Genre-Love
It is I
When the night prevails
To have been scorned
Abused and taken for none
My heart still existing
To have it bleed
Again and again
Forever it seems…
An amorous heart
It is I
Never a dull companion
For you my love
Let the blood run
Through my heart
And let it flow
Let it flow through my veins
Forever…
Let my heart beat
When life becomes dull
For in my heart
You will find love again.
By Trizia Franca ( Patrizia Franca Spagnolo )
Where were you?
Were you playing hide and seek?
I waited an eternity for you.
Screaming for you to hear me from a mouth that only longed to taste you.
The sound of your voice shakes my soul.
The answers are locked away in a box that I’ll never be able to open.
I sit on a throne of hope.
Was it all a dream?
If I exposed your naked truth,
Who would you be?
If I told you about your reflection,
While looking at my own,
What would you see?
If your evolvement,
Left you lacking,
What would you call it?
Then?… And?…Now?…
You allowed the female prowess to defile you,
Now, that is not the Goddess way.
Then, You allowed the female Queen B,
To define you,
As you looked to the ground.
Then, she was always demanding what you could not deliver.
Now, A victim.
No, thank you.
Your baggage?
Leave it at the door please.
Your amazing jaded-jagged edges of a hundred tattoos,
Your unfaithfulness,
Her adultery,
You cannot hide soldier wounds.
So, if your evolvement,
Left you lacking,
What would you call it?
Then?… And?… Now?…
Do you look for someone to save you?
Women please! Ask yourself this!
Mr. Dick has left the building.
You are lost at sea!
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Do you look for someone to save you?
If you look forward into the future,
Now, Your kids all grown up,
Now, you are alone.
You must learn to be.
Or do you save yourself?
Men? Do you save yourself?
Are you a man of courage?
Loneliness is a learned skilled.
Or have you no courage to save yourself?
Domination?
Submission?
Which is it?
The creation of a hostile world.
Where no love rest here.
Where the human heart goes untouched,
Because of past repression,
Your self-exploration lost to the times,
Where no man wept.
No confidence?
No backbone?
Are you simply a pansy?
Ripped of your manhood.
Blamed on changed woman roles.
Do you not have your own thoughts and views?
Whether they fit or don’t fit into someone’s conception of disturbed reality.
Or are you an alpha with much to prove?
Men? Women?
A narcissist waiting to attack, perhaps?
Or a gentleman with chivalry and half truths?
Your voice orgasmically sweet.
Because of the new age of female gender bigotry,
Scandalous hypocrites,
You may call them,
Rejected you are,
Some may well be,
Subjected to instant gratification all of gender’s inequalities,
In a nicely wrapped bow.
It is not my cause to make,
Nor yours,
Nor can I interfere with your journey,
But, such causes do not bring love,
Love is politically incorrect as it should be.
They bring division,
Love is not about equality,
Money,
Passive Aggressiveness,
Narrative dictation,
Schedules,
Bury me now!
Check please, she says.
Speaking for all women, she continues.
Do not speak for me lady.
Your struggle is not the same as mine, nor mine yours.
Own your own pain,
Do not speak on mine.
Love is not about fairness,
As he makes her lift all the boxes,
Because she can,
Decide what you can do for her from the beginning,
Or you will be lost in your own path.
Years later trying to redeem,
Your self-identity.
All in which you cannot ever get…
A strong foundation not built based on love.
And, when her back goes out,
She is suddenly seen as weak,
Denying her own self-preservation,
Unable to have foresight of what is to come.
Again, not your cause or is it?
When you humanize the desired result,
From wishful thinking to reality,
From the heart,
There is no cause,
There is only love,
In this hostile world.
Do not bring labeled hostility in the bedroom
I do not want to be subjected,
I want to be accepted.
No matter which way,
My legs open,
I want to be safe, strong, vulnerable, and emotionally stable,
Way before you enter me.
Held in your arms,
In the aftermath,
Of juicy honey dripping passionate sensation.
Naked.
Time suspended for all eternity.
Swiftly through the clouds,
Pillowed mind,
The truth in a glory climax,
Rainbows of raptured love,
Take me now!
Tears of joyfully release for the both of us.
Naked truth.
Stilled in that twilight moment of ether.
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!
I am human,
So take the categories away,
Spiritual,
Racial,
Account for being,
And be human,
Be a man.
Have a heart,
Because when you fall,
You will need a strong woman with a beating heart to help you up,
Not bring you down,
Not mother you,
But, a real woman.
Do not blame me or her or anyone else,
Not even yourself.
Take responsibility for whatever went wrong and move on,
Your belief system is a little skewed,
Based on societal views,
If you are unable to be naked in the mirror,
And speak to your reflection,
To me,
From your heart,
We drip the same colour blood,
Your nakedness exposes you,
To your own half truths,
As you make love to yourself,
In your one minute stance,
I will no longer be there,
Come when you are ready,
As you always will,
I have survived on less.
The ship will keep sailing,
But, I am not lost at sea.
When the storm wipes you out,
You will have nothing to stand on,
Not even yourself.
Is that how you want your story played over and over again?
You might want to learn how to feel,
And speak your truth,
Fully!
Love you first,
Before you even think of loving me.
That my dear is the naked truth.
The ONE… Naked Truth.
Copyright © 2018 Niki Bell
We were there…
When the sons gathered;
And they sang before your throne;
When a star fell beyond his own;
We were there…
Hearing every single word;
And embracing the glorious third.
It was superb…
when you moved the surfaces;
When the dust turned and there were breakages.
A void birthing life…
A man whose name is Christ…
We were there…
When the creature succumed to corruption’s folly;
And all Adam could say was if only…
“If only I remembered”
Soul,
Let me remind you
That it was you who promised the sun while the rains fell;
It was you that shouted I can;
When no one was there;
You knelt;
You wept;
You said;
I will go.
Tell them!!!
“I remember now”
That your dreams are not playground for demons and clowns;
And your feet may be trophies but not ones the dust could brown.
“I remember now”
That it’s just a world you see and not the limit they see.
You’re calcuted
Predetermined even though they assumed you’re dead.
God’s blessings overflowing;
And you are there disowning;
It’s your purpose.
Soul,
Remember how tomorrow’s Haven;
Is in your hands, glowing
Because it’s you He made and it’s you He called,
“child”
.
A pride for you,
The dignity of God.
Remember!
She was beauty set in stone;
I couldn’t move her,
she wouldn’t moan.
She was beauty,
she was sleep.
She was beauty
held at bay –
Held by me,
some might say.
She was beauty turning wild;
though, demurring:
Never mild.
(c) Marc Libidinsky, 1/17/2019
I’ve been standing here. Informal, without my
head bowed, fingers unlocked, shoes on and eyes
open. But I’ve come as humble as I know how. You
see, my heart is grateful for your touch, and in as
much, I honor you. we as your people come to give you praise
never hesitating to say thank you! But sometimes
we’re ashamed to admit just how much we really need you.
We’ve been praying for peace, power and
protection, We’ve been frustrated without regret..
some have cried at the top of their lungs and yet
you’ve seem so far away. And everyday our hearts
longs for something to say just to get your
attention.
We often find ourselves dizzy from walking in
circles and when we try to run, our feet pounds the
sounds of echoes and foot prints are embedded in
hells surface from a heavy heart, a heavy soul and
all kinds of strong holds. Never stopping to
consider that we make the angels jealous…and we
got satan wishing he had another chance do what
we do. But at times our knees get weak and prayer
tends to be the last option we cater to. So we
encounter adoption papers of void fillers and
periodic pain killers to change our frame of
thought. We lay in emergency rooms for hours on
hours waiting on a cure for brokenness and an
antidote to sub-comb our stress. And we repent, in
attempt to apologize. And countless times our sin
has brought tears to your eyes. How soon do we
forget, where our help comes from. And at some
point in time our minds take note of our souls that
could be dangling from a rope. and with hope, we
return to you. Finally, there you are…arms open
wide waiting patiently in line or like a rainbow after
the storm or a silver lining not mistaken for a
shooting star..Inspite of what we’ve done,
darkness is just the space without the sun. See
God, society has tought us to see before we speak,
which turns our faith from you. and in lieu of what
we’ve been through, it often seems like the right
thing to do. But today, today we declare not to
leave like we came. We’ll exhaust ourselves in
exalting you. We vow to worship inspite of what
we’re going through, so when the day is done, the
battles been fought and the victory won. We know
even in the solitude of that 12 hour. you were
there. And because You so loved the world, we so
love you, we thank you for favor and the
abundance of your care. The tears that you so
gently wipe away. The second chances times
infinity. New mercies everyday. When my sins
should’ve sent me to hell, your blood covered me,
like the nails that tore your skin, broke your bones
just for me, to right my wrongs. For me…for we,
for us, You did it. As the cat of 9 tails stripped
away your human rights for the pleasure of agony,
you took the pain you were destine to bare. And
we dare to complain about life ain’t fair.
Nevertheless, here we are…standing. Sometimes
out of pain, when we’ve had all we can take, blood
pressure high, sugar low, broken hearted and
pennyless, feeble minded, weak in our souls, sinful
natured, vicious vocals, careless actions, unworthy
vessels, here we are. Exercising our rights of
worship. Of praise, in these last days, God, please
keep us. Draw us nearer, we plead for intercession
because we know not what we do. Know us,
strengthen us, we are desperate for change. As we
stand here. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
Your presence darkens heart’s delight
As you appear on wings of night
The aura of finality
The only shred of certainty.
You come to take from we who live
What we are not prepared to give
Yet I fear not twelve times twenty-three;
Why should I have fear of thee?
It may ne’er be understood
What dwells beneath your inky hood
This shroud of fearful superstition
Forbids the light of intuition.
However true this case may be,
I see a similarity:
No individual represents
A single purpose or intent.
In other words, one soul is named
A hundred ways and lives the same.
A father is a husband, too
So it must also be with you.
Harbinger of raw despair,
Cause for unexpected care,
Pain and suffering’s liberator,
Sudden heartbreak’s cold curator,
The ending steps of every path,
Respondent to a moment’s wrath,
Uninvited company
Into hearts that once were free,
The only constant life reveals,
Desperate hope when fate congeals,
Irrevocable backup plan,
Last regret of every man,
Faceless worry in the night,
Depression lurking out of sight,
Messenger who can’t be shot,
Reminder of what we are not,
Source of sudden inspiration,
Call for reconciliation.
These titles only indicate
A portion of your nature’s state.
You mean but to fulfill a task
Whose ultimate purpose can’t be asked.
DEEP THE NIGHTMARES BURNING BRIGHT
DO I PRAY THE QUICKNESS OF A REPEATED AND ABUSIVE DELIGHT?
MY BREATH HAS BEEN STOLEN, MY COMPOSURE ALL LOST
MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, OVER A SELF -MUTILATION PATH I HAD CROSSED
UNAWARE OF THE THOUGHTS DAY BEFORE I HAD LAIN
TO CAUSE THESE SWEATS, AND THOUGHTS INTENDED NOT FOR THE SANE
THE TREMBLES, THE SHAKES, OH WHY? OH HOW LONG?
HOW LONG CAN ONE ENDURE AN OVERPLAYED SONG?
I WILL THE NIGHTMARES, I WILL THE FEAR
I FEEL SAFE IN THE DARKNESS; SHADOWED BY THE SORROW I WEAR
THIS BURDEN I CARRY, AS MY SCRATCHES HAVE IMBED
WHO WOULD EVER BELIEVE I’M SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD?
I WILL TO SLEEP ALL NIGHT THROUGH
FOR MY WELL BEING’S SAKE
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD ARE OVERDUE
FOR AN ETERNAL SILENCE OVERTAKE
I NEED THE TERROR, I NEED SOME REST
MY HEART WILL NO LONGER BEAT INSIDE OF MY CHEST
I SHALL RIP IT OUT, OH THE BLOOD IT WILL CAST
AN UNINTERUPTED AND INFINITE NIGHTMARE AT LAST..
Last night I dreamt
my indoor shadow
fucked Mary’s outdoor shadow
so out popped
a shadow baby who unlocked
my front door to suckle
under the local lemon tree. How wonderful
to pluck a yellow world and squeeze
its juice into my descendent’s shadow eyes:
he needed to feel shadow pain
grind down his brain.
After mom screamed pellets
to the police, I ran my shadow joy
through a Golden Gate cloud
where the juice burned holes
into the bridge’s red metal, red
like a balloon casting
an urban shadow on Telegraph Hill
when I wake up and assault
my heart up that incline.
After a trolley car
steamrolls over my shadow
at the summit, I drag my bare self
to meet Mary at the sperm bank.
Am I broke? Mary smiles.
She knows my worth.
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