Poetry from 2010 (Part 1)

29/09/13


Here are eleven poems I wrote from January - June 2010 (out of sixty-six). The themes range from war, anger, love, lust and sex to time, gender, existentialism, self-exploration and isolation. 

Angel

I believe in an angel

With ribboning wings

She takes flight into skies

Lit by cheating combat

A saunterer is she

Perched on milky cliffs

Head raised, eyes ajar

Unfurling her precious skin

Her smooth, pastured blood

Corrodes the order of peace

Summoning the contemporaries

Thaws them fit for war

Birds revive her by dawn

Filtering her corpses

Collating in quiet haze

To breathe (millions alike) in

Cave

Glassy river uniting currents,

suspend a quaint translucence.

Flow, you crystalline explorer;

explore my stalactite skin.

My blessed shelter, a rough veneer

demanding limbs inside my core.

Dwell into my middle chamber,

pacify my stemming heart.

Enter the moss-hungry cavern,

faint backward into soft chasms.

Breaking from anxious vines,

I eclipse you from perilous mouth.

My darkness inhibits famine,

provides our place of synthesis.

Cupid

Sitting alone on a rocking chair

until the sun goes down.

Shadows turn to melted

pink arrows on the ground.

I was pierced years before

it became just another day.

My stillness in recent times

caused my love-idle ways.

Walking alone on a hill

holding arrays of flowers.

None could be as red as

the pain of love’s last hours.

I pick every open petal;

one for Grace, one for Belle.

Some fall down like Jade and Hope

but the rest take flight for Val.

Thinking of times gone by

of aphros and burning hearts.

Never did I question

an ending to my own art.

I finish my last search

of any possible love.

Turned to stone like Val,

she knows I did enough.

Infection

Aching teeth yearn melted sweets,

to wrap around those hollow sheets.

Finding pain from the simple joy,

to weave the blood of a broken boy.

The needless drive quivers through me

as I levitate into needles.

The needless drive impales my mind

as I release into nothing.

Aging eyes beg younger hearts,

to shatter the exquisite art.

Earning pride from the winning feat,

to wrap around those hollow sheets.

Thicker skin requires careful caress,

to respond in turn with sultry mess.

Prying open the eyes of lead,

to deny access to those misled.

The needless drive staggers before me,

as I suffer its breath.

The needless drive traipses though me,

as I suffer rebirth.

Let Me Be

In every crevice

Under every leaf

I’ve wondered

In every shadow

Under the water

I’ve suffered

Love might bring a chance

To let live

Let me be

For now, I know

Life opens or closes

Stays the same

Inside my skin

Within the bone

You’ve explored

Atop my chest

In my melting heart

You’ve burned

Forming droplets

Breaking deadlocks

Let me be

My Seductress

My Black Seductress;

sleek in tune,

smoother in tone,

my fingers trace your inspired, leveled skin,

like layers of the last moonlight.

Delicate timbre resonance

reflects my inmost stark.

Though completed by your harmony,

my spirits cannot sustain

a fulfillment in perpetuity, alone.

Your past mistreatments ensure

a soft, intimate caress,

my cautioned method.

As others play inexpertly;

I dare not exploit you.

A fingertip gently lingers,

as my back bends in error,

ignorance thick as a storm

oppresses my urges,

while its rain cannot cleanse me,

nor heal my inexperienced hands.

My Black Seductress;

my undeserving fingers tease

as simply hushed allurements.

We both will have to go without,

vainly capturing the first sunlight.

Pierre

Pierre paints himself a home,

weaseled into his own world.

Equipped with fresh arrogance,

his new degree of sex unfurls.

Pierre attracts with eyes closed,

whispers and pleads to start.

Perpetual alluring breaths

emphasize his useless heart.

That proud step of Pierre's

conceals his lacking life.

Coated with cold hard sex,

that is only how he thrives.

But, Pierre is not skin deep,

his iced eyes beg us all.

And his formidable silence

acts as an iron wall.

He is no longer a secret,

his life is known by man.

So my shadow reaches out

to hold onto Pierre's hand.

He starts to smile again,

to the world now wasted.

Pierre consumes a life,

a reflection he replaces.

***

They’ve crept out together;

Pierre and the boy.

Hid swiftly behind thirsty stares,

the remains of a figure, coy.

Snowball (Angel 2.0)

We retell a myth

With our open hands

Carving in the air

Invitations spared

The luster lacks glimmer

Horizons grow thinner

Still, I assume attack

Crust snaps from the heart

Avalanche commences

Collecting all our love

Snowball commences

Collecting all our love

You lived in hesitance

Eyes were unopened

Visions undeveloped

The rawest spirit

Collect my only love

Spared for broken hands

Collect all our love

Propelling angel

Lay us down to rest

With our opened hands

Entwined in ageless air

Snowball blankets us

Solomon

I nail the coffin shut,

Entomb you in the soil.

Choking is the grit,

All the dirt you’ve spoilt.

I hold the tightened noose,

A body dangles under.

Nightmares chase you deep

Into dreamless slumber

Solomon

How could you be anything?

I wouldn’t reach for your hand

If I were held underwater

That’s where we stand

Solomon

The Sea

When I’m craving attention,

there’s a house to be cleaned.

I am never mentioned

as her tide floods the stream.

If I tried to run away,

she’d net me by the shore,

ensnare me in her notions,

vindicate her frightful flaws.

Before she broke the waves,

I thought of living free.

If we’d never shared blood,

my life would have been.

While I speak achievements,

her baby traps first place.

But if I killed the serpent,

it would mean such disgrace.

Her death would be certain

without the art of swim.

I remain caught in the net,

tangled by local Grim.

Winter

Whisked into a winter brisk

Sewn into journeys alone

Seen to by perfection’s gleam

Exploded into rain’s embrace

A trickling remedy

For sadness and isolation

Heart’s breath on my neck

Awakens the sky, fleck by fleck

Cloud by cloud, star by star

Cascading in sheer brilliance

For my greedy heart

Such a reckoned start

Pin me to a pillow

I will steep in love so brisk

Everyday, in winter’s risk