a voiceless fury
caressing the perfect
stone of your
quiet
emerging on the
rough edges of my
dream
carrying the seed
of a ravaging
desire to wonder
and wander
in the contours
that crowd
your mind.
mirage
posted by
imani
, Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 4:24 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
hell burning
across unyielding valleys
consciousness transgressing
through uncertainties rippling
evil desires
sin without absolution
emptiness fills
death in motion
motion in death
fills emptiness
absolution without sin
desires evil
rippling uncertainties through
transgressing consciousness
valleys unyielding across
burning hell.
across unyielding valleys
consciousness transgressing
through uncertainties rippling
evil desires
sin without absolution
emptiness fills
death in motion
motion in death
fills emptiness
absolution without sin
desires evil
rippling uncertainties through
transgressing consciousness
valleys unyielding across
burning hell.
incognito
posted by
imani
, at 4:20 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
your apparition
haunts me
and my soul cannot
escape,
my lips speak of a name
softly gliding
through my consciousness
reverberating
in the mute
chaos...
as you tame
the storms and
vanquish the
battles i have
to face
you touch my
heart like a
blossoming lotus,
but the hourglass is turning and
i cannot break it...
we do not remember days,
only moments
as i do not remember
time nor space,
i only remember you.
haunts me
and my soul cannot
escape,
my lips speak of a name
softly gliding
through my consciousness
reverberating
in the mute
chaos...
as you tame
the storms and
vanquish the
battles i have
to face
you touch my
heart like a
blossoming lotus,
but the hourglass is turning and
i cannot break it...
we do not remember days,
only moments
as i do not remember
time nor space,
i only remember you.
fall
posted by
imani
, Friday, July 24, 2009 at 10:11 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
gathering momentum,
accelerating,
gravitating
towards
your earth
your supple skin
and with careful
glances
drink from your
flesh
savor your air
my innocence
begets
wonder.
accelerating,
gravitating
towards
your earth
your supple skin
and with careful
glances
drink from your
flesh
savor your air
my innocence
begets
wonder.
between
posted by
imani
, at 10:05 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
unknowingly
with all fervor and
desire
i have become the ocean
where i let your
sand play on my
wide shore
i have become the
waters that bathe
and wash your
feet at night
unknowingly
with all grace and
simplicity
you have carved
a heart
out of my stones
you have created
a dream
out of my life
and between
your rivers and
my reveries
lie the leaves
that have fallen
as my soul hastened
to your embrace
a steady, fiery
hunger that
started when
and ends never.
with all fervor and
desire
i have become the ocean
where i let your
sand play on my
wide shore
i have become the
waters that bathe
and wash your
feet at night
unknowingly
with all grace and
simplicity
you have carved
a heart
out of my stones
you have created
a dream
out of my life
and between
your rivers and
my reveries
lie the leaves
that have fallen
as my soul hastened
to your embrace
a steady, fiery
hunger that
started when
and ends never.
embraced
posted by
imani
, at 10:05 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
by the warm, soft,
sweet yearning
i have found
in your mouth
the heat coming
from your little
fingers as
you touched
my face
i was left
desiring to linger
for five more minutes
to devour the
fire in your eyes,
the mist in your tongue
the electricity in your
gaze, in your words,
in your being
wanting to be lost
inside the mess
in your head,
untangle each knot
the way i would
unravel
you...
with my delicate
hands.
sweet yearning
i have found
in your mouth
the heat coming
from your little
fingers as
you touched
my face
i was left
desiring to linger
for five more minutes
to devour the
fire in your eyes,
the mist in your tongue
the electricity in your
gaze, in your words,
in your being
wanting to be lost
inside the mess
in your head,
untangle each knot
the way i would
unravel
you...
with my delicate
hands.
xxi ordinary things | poem ten
posted by
imani
, at 10:00 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
raining heartbeats
the burdened sky
frees my soul
clasped by shadows
moving and stealing
the light away
darkness comes in
to devour and chain
me to a memory still
and all i can utter
is your name like
a prayer ~ i, ever so
silent, mute, unspeaking
my spirit whispering
infiniteness, forever
to a moment i have
yet to hold.
the burdened sky
frees my soul
clasped by shadows
moving and stealing
the light away
darkness comes in
to devour and chain
me to a memory still
and all i can utter
is your name like
a prayer ~ i, ever so
silent, mute, unspeaking
my spirit whispering
infiniteness, forever
to a moment i have
yet to hold.
ruin
posted by
imani
, at 10:00 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
as my body grows
cold and numb
it painfully remembers
the instrument of your
wrath
~ shackling my faith
as my eyes overflow
with tears and
all i can see is the
vision of a love
i once felt
the love we once had
and now, even when
its sweetness withers
the flowers
the fire thaws
the ice that covers
my heart
this passion
and disillusion
resurrects my soul
to its ruin.
cold and numb
it painfully remembers
the instrument of your
wrath
~ shackling my faith
as my eyes overflow
with tears and
all i can see is the
vision of a love
i once felt
the love we once had
and now, even when
its sweetness withers
the flowers
the fire thaws
the ice that covers
my heart
this passion
and disillusion
resurrects my soul
to its ruin.
breathing | poem five
posted by
imani
, at 10:00 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
the voices
rape the silence
in my head
scarring, bleeding
not to die
but to remain
alive, drowning in
agony, the ugly
and bitter memory of
my youth
taken away, my hands
are empty and
i am surrounded
by a void.
rape the silence
in my head
scarring, bleeding
not to die
but to remain
alive, drowning in
agony, the ugly
and bitter memory of
my youth
taken away, my hands
are empty and
i am surrounded
by a void.
breathing | poem sixteen
posted by
imani
, at 9:59 PM, in
Labels:
ars poetica
moving across
this endless tight rope
from one point
to another
in between ~
a gaping space ~
to be filled only
by doubts and disillusions
my soul wrestling
with fate
not wanting to
give up,
pushed to
its limits,
choked and haunted
by your envious
smile.
this endless tight rope
from one point
to another
in between ~
a gaping space ~
to be filled only
by doubts and disillusions
my soul wrestling
with fate
not wanting to
give up,
pushed to
its limits,
choked and haunted
by your envious
smile.
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