Author: poetryfest

So…my face met hands and feet once again today
But I’m confused more than afraid
He said, “I love you”…she said, “I got you”
But then I remembered my parents telling me, “I brought you in this world, I’ll take you out of it.”
As they beat me hand and foot too!
Now…what do I do?
Everyone I give my heart to comes with a foot or a fist
Trying to love and turn the other cheek but now I’m pissed
Me and self-had a conversation today
I said touch me again and see what happens
You may be afraid I might fly off like a falcon
My silence scares you
You think all I think about is you, or how to get back at you
But I really love and trust God so I want HIM to stop you
All I keep hearing in my head is “LEAVE!!!” and “RUN!!!” But….
If I do that…my back may get the bullet from the gun
Might flip the story around to make me look like the bad one
But then I hear,
“Fear Not”
“Be of good courage” and
“Don’t be afraid for I Am with you wherever you may go”
So I gather my things to leave
While they’re not looking, I flee at the first opportunity
You’re in God’s hands now
I can’t be found so don’t try looking me
I didn’t want to leave the life I built
Months and years spent building a relationship
Thinking if I leave how much time was wasted
Now realizing my life and safety are more important

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~JSpeaks The Poet~

How frequencies can so easily weave into each other
Makes me feel confused
I walk my own unpredictable path
But if the shiftings of energy will do as they do
We are all screwed
We are all used
As pawns in this system we are sorely abused

Can we control our energies, paradoxically so
Or will the time-space continuum keep us with its flow

Our time ticks by
Measurements defined by us hominids survive
We see others flock to chase things in their minds

Is freedom a lie if death inevitably arrives?

We are, simply-put, cogs in this place
Where even our space is full of particle waste

We aren’t allowed the honor of expanding our souls
But to get us out of this solar system, is a worthwhile go get ’em
To be rid of this gravity that is the force of our rhythms

Before dark matter sweeps in and absorbs all our sins
Before parallel universes can be happily jumped in
To play with your friends, you
Have to lose your mind enough to not be ashamed
Of all being the same, of knowing we all came, together
Frame by frame, in this cyclical game
Keep pushing forward, they say,
And maybe something worthwhile will happen your way before the end of your days
To pacify a piece of your childish brain
Truth be told,
It doesn’t really matter.

The universe owes us nothing and
They grey goo will get us anyway.

Ciao,

#TalynEdelson

Loving you was like the falling
Of dew drops on fresh rose petals.
Loving you was like the descending
Of the first drops of rain on grass.

Your love made me feel
The moon on a pitch-black sky.
Your love made me see
The sun at the break of dawn.

Your hands wiped my tears
When I felt doleful –
They not only soothed my pain,
But also anchored me to a safe abode.

Your eyes made me see
A different world full of colours:
A world where peace, love and mirth
Coexist together forever.

I am thankful to God to have
Found you, the first love and the love
Of my Life – for giving me a chance
To live again and enjoy it to the fullest.

My father was a God

No wonder I felt I was warring with fate

That rage

I see all the old ways

The thick strength of your hands

That old timey jargin

Like artifacts buried in the desert

The wind shifts and I stumble over an old relic

I was tired

Worn through

It’s jarring

To be cluttered with your DNA

Even things I thought were idiosyncratic

Unique

Just remnants

Of your tattered cloak

the freedom raft was set to sail
the angels on our side
we pushed off righteous, bright and young
were sure we’d need no guide
our eyes affixed to distant shore
no turning off to side
we’d set the goals from man and God
let’s trample out the lies
I held position in the rear
each one within my sight
I pushed and pulled upon the pole
from morning into night
the promised land would soon be ours
but I was growing weak
when holding tight, stick stuck with mud,
I stayed, struck dumb my speech
A boy alone atop a pole
no head did turn to aft
then clinging, screeching, help me, hear.
a tide did move the raft
They drifted off, I left behind.
none dared to say I’m gone
betrayed to die upon a stick
so Angels can’t be wrong

II
They found a flat dead body there
dried flakes upon a spoon
they pride and pulled to get me off
the boy who’d been marooned
I cracked, I chipped, I stuck in spots
it took most half the day
they wish they’d never seen this place
and gone another way
and why he’d fried and died that way
was food for all their thoughts
when barely 20 minutes swim
he’d been upon those rocks
but place me not unto the side
the others taught me well
there is but one destination
a single place to dwell
eyes fixed directly towards that light
the mind locked in a room
the dream filled home high on a hill
winged Angels coming soon

III
The ones who had abandoned me
were in the crowd that day
when one would meet another’s eyes
they’d quickly turn away
then late one night all gone to bed
with multi-colored dreams
Remembering how they’ve been before
recalling merry things
and one by one they left their homes
and snuck down where I lay
each gripped a morning glory
as they’re tears fell on my grave
a pact was made between themselves
a silent knowing thing
a way to feel good again
they’d sail again next spring
So just another season then
they’ll haul me down the hill
they’ll hold me tight to my surprise
and love me, yes they will
Again I’ll sail along with them
death need not be my lot
I’ll laugh again and smile and dream
Believing every drop
The shining home, the happy end,
the angels and the wings
again will be within my grasp
and boldly shall we sing
That night now seems so long ago
I wonder where they’ve got
The promised spring is hard to see
It’s dark down in this spot
Though waiting here is awfully cold
I’ve learned a warming trick
I simply think back to the time
the sun shone on my stick

when the clock of civilization has lost its sense of time
she perceived the world without knowing its malicious darkness,
a lonely young girl died many times
before her death when
she was gang-raped by some beastly men,
suffered many days and months,
she delivered one day a baby girl,
that day on her baby’s little hand
no crescent moon had reached,
no star dropped from the sky,
no one tolled a bell from the distant cathedral,
no song was in the air, no artful flute was blown,
the girl cast her unseeing look at the society
that mocked her, betrayed her!
she smiled at her baby, the God smiled too,
her rhythmic heart blended with a harmony
that brought a perpetual benediction in
an ambience of elysian quietness!
without any anguish her mind was in a festival,
there she heard a hymn with deep allusion
she was longing for,
tears rolled down her cheeks,
she closed her eyes!

–Mustofa Munir

Tender flesh scented with musk, reclining, inviting succulent busts.
A fluid dance of complete abandon,
exploring deep passions with total trust.
Planting moist kisses on a body in surrender,
eyes open and close absorbing lustful splendor.
A heartbeat, sigh, moonlight suspended in night sky.

Hungry hands excavating caramel-colored thighs
trembling with nervous delight.
Two beings consumed with primal fire,
melting glacier valleys and igniting hidden desires.
She is like me flowing, meandering through forgotten emotions.
The night winds bring on these dreams of long denied devotions
new fantasies maintain memories of gentle love
crushed, cast into the ocean’s coral bottom.

By: Donna Maria Woods
Genre: Romantic, Sexual

In my little finger, buried deep, is a splinter
I hardly noticed it at first
but it twinges, it feels strange
and the skin is not healing over it
I try prising it out with a needle and make myself bleed
This produces more pain than the splinter
so I leave it awhile, ignore it, but it twinges
feels strange and the skin will not heal

In my mind is a splinter
I hardly noticed it at first but it twinges.
It feels strange and wakes me in the dark
I try to uproot it only to feel ashamed
so I place my thoughts elsewhere, but it twinges
and I find myself awake, eyes wide searching the darkness

Outside there is a splinter
a thorn so long it pierces earth, sea and sky
a thundercloud bursting with bitterness

I glance up and feel hopeless, heart hammering
frustration with myself, with all of you
Why? Why did we just leave it there?
Who? When? Where? How did it grow so large?
I just have to look away.

I ignore it, count my blessings, try to stay positive
The Earth is now a stranger
Half of the harp strings are detuned.
A discordant song rises up with the moon

Imagine. Just imagine a life free from splinters.
Could there be a sanctuary of sweet somnolence?
A wonder of Oneness?
The Universe sliding into blessed oblivion slaps itself
Shockwaves ripple into tidal waves
an endless ocean of motion and emotion
cycles, seasons, madness and reasons,
a symphony of cacophony in starbursts
the splintery splendour of Life

The pale of night resolute to memories.

The skies bleed as the darkness turns to light and becomes bright.

A breathing light takes the shadow to the warmest level.

A deep moonlight sounds the songs of the stare waking.

The pale night brings the brightest shadow. Merry greetings with a touch of fortune on your way. . .
Always Dea Divi thee Lovely Dee…

“And I have facets of many faces, I live with the cosmic scope of life with a haunting magic melody, yet I am a wanderer, writer and storyteller. . .”

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