loneliness posted by imani , Sunday, November 14, 2010 at 5:24 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

from your fullness sprung a
naive, gentle woman
whose eyes are shut from
your evil, whose lips cannot

speak of your insanity,
whose thoughts are ravaged,
deserted, spoiled
whose soul seeks neither

compassion nor compromise
her fantasies elude her,
judging from one, sharp

breath she takes in so you
may have fire and splendor to
spare on atoms built upon beliefs.

glance posted by imani , at 5:22 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

perfect or imperfect, still or
restless, there are truths
that do not perish, as there
are nights that do not end

i have come to live on
one furtive, fleeting glance
with solitude begging for
another beginning, a chance,

an onset, a possibility
of finding all that remains
after years and years of ruin

and wretchedness, when all
things lie in the mercy of your hands
barren, empty, cold.

passion posted by imani , at 5:19 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

the sadness wraps this body
bare of memories, its veins and
bones exist without a sound
the rain has just fallen,

trespassed the sanctity of this
permutated soul, the light
elevates and escalates until
everything is shapeless

until everything is kindled
by one taunted, delirious
fight that rescues the

dawn from ever being consumed,
racing to the naked, unarmored
embrace i call you.