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Clarity

Sometimes when you look back in anger,
in between the mist of your emote eyes,
you see clarity and then you know
that you can let go, of everything that you are holding on to
with that tight rope, that is burning into your skin,
the one that will leave a mark on you and remind you of the pain within
so let go, “it’s okay” a magical voice may whisper into your lobes,
there is nothing that could have been done and fate might be to blame,
but letting go of one’s anger does not mean the build of another!
don’t blame fate too much for this either!
remember the good that it brought
remember the good that you now know
seize the day, let the rope fall down
and climb back on to that step and look around!
clarity without bias is a gift that you must will to be
and once it’s yours, hold that will close and breathe…


Situations present themselves to you, and sometimes the truth hurts, and even the situations. But, you need to see the good in those situations for those who are loyal to you in the midst of the evil that calls out to you to join The Sith. Be thankful that your Anakin didn’t cross over to the Darkside but stayed with your Padma, and pity Count Dooku who festers on the people’s fears and entices them to join him in his trysts. I’m frankly thankful that my Padma has her Anakin and he had the courage to say ‘NO’ to Count Dooku and stand strong by her side. I feel sorry for you, but I’m not petty enough to not friend you. So I will. And here I am, with clarity.

Yes, clarity, poetry and Star Wars at 6:00am brings you a post such as this.


Fine Wine

Soft supple like a new babe’s bottom
the contours of your waist feels to my touch.
No sharp angle, no jutting sword
that springs out at you while you duel and jaunt
Round and shapely like a graceful pear
the curves of your hips call out to me in sight.
No box of secret, just a woman’s tale that wish-washes
when she walks seducing my eyes and the coils of my soul.
Strong and mighty like am amazon princesses,
the swift moves of your legs mesmerise the inner sanctum of my mind
No stilts of wood, just flesh and glory
that makes a manhood jolt as heels add to the magnificence of these two combined.
A marvel of the true world, a figure of 8,
the epitome of an hourglass slinking through time
to capture a life worth living, knowing and savouring
like expensive wine of a distinguished time.

Celebrating women…


Full Moon Wonders

Looking up what to do you see on a clear midnight blue sky? Where the yellow moon blazes against the darkness; whilst it shines on you stare on, your eyes glazing over without blinking not even for a moment?

Do you see the millions of stars, that sparkle like gold, glitter, and blink at you like beautiful bright eyes, and as you take it all in? Do you see yourself lost in this endless dark pool that envelopes you from within?

As you breathe, do you feel it on the back of your spine the thought of who might be looking up above with you yet a million miles away sharing the same thought as you did?

Who in a million, billion, and trillion miles could it be? Who could capture the same thought, the same memory and make it theirs, yours, ours and wonder what you might be wondering, feeling what you are now feeling?

Then in a fleeting glance, a blink of an eye, that thought is gone but only to be replaced by another so powerful. One with that yearning to meet this other person, who may or might not be your twin in thought and mind.

Someone who is lonely or someone who loves a full moon night, one without the clouds to hide its beauteous sight. Someone who is clearly different from the rest, one that will stop and admire what doesn’t tickle the rest.

With hope in your heart, and love fleeing in your eyes, hoping you’ll find someone to share the woe in your heart.  Hoping to make something beautiful shine with all its might, like the orb above.

Her broken heart with yours, to make one that is new, one that is whole, one that will change the world and make it glow, incandescently, like the moon that stares you at you now, above like a guardian wishing you well.

Image Credit : darkmatter257

Dedicate to T, you’re that rare yellow orb against my midnight sky, and in you I find, home.


The Path…

Another attempt at prose…

Walking down this lonely darkened road, a familiar pathway trodden down upon just a yonder ago. I see the signs that this road held last year, which led me down a future that I’ve made past with, home to battle scars and fear.

Looking closely into the signs I see and ponder, should I let them lead me where I was last, or should I stop to investigate the footprints in the sand. Should I inquire from the only soul in sight, a man that’s tall and dark, yet not dark as night.

Oh this familiar path, it haunts me, so much so that my nights are ever cruel. Every time I trudge along way of the dark, the cold, it mocks me with eerie taunts and I weep with reddened tears aloud.

Drawn in magnetism to the bleak end of the road, drenched in sudden solemn “Turn away”, my conscience calls. But the smog almost reels me in with mysterious songs and I hear the evil snickers of promises of being led to where I unduly belonged.

Alone, cold and reeled into the curious cloud of body made of my fears, with it all, down this path I’ll be led. Down it I shall be taken, even to my death bed. For this path, so cruel yet so close to my skin, has become the reason of my only sin.

By Lady-Amarillis

More on Love…

Upon reading Ameena Hussein’s latest work of literature “The Moon in the Water”, I found myself pondering on this very matter of love as she had masterfully intertwined it in various measures, instances and of course forms. It was then I dabbled in prose trying to determine my own rendition of it.

“What is love? I asked myself, if not a fleeting emotion, that we mere mortals have come to name. A four letter word, if nothing more, how can we define the way we feel about one another? How can we define the way we are with one another? Is it physical? Is it really emotional? Is it lust or is it care? We know not really, for we ourselves render what love means to us. We ourselves render the bond, the relation, the link we hold with our hands, with our hearts, with the ones we cherish days in and days out. Whether its the person you think about each morn or night, whether it is the one your heart breaks to remind, whether it is the one who makes your eyes pore with life, that is what love is to you and cherishing that moment, you will find love, in all its glory, nothing better than in that moment you will find.”


Confessions

Days pass by me, as I wonder my purpose in life, the cause for deeds done and the reasons why I have been alive. Almost scrupulous, near promiscuous, this is wrong I tell myself. I know it is, but where do I stop myself from being thus? When will the past remind me where I must draw the line? Sadly and slowly, I succumb to the emptiness that my heart has come to be. I alone will struggle through the depths of forgiveness, in myself I must find, the deeds of wrong and those of right that have passed with minutes passing. Even with forgiveness unto myself, my mind will not allow me desired sleep tonight.

I trudge along a path of no absolution, a desire that runs deep within. Carnal pleasures resound, these walls mimic its stories, but with depression it has bound me slave to cynicism and narcissism both. Shameful and with due penance by the Lord, I live in fear of judgment at the gates. I loathe the sinner rooted within me with purpose, dragging me to the evils that I possess.  Letting the good die, writhing in pain and never in light. Darkness arrives, with determination and deceit. Power fills the senses, leaving the mind marred and broken in tears. The liar lies laden with gold, reaping triumphant jubilation, but alas the truth is buried six feet below. As the last light dies from within, smirks of truths untold lie on irritated lips. Spake it aloud cried my mind, or forever lie unjust, the world spins not on lies but painful lust.


End of Us

To sit here, past the journey we have come, and to have watched it pass by, I wonder would our bond ever have lasted, forever or evermore if our personalities had not taken sides? But as time proceeds stronger we grow day in and day out, to become beings of desire and absolution bidding adieu to that of hunger and desolation.

With due regard of everything that has been, we have parted and parted we shall seem. For whatever our past held in part, tomorrow won’t see its light, the door has closed, the sheen has died.

I wish you luck, with memoirs of what we once were, may you prosper  and may you achieve your plights. With honour shall we walk away heads held high. You and I were what we were but now never to be again, the end of us has come, the reaper waits by our sides.