the sandman posted by imani , Tuesday, April 13, 2010 at 8:45 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

another page turns, burning and annihilating
the ones that lived before it, the infinite
and formless time ushers itself to being and nothingness
Death command the hands of Destiny

whilst Despair gnaw on hopeless, miserable
hearts savagely, mercilessly pushing Delirium ~
a fragment, an aeon, a history closer
to knowing and understanding Destruction

Desire has power to spare, kindling a bright, blinding
light across worlds, universes, across
the dark, shattering silence of the night

and life wanes like a weak and muted
star haunted by a fruitless
Dream of the godly ones – the Endless.

falling forward posted by imani , Friday, April 9, 2010 at 3:25 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

a stretch of your skin cover from pole to pole
all that which i attempt to hide from
the world, a tear, a drop of blood, a bruise,
a scar with which all desire for you

keep it from healing – but who needs mending?
When this soul goes back and forth between
the sheets of laughter i gathered from
mornings i lied next to you, from midnights

i was caressed by your voice, tones and
shades of holy and pure light that pour
itself steadily upon memories mercilessly

chaining me to the gorge, falling forward
an empty space, a pit, an abyss, a time alone
with you singing to the wind.

through his eyes posted by imani , Wednesday, April 7, 2010 at 11:06 AM, in Labels: freefall

thank you vinci for posting these photos (theunwritten.multiply.com)! i miss you - your humor is something i need right now. hope to bond with you soon!

your absence posted by imani , at 11:03 AM, in Labels: freefall

made me all the more grateful for my life and for having been allowed to share our triumphs and troubles with you. you were a great person and you are and always will be a father to me.

i pray that you find your light.

we miss you.

overflow posted by imani , Saturday, March 27, 2010 at 6:56 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

this dark age
claims its throne
once more
under punishing,
lamenting, starless
sky that breaks
open sores
some things must
be understood
without being felt
some truths must
be known
without being touched
the ink that overflows
from this
unraveling,
untangling,
unbeing ~
a force, a light, a sound
unknown until now.

only these words posted by imani , at 6:56 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

in shackling
pain this poet
thinks of her goddess
and utters only
these words:
your body unraveling
like a timid flower
caressed by eyelids
and endless sighs ~
that now inhabits
a heart drowning
in sorrow, drenched
in its own darkness,
that seeks the
freedom in its chaos,
that leaps in the
sight of corners
and roads leading to
your hands.

cistern posted by imani , at 6:56 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

sloping, slumbering
seconds that
resonate in the
darkness, the water
that craves a
cistern, a well,
in your hands,
in your mouth,
my faith that
gathers the
incessant fire
of this unsteady,
trembling, yearning
storm
drinking from
the light of your
face.

loss posted by imani , at 6:54 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

when the sky is
denied of the sun,
this body is
denied of your breath,
my sleep is
denied of our dreams
the ravens are
resurrected to
steal the goddess’
scent and stares
aching in
remembering
that my
loss taught
me of
love.

what of death posted by imani , Thursday, March 25, 2010 at 8:14 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

what of death
does a fresh,
intolerant bud
know?
it understands
nothing save
fear, darkness,
the annihilation
of a make-
believe
universe,
it understands
nothing save
pain, a sudden,
screaming halt
that neglects
and forbid
time from
ever happening
again.

this same heart posted by imani , at 8:13 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

this same heart
that you have
beaten and exhausted
will say your name
one last time
one final breath
one timid night
one certain death
and consider
all the other dawn
as holy as this
morning
it starts to realize
the need to love
itself so it
may be
liberated.