise en scene
To the dying man grovelling on the
Gravel,
Lifting fistfuls of cruddy clay
Red as the thread of his life blood
Unraveling
Who is weaver and where the loom
Who the master weaver
Of this dazzling bustling celestial fabric
Why did you fabricate such concentrated peaks of
intricacy such unutterable ecstasy
Then condemned it to
Doom?

I am your human avant garde
Edge of consciousness
I come with rights
You cannot hide the questions from
Me.
For I am
42.

The Dark Witch and the Jedi Knight

The Dark Witch And The Jedi Knight.
(A Duet)
Prologue:
Witch:
To keep you charmed
and lock the heart
and never from me
shall you part
So Mote It Be.
The Tale:
Witch:
Bondage is my friend
may the ties contain....
All my days in thy reins.
and I like it that way....
Jedi...you're pretty spellbinding.
Gods are watching
demons sighing
and if only one of us
is lying
this spell will....be.
Knight:
I will never lie to you
'tis the one thing I cannot do.
Witch:
Alas, alas...charm or curse
‘tis good and fast
it’s enthroned
with heart blood sworn.
Knight:
Gods are watching
demons sighing
and if only one of us
is lying
this spell will....be
forever sadly lost
at what terrible cost
I cannot bear to think or say
for gods with my soul may play
your castle is built in the sky
a place to play just you and I
the bonds that hold you to my heart
ensure that we two shall never part
submit my sweet into my care
and life and love we both shall share.
You are a witch 'tis plain to see
yet it is you who must look to me
for I will guide you that is true
to joy and ecstasy for just us two.
Witch:
And you're my king...
lingering at your feet
I am your bounden
witch ...as you command
so shall it be
desire it
and it
shall set you free.
Abra ca dabra....
We fly arched across
besotted skies.
As you speak
so shall it be.
Both:
We're kind of...
one of a kind
kindred.
Knight:
Ahhh the fire in my heart is set
we two now are properly met
you have my permission to stand
but only if you'll take my hand
to help you up sweet witch, set you free
as this will be forever pleasing to me.
Witch:
This is my will
to submit to you
so may it be
else adieu.
I bow to rise your enchanted dryad
you my stately tree....
in your boughs I hide
so let me be.
Knight:
If you wish to please your king
then bow and dance and even sing
for I wouldst be your true master
a dream to set my heart beating faster.
Witch:
My feet shall dance my soul shall sing
I shall bow to please
my heartstrings
played in your hands
my will enslaved
by the mastery of your wand.
Knight:
Those strings of your tender heart
I shall play like a most tuneful harp.
Witch:
As you bid
so shall I dream
as you dream
so must I live
my reality with your fantasy
will make a magic land
will you take my love and all it entails
be mine to nurture until time itself fails?
Knight:
Witch, I am called to you and here I stand
your Jedi knight from a faraway land
I burn with such delicious fire
the flames take me beyond mere desire.
Witch:
Upon my silver sands
upon my desolate soul
your stance is life
behold
how I transform
from nothing
to whole.
Epilogue:
Knight:
She wishes to submit
yet ‘tis I, I must admit
who is led
So Mote It Be.
Amrita Valan & Khalil Xbow
©2015 All Rights Reserved.

Love is the only Reason

For my two adored sons....because Love is the only reason.

On the day your momma was born
The sun had shone
Oh how it had shone

On the day you, my babies were born
The sun in it's light my blessings had borne

And one day your momma will be gone
Still the sun will shine on and on.

The sun will shine for your babies
Then remember momma if you please
Release your laughter to the breeze
And remember darlings
Such days as these.

God bless you angels from his stars above
Through sun's warmth feel momma's love.

Goodnight babies sleep in your bed
Let calm and joy fill your darling heads.

Goodnight sweethearts sleep so tight
When you wake, your morning will be so bright.

White are the days of your brilliant light
Brightest of all the days of youth
So calm down and sleep you, my baby boys
And I will wake you up, to a world of joy.
...
And when the day comes and mamma sleeps in the moon
Between the trees in night's bleak evening gown..
God bless my sons with moon's soft power
And god bless them in suns high noon shower.

Release your laughter in to the breeze
Remember my sons such days as these.

Enthralled

EnThralled

Dark and silence about me I fashion
serves only to heighten my passion
I await your advent with bated breath
to save me from boredom’s living death.

Too star struck to question my faith
I walk in fear your abject wraith
this heart pumps blood I do confess
my emotions a wispy lacy mess

The ambience of this hidden room
lifts us from conformity’s gloom
darker desires than any would dare
to imagine of us, the perfect pair

In your arms I walk fear palpitating my heart
bent to your will with fear I part
I'm a vessel my love, fill me with pain
and as I bear so I conquer once again.

Across my lap you take your place
offering yourself with gentle grace
burning desire and desirous need
shall these fearsome fires feed.

No rain in my eyes may your kisses meet
the harshest punishment that you mete
this witch shall stand at your stake
and what is coming dutifully take

With an eternal bliss of gratitude
beyond the normal sexual platitude
between lovers who dare to go
past the accepted ebb and flow.

Your loving hands shower a rain of blows
as even more loving you hold me close
for each blissful blossoming bruise
is the kiss of a teacher and my muse.

As we finish both delightfully spent
each blow and kiss was properly meant
and now in each other’s arms we sit
two knowing adults, a perfect fit.

Khalil Xbow & Amrita Valan
©2015 All Rights Reserved.

Trepidations

Perpetual enthrallment
Wetness bound slavery
Knowledge your power
Endurance eternal
Brightly worn harness
Smiling novenas
pain gilted varnish
Unpainted unmasked
Writhing surrender
Happier in sufferance
Together forever
Banish my torture
I
Embrace the nameless
Trepidations fearful
The balance of bravery
In sum of acceptance
Any sorrow you inflict
Gift surpassing
Taken as thy grace.
Baptismal anointments
Your Excalibur's sentence
Supine in
Mesmerizing meekness
My fervor of penitence...
Your ferocious dominance
Befriend and isolate
My forevermore
Loneliness.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Magician

Magician.

You spin me high in the air
In a dazzling carousel of
Lights speeding
Blinded bobbling up then down
Empty puppet on your beloved string

I fold my hands in terror
To be Let down unused
To this ecstasy
You spin me round, faster than my soul can bear
Loving me without mercy...

I can't sense shapes or colors or sounds
In glorious haze I twirl around
Set free in controlled motion in
Relentlessly undulating grooves
Moves me beyond compare...
Undoing me.

I shatter and splinter in
A million prisms....
My tears are colored baubles,
Bubbles of light for you
To wear ...and dismiss
Blown away in ecstasy, freed
By a whiff of your magic breath.

Only then that you
Take me down safely
Stop building castles in the air
Stand me heads up
on solid ground.

Pinned by your adoring gaze
I am the chrysalis released
Your beautiful butterfly in the air
No longer spinning around.

Frozen....for just
one moment in time.

Thirst

Steering now right now left
Away from centre
Veering from truth
Lies are more revealing
They show the self's distortions
The crooked handle on
Shepherd's staff
The turn of the
Serpent.

Getting a glimpse so startling
Oh cover my head...scanty scarf
Draw me into your shady soliloquy....
Gathering ourselves.

I have found a frame
So whimsically wanton
Cold graven carvings rigid
Comforting contorting
Praying it will fit...

For I'm as such a veiled woman
This face reveals
An essential cover up...
Masked and locked in earlier
Than I can
Remember.

My strength fails belief ebbs
Fimsy sienna scarf of solitude
may not
Protect...

Moisture clings obscures vision.

Let this leaky vessel fill up
With salt waters
Neither permitting myself to sip
Or to bail out...

Turning eyes scabbed with tears to the stars
So blind
That they float ethereal on waters of my mind
As flowers....they
Stab me.

Lit up scars of longing sway
My boat tilts to tip me out
In too deep
Waters.

Who wrote my name
Upon his lips
Like manna
Sang sweet praise
Soft hosannas?

Doesn't he know I sleep
With the svelte devil
Softly whispering
My embrace
Vice like grip
upon sweet evil...?

Alas
Wondrous western heart
Eastern enigmatic soul
If you could feel
For yourself,
This instant
You would stop
Rowing the boat of betrayal
Swim to shores
Or
Die trying...

Salt water invades throat nostrils
Thrust like blades of rust
In my thirsty charcoal heart
Perforated
Feverish, fallen frivolous to live
I permit myself
A sip.

Wrench

The squish the squelch the too intermittent splash
Heart wrenching pain of drainage
The dreams the dust...gusts of banishment
And then
The fall of greedy sloppy pebbles sweet wet kisses on the patchy pavement.
My heart in the air....turning like mystical gyre
The haunting pull and the push of destiny.

You are taking up the path...I ensconced
in the narrow inner fringe, ducking
Low canvas awnings of little shops.

Because you don't mind sheltering me...
You strut on the outside...smiling wry chivalry.

Your shirt drips and turns soggy...
Fire in the far blue sky svelte smoke in the air
I'm not here anymore
But traipsing around the horizon
In a see through moon blue gypsy skirt
trailing opaque violet flowers.

And without looking I can imagine your slow warm smile
That can bake the cinders of my afternoon...
Coaxing inside cozy tea parlors.

Prince was never in search of Cinderella
It was she who splashed in her grieving wake
Looking for love floating on the mucky water
Filling her fancy glass slipper.

Rain drenched, He wrenched and pulled my hand
Closer to his chest custodial hostage
And finally
my gypsy heart came home.

Veiled

Darling cover me
Forever always and evermore
Thy weave is surreal.. fine
And the soothing mesh feels
Grateful to resist my touch
And surely, slowly I am
Enamoured, captive
constant at your side.

No contact...my isolated cry
strained ethereal tormented
Yet it
Reaches you...

Low,faint a tremulous little girl lost
Will o'the wisp
Voice of the thirsty, damned
Calling your name like parched
Salvation.

Your wily gossamer nets its supple catch
Whose restricted boundaries
Are my far pavilion
I perform
A delirious acquesent dance.

Limbs aquiver my love
Soul bared for ordaining
I give in
To
Your enchanting ballroom
And
My annointed thralldom.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Booted

The words "Damascene eyes"...borrowed from sir Khalil Xbow

Booted

You asked me to hold the pose
while you ...Let's see...
get a cup of coffee
Answer the phone
Open the door...
And I do
as I'm told.

With damascene eyes
of regret
I freeze, it's breezy
But the cold...

Thawed gnawed flawed
chased
By memories
An earlier warmth
A spring walk
Barefoot in the tender green grass
Blazing Aura
Soulful breeze.

This is all wrong
So different guarded
By the paraphernalia
Of boho chic
Fascist armor...
Boooted and laced
Incandescent arrogance

I'm both
Your Mistress Muse
Toy of abuse

For you shall fawn upon
And lick my boots tonight
With wild eyed adoration

But with my soul untapped
Steeped in sensations
Strapped trapped
Not a milky foot out of place.

Meanwhile my damascene eyes
Flash and flicker....Alienation's
Sweet bondage
Rebellious
Compliance.

Between stiff and supple
Feline arch delicate support
Falling into free obedience
Faux fetters
Suspension of pretence
So artfully.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Soft

Soft....

Charmed skin smooth as gossamer
Creamy satin delicate entrapments
No movement is ever required.

She sits straight impassive evening queen
bland smooth flawless baby skin
Sweet swathe of lascivious softness
Accoutrements implausible frosty exposure
Exquisite entrapments feline fortitude
Fragile domination wispy opulence
Lacing her feet..
No expense spared.

One leg cockily crosses the other
Subtle haughty obsessive posture
Hand clutching the knee unaware
Clinging to a paralyzed composure.

What graceful capture her lacy entanglements
Covetous clambering coiling serpents
climbing twin silk ankles and calves like
Urgent insistence.

...
Dreaming of stepping down..
Handing back the crown of
Pain upon the apointed
Throne of baroque elegance...
The soft moment squanders itself
In calculated pause, in a breath abates,
heels elongate like nasty spikes
Of determination.

Suave cautious watchful charisma
Soon she will teeter and sashay the arena
Sauntering accross slippery see through
Glass floor of boadacious ballroom dramas...

A dilettante's dilemmas
Are naught.
In the marketplace of
Vanity Fair
A plan, a plot, luxurious
concoctions of dreamy elixirs
And watchful beauty encaged
In fear...
Obedience sought.

At the cocktail hour
She is up on her feet flying in slow motion
A strapped and bound up tight
Do it yourself Cinderella.

Wedding in Water

Wedding in the Water

In soft cool blue lights
Whites are most violent
Mirrored heart breaks in
Silence too malignant
Innards wishfully inflict virulence
Crazy beautiful beats overbearing arrogance
Invoking ineffable grace.

Lilith daughter of earth
Equal to Adam
Unborn of any man
Return to thy wisdom.

Wish once Wish twice
Upon the core wish thrice
Invoke and Arise
Lady of the lake
matchless
In thy pagan reflection
True self awake.

My Halloween inflections
Wed inner revelations
My distorted witchcraft
Your Tremblings
below surface.

We are one...
Flawlessly inverted...
Left cleaves to right
When sisters embrace.
Wedding in the water
As above
So below...
My other face.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Rooftop

Do you desire? Desecration's divinity?
Does it build up softly?
To send me sky high
Tumbling over and over
Topsy turvy for your skewered vision
Feverish panting flying for your
Over the rooftop ecstasy?

All confusion dissolves easy
In hidden secret bewildering
revelations
Wide brimmed concealment
Tantalizing Teasing
Tart and oh so sweet!

All you see is what you get
And less is always more..
Through your heart throbs
Primary pulsations
Prevarications
So atavistic erogenous
Essentially blind
To seek...
Relief.

I'm the missing picture
That you photograph incessantly
Yet never frame
Answer me are you
Willing? Clue in...
Glue in
To me?
To have me, yet
Never have me?

For I'm freely falling
Into ascent...your
Darling darkling angel...
Delight eternal
Concealed.

Serpents and Saints

Her tresses deflect the waters.
Thickness coils its intentions
Around her vessel
Her boat heaving across oily slick conspiracy.
Sea weeds spring upon
Her slender frame
Hiding her delicacy.
Leviathans are singing
mingling masculine defiance
Rancorous raving against
Her Nordic valor.
A tight rope rages around her waist
Harsh constraints
that finally set her free.

Her boat heaving across oily slick conspiracy
Head cocked she sardonically surveys
The mainland of her imprisonment
Shackled to her boat
Her body sways
Swinging towards Valhalla
May doors open against
Wind and rain
A Goddess arrives
Tonight.

Novus Dies

Novus Dies...

Soft white fibers of mist swirling
Dawn is a faint hope
Late coming
And I have waited in the dark
So long a lonely wraith
Bathed in half light.

When softly I tried the handle of time
Hope dissolved doorknob
Tears fog out those eerie lights
Which keep my dawn from
Coming...

Its a dirty world my love
And my breath sucked in
I gestate sorrow...
Your light is a loving release
And I'm awash
In baptismal glow...
Willy nilly my
Lips part as tender exudation
Of sinful song of sorrow
And I breathe in relief
Joyous exaltation
Embryonic gestation of my
New Tomorrow.

The myth exists.
Dispelling squalor.

The Collar

Once upon a
missing diamond sewn upon a collar
In consternation counted
By bemused Queen,
And much to to her horror
One misplaced in covert bed
By surreptious visitor
To her demure boudoirs.

The king was in his counting house
Counting only money...
To expose a lady in rich distress
Cardinal Richelieu thought
Would be funny...

A missing diamond, a most precious gem
In the hands of a most unusual
Englishman...

Her love, her life, her man, her mind
Collars of ownership can't deny...

So three brave gallants were despatched
Subtlest plot of grand deception hatched
And a pretty paltry bauble recovered
And thus a Queen's honor
Safeguarded.

So off and on and oft it is ...
On our throat glows chain
Of distinction...
Its mismatched links
Arraigned in strict precision...

The reins of control
Take horrific toll
But keeps no captives
In its stronghold.

Oh! love exists in such invisibility
Cloaks, that hides exquisitely
A Collar so bold....
It forms ring of eternal fire
Singes the throat of
Concomitant wearer
This delicate nettled lacy wreath
Tears as poison ivy
faux claims of ownership.

He is true master
The reins are his
Whose every breath is
A kiss we miss.

Whose slightest words are
Passion's prettiest prayers
And sweetest sin
The heady rush of full blooded veins...

Not a Tin man trying to razzle dazzle
Of flesh and blood
Warm honorable.

So I submit
And wear in pride
His chains of iron
Over mock diamonds bright.

Compliant

Seductive addictive nameless submission
Faceless coy amorous position
Narcotic narcissistic supreme subversion
The offering too worthy, soft subtle principalities
Princess of realms of irrational obsessions
Queen so sinuous... singular vaccilations.

Fear is the key
Sprung of deep rejection
Sweet relief, dreamy subjugation
Creamy despair stoic promising balance
Too fragile so precious delicate porcelain
Dolled up delicious dilettante..
Deviance destined ordained
The conqueror's absence
Her mournful presence

Head forever bowed for an
Eternal alliance
Sweet seductive potent compliance
Back turned facing floor
Flooding heart racing...more
Pacing steps her panting breath
Suppressed
He is now...
At the door.

Rose

Pale pink approximates red
Dawn's virginal canvas overspreads
As my carnation blushes blossom
Gathered petals soft succulent
Fashioning a filigreed
Festival of fragrance
Cornucopias of light.

My syrupy sensuality awakens
Tangles intermeshed
into the plucked rose
Thrust into my hair
in precocious haste
Matching shimmery simper of
Sequins sweet upon my dress.

I haven't faded besides it
I still have the advantage

The flower hesitates...
For in the moment
Of full blossom
Its essence mingles
And spreads
And glow wanes to jaded decadence
As my cheeks grow pellucid
With dewy wine...
Rosy adulation of adoration
Intoxicates the bearer...

The best flowers die this way
Glorifying a wearer.

Rose of adoration
Rose of adornment
Thy proud mistress
Is worn
Too well into usage.
We all lie, sisters in
Sad gutters,
Shorn of our petals
Wilted
flowers of fortune
For a fleeting
fabulous day.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Knights and Dragons

The forest... the silver glass forest
The brook... the ebony green brook
The reflections...
Marry forevermore
In the chapel of sable hills
and ashen woods.

The gilded glide of setting sun
The flight of raucous majestic birds
Stirs music that begs to begin new myths
Yet begs to flow unheard.

The tale of castled damsels
The mockery of distress
This knight straddling dragons
Saddles and reins
Such flaming loneliness.

I cannot name the place or time
I cannot plot the face
The rush that's felt it sets her free
In nameless loveliness..

The silk sky has lent its azure
To paint the Brook's soft breast
The brook gurgles and writhes its sinuousness
Upon longing's lissome bed...

The jaded forests have been left behind
Outgrown its hazy forlorn grace
The brook floods its floors of happiness
Singing wanton
A Boundless sky of bewitching praise...

Friday, April 3, 2015

Wind and Water

Fire froze
Its ardor vanished
Flames banished
Water rose
To towering tsunami
Arched angel
Ripe so
Ready
For the fall.
But the wave
Never crashed
On the shore..
Because the wind
Wouldn't leave
Playing with her hair
The liquid tendrils
Of her passion...
Watching the shore
Recede in fear
Of her ferocious
Beauty
She froze
In mid air
Cradled in the arms
Of the wind...
A tempestuous sigh
Air after all
Is buoyant
But
Water must fall...

A friend told me
How nature
Vast bodies of waters
And granite mountains
And the vast heavens above
Bear witness...

Human conspiracy
To be treacherous
Is vain...
For air must float on aether
and water
Must flow on earth....

Meeting is
Tsunami.

Reviled

Fire burns...
Slow inside.
Forcing forging
Forming
Foaming Water to flow.

Fire burns this heart of mine
To cinders
Water cleans.

You say I waste myself
On writing
For nobody will read
What is like
But a press
Of a hasty button?
I say that I weed
The garden
of my heart
Flowers fall in floral heaps
A fleeting temple
For you to trample
Stamp out
My blaze...
But I won't
Let ashes harden
Water of love
Swirling
In poesy
baptizes it anew.
What has a like
Or its absence
Got to do
With me
Or you?
One can only
Sing
For the song's release
And if you should chance to hear it
I hopefrom my heart
It made you dance.

A fire fills my soul
Uplifting
With phoenix wings
Tears are yesterday's film
Of your
Denigration
On my being.

I'm fire and water...
Do not be alarmed...
In ascent of air
I breathe survival's glory
In earth's surrender
My passivity
Finds triumphant
Submission.

Aye Aye..Gay We're

Aye....Gay We Are

This a gay nation
Floating helplessly heavy boats
Loaded with dreams
Laden with too many
passengers
Ferryboats
On rivers turgid...
Slick with disappointment
Disillusion
Disaster.

The man who got spiked
Staff reduction
The multinational way
To square up losses
And makeover
Golden bonuses
For CEOs must live
while widows and housewives weep...
LA dolce vita

Showering fake confetti
Pink slips of rejection
that festoon park benches
Unemployed visions
Of sudden riches
Gaily trampled
By the defecating dog...

Today
Both are strays.

One sleeps on the bench
The other below.
The canine bares teeth in subconcious hunger
games
Kicked and downtrodden...

The human cries out in gay dreams
Of becoming
A slum dog millionaire
Partaking too
At the feast
With no reckoning...

Yes he's gay as the mad hatter
In May
Recalling honeymoon days on
This self same park bench
Regaling his bride
With starry visions..
Starry icicles chisel sharp points of pain
Down the valley of dreams.

Here in India
Men hold hands
Walk down crazy paths
Paved with dreams
Caring sharing
Till gravel swallows
Confidences
And the gaping graves
Unman them.

Soul brothers... Friends...
Gay...
Not as a community
But in a communion
Knowing the path
Is rough
Gaping graves
Manholes and potholes
Life's lottery littered
With Ifs and buts
And so moment's comfort gained
Before the unendurable
End.

Rain

Weekend long wet and windy
We have played endless games
Cards and carrom...chess..
Bluff..checkmate.

You've defeated me easy suave
Crafty tormentor
Till in shameful surrender
I am encircled

Still we turn off the lights
To play hide and seek
Darkroom dreams long drawn tease
Poker faced in pursuit of pleasure
Mission impossible jarring the air
A spur.

Something's off.
Moon bathing in blue velvet
My pinnacles of thrilling rapture
Delight oozes on the terrace.
I just want to be your capture
Conquered delicious.
Why do you
Close my pea black eyes
And harden your understanding
Of my rain...

I don't want this kiss
I want to watch rain fall
endlessly
Caressing and teasing
Trading breathless
Silent rainchecks with the breeze.

Pain and passion
We'll do this again
And again.

Ecstatic

Right now
Fight now
Get it together
Want to
Drive
Don't be constrained
Needs and demands
Bleed dry
Don't petrify
Into this
Non living
Sentience.

Don't try to feign ignorance
Don't make out you don't know
Do you want to be uselessly ornamental
Do you want to just prettify
Do you want to just live
Or Do you want
A life?

The sun is melting
Glorious colors
Flooding nooks and crevices
Shutters glow hot and heavy
Laser fingers forage
Light sneaks in
Through presumptuous grills
Flung open
Shattered
Scattered assumptions
Infinite arches
Infinite Yous
Doorways to
Distant divinity
An instant
Affinity.

I'm a traveller blindfolded
Trussed gagged
My senses delusional
Indomitable
light
Seeks me out
Catapults my
Dissolved essence into
Spatio temporal
Quadrants receding.

I
Identify
Identity
Entity amidst
Nonentity.

Stars are milestones
Relative to our need
To traverse distance
Measure eternity
An immensity
Of nonsense
Highways wind up
The cosmic staircase
Of evolution.

Floors shiver quiver...
Stable illusions
The only ground
Beneath feet
In ascension..
Catch the flow
The ascending whorl....
The golden ratio of every
Patterned whirl...
The roof dissolves.

The floor?
Low as you
Stoop to conquer....
Bottomless pits
For your feats
Of valor.

The roof.....is ever
Proof of exaltation
Thrilling journey that remains.

Trapped current
Static charge
Trembling floors
Cowardice caving in
Stupefying descent
Like trapped ivy
On your dormant castle walls...

Peeping in persistently through
Shutters
Grime and paint peeling off
In disbelief...
Yes ogre...
My mind too
Matters....

I'm only
a prisoner of your device
A damsel in distress
In the castle of No confidence
I surmise.

No longer.

Rude graffiti
Face off
I take off my mask

No hiding behind silicon
No biding time in acute grains of sand...
No safe sanctuary or barred
Prison.

Mind a journey...quest
celestial of stellar years
Aspirational fount of mighty
Fire.

An energy ball tumbling
Rolling on celestial floors
Never settling...
Setting the universe
Into motion.

Flickering lights unblinkered
Windows
My sassy spaceship journeys
Silver piercing
Womb of darkness.

This brief enterprise
This intense agony
This agonizing ecstasy
Dream on sense organs
Touchy feely
Life.

The chords of freedom
Release and expand
From within the boundaries.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Eclectic Thoughts

I wonder about odd eclectic things...like accepted standards and norms of behavior automatically being glorified even deified.
For example we live in a patriarchal society and for the most part even our liberated western brethren.
So wives take the surnames of their husbands.
Recently watched a video of Deepika Padukone....part of the voiceover claimed...taking a man's surname was merely ornamental...and could be easily removed but not a woman's love...a message of course to value her not for her symbolic status quo in your life but for her intrinsic worth...oh I agree Deepika...that wearing or not wearing it isn't either a symbol of respect or disrespect to her husband.
and yes....it can be an ornament adorning a woman who wears it fondly with pride and yes it can be taken off ...
But not because its an ornament, and she wants to wear er..a fresh set of jewelry...
I think surnames are legally advisable not as identity tags...not as dog tags of possession but to claim property rights... Inheritance....think about how confusing it would be for widows destitute orphans sick aged parents etc...otherwise. They are convenient delineators of lineage.
So I would go one step further...Deepika...Not gender preference ...nor ornamentation....Sheer intelligence dictates we need to trim the confusion... and streamline our lives for a smooth flow.
We cannot always keep matriarchal and patriarchal tags in the hyphenated fashion people often do...It's cumbersome illogical too...What do children of Albert Barton-Smith and Joanna Blakeley-Jones call themselves? X Y or Z Barton-Smith-Blakely-Jones?
Oh aren't you disrespectful of your mom's side by putting her surname in the end?
Yes Ha ha! Riddikulus!!! You're right....
Woman's rights.... Patriarchy...these are fine terms but common sense should prevail.
I am not property. I am a woman. I don't belong to my husband. He doesn't belong to me....We belong to each other.
To be politically correct let's say we relate to each other. It's a merger not acquisition.
I wouldn't disrespect my spouse and see his surname as an ornament that I wear for decoration.
I wouldn't let my husband rob me of my roots and lineage either by laying down the law...that I have to take his name or else.
It's no honor and no frippery.
We attach too much emotional baggage invest a lot of nonsensical religious moral sentiments to acts performed to prevent data overload and preserve sanity.
Life snickers at our stupidity and goes on...Every human man or woman carries the matriarchal proof of lineage in mitochondrial DNA.
Every man carries the unique Y chromosome from his father.
And so to end... Let a man and woman fall in love and choose one of their surnames to adopt and carry forward from there without pride without shame.
Life goes on...laughing and loving us.
We should smile too and stop taking ourselves so seriously.

Poetry Challenge... Starry Eyed

Poetry Challenge... Using Encroach...Platitude...Fodder.

When I was very young very happy
Totally cool about being unsure
Totally unbreakably brave

You came into my life.
And I didn't see you.

All the while we danced with friends
You crouched down on the floor
Hungry hooded eyes surveying prey...
I encroached unaware
upon your grey guarded
lust with my innocence on display
In a little red dress.

Crimson Fodder bleeding for your gunsight
So delectably
Within range.

And you could've done everything
I was yours without a touch
And you couldn't do anything
My innocence came in between
Us.

Time after time...
Provocative seductive hesitant lost
In my dreaming love life
Staying up pondering over your calls.
No one else could ever embrace my soul
And wrap it around his little finger.

We utter platitudes how broken hearts
Heal with time.
Hearts don't know how to break
They stretch and stretch swollen with
Love stolen out
Of memories
In the night air
The songs...
The words...
The dancing that was
More beautiful than any
Lovemaking
The love that won out in the end

So long Hunter
You earned my love
Not as a notch upon Orion's studded belt.
I'm still starry eyed
Because you let me leave
So innocent.