When the wind whispers your name
Softly cradling you asleep and feathering your dreams,
Do you lift your head, narrow your eyes, and give a tenacious no;
Or do you answer the glimmering call of the tempestuous wind?
You come forth—your hands grasping for the golden mirage,
While all your grotesque dreams lay naked than the deception in Eden.
Asmodeus is found lurking your simple instincts astray—for
In his illusory eyes, he reveals the earths’ beauties and treasures.
Forsaken figures carelessly watches you; seeking to hold your spirit.
You are befriended by Cerberus; shamelessly laughing while the smell
Of burning flesh lingers and colours your soul a shade darkener than night.
Do you let yourself be pulled into the darken corner by Gorgons?
Do you listen to their nebulous plan for mankind destruction and
Throw in your own lurid details of demolition works?
Do you let your heart gleam with mischief, your lips seal with lies?
Do you cover laughter with incestuous creates and nod your head for acceptance?
You look inside your mistreated self to find the little bit of goodness stored
In the corner of your blacken soul. Do you fight with the little you have?
Or run with what’s left of your heart that has once been yanked and cracked with bare hands.
Somewhere in the stillness of the morning, the tears of Hades are heard.
You crawl and creep with flaking tears encircling you to find this whimpering.
Your fleeting hopes break into smithereens while you try to collect its pieces;
Without giving up what little you still posses within this scattered fragment
Of broken dreams. You stand armed, barely holding yourself upright.
You fight and you lose. But you still fight. You realize it is not about the ending
When you’re carried into Zeus’ realm; and imps are eating your flesh and laughing your fears.
You see the light while your head tumbles under Apollo’s seat.
You smile. For secretly within you, you have won the battle.
Confronting myself in the mirror
I close my eyes one last time
As tears outline my quivering lids
It emphasizes my already voluminous lashes
Running traces of black liquid down my powdery cheeks
Taking residence on the intense shade of cherry sealed to my lips
I am paralyzed in the moment
Stricken to the point of no return
Elevating my head to face myself one last time
I hear laughter and joy surrounding
I hear a voice call to me from a distance
As I make my way to the oval shaped mirror
Elegantly hanging in my chamber, I move closer,
Wondering if the mirror will tell me if this is it
The wind blew gently against my skin, calling me…
“Quickly, free yourself!” it said,
Moving closer to the open window
I realize each step is leaving an imprint-
Traces of lust and desire and troubles conquered,
A reflection of Laughter, joy and romance
Throughout the years.
Entranced in the moment, tears flow rapidly,
Looking to the heavens, a whisper of prayer
Utter from my lips
“Dear god, is this it for me?”
The wind blew soft and swift against my skin,
Relinquishing my tears into
Crystallized drops upon my cheeks.
A smile brushed my lips like sweet nectar;
A drop of honey on my lips revitalizing, nourishing
Me to the core—overpowering my every sense.
I looked to the heavens for the last time,
There he came to me,
A delicately drawn portrait within the clouds
Again a voice call to me, now closer than before
Turning to look, my father stood adoring the silhouette
I stood before him,
A smile radiating from his face, following his embrace
“One last look” he says to me,
The look in his eyes was sparkling like the sun reflecting it
Essence up an emerald pool
I face myself in the mirror and smiled.
It was time-
One last time,
I look to my father, took his hand,
And began my long walk down the aisle;
Each step leaving trails of distant memories.
There, my future stood, the sparkle in his eyes
Like a well lit camp fire: burning strong and bright.
Looking deeper into his eyes,
I see only me, my soul’s resting place
“ Dear God, he is it for me”
I Do
Secretly yours and primeval beat,
Our virgin bodies are preceding production.
Skins generating indispensable heat,
An artistic cadence of vital seduction.
Touch, smell, and kiss- my soul is complete.
Feel the lines and curves as an introduction
An open valley, come, no need to be discreet.
I want everyone to know the suction
Your kisses derives of my mind, let us replete
The endless strokes, which broke an artist’s construction
A public performance, our love is a treat.
She whispers-
Things he been longing to hear.
The falseness of the duration
Made no matter for he had
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And notice a sudden change;
Her brown eyes, beautiful they are
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Somewhere between times our souls touched.
A painter’s brush caressing us delicately;
Desirous Angels praising about our love.
I lost you once, blindly across space
My heart knows no other but yours.
Hands entwine like a sailors knot
We sail across the stars,
Anchoring our thoughts by the moon.
Our essence exposed, lucid emotions
Twist in our very core, I am yours.
This is how it was meant to be,
Written in the stars, before the day
Our spirits embrace itself into existence.
Doubts and pains aside, even after bereavement,
How can I not know my very own soul,
My quiescence staring in face,
Touching me, kissing me, kindly loving me,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever.