29/09/13
Here are three poems I wrote back in 2009. (In 2009 I wrote eighty poems)
Here are three poems I wrote back in 2009. (In 2009 I wrote eighty poems)
Genesis (Pick-Me-Up)
Why tear me away
from the nutrients,
red and blue,
in her soiled warmth?
If I hadn’t blossomed,
I’d have followed the tide
carried through the current,
from her insides out.
Breaths prove impossible
when I fly solo
into a tube;
my tissues aren’t white and soft,
but red and blue.
Her legs remain spread,
as ivory hands prod my remains
and pick me up;
she needs the pick-me-up.
Gushed like faulty plumbing
for the months to come,
painting my Genesis’ flower
into a rose;
Sanguine death.
I’ll be her specter,
haunting for reasons unknown.
Did she dispose of me,
or I her?
Oh, my Genesis,
forget any trace of me
now that it’s here again.
The Man Of My Depths
The man of my depths
dares not find the ivory,
but indeed the masculinity
of my own fulfilment.
His swarthy being unlike,
consuming day’s needless light.
Lain in simultaneous unchaste,
our musk blooms rich blossoms.
Surrender life to his Spring,
bearing vibrancy and honour.
This revival of our cultures;
his devouring my own.
Our articulations oppose,
the darker dialect controls me.
Amorous wits now merging,
complete, impartial as men.
A Quicker Sand Than All
Cannot accept control
Denying my own views
Though concerned for others
To myself I’m untrue
Drowned in self-oppression
Runs deep as I am tall
I sink into depression
A quicker sand than all
Throw myself to the wind
Vivacious in the books
Hide my heart of diamonds
Frightened by any looks
I’m a contradiction
Afraid of my submission
Living for the fiction
I’m my own omission
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