As You sleep soundly
I have a profound longing
To hear your voice
But I'll stay silent
Allowing You to have
Your beautiful violet dreams
It is the color of the power inside You
The fire that drives You
Your strength and stamina
Make Your spirit bleed
Radiant indigo ink
I need it to sink into my skin
With cleansing rejuvenation
I will be baptized by Your beauty and
Blessed by Your holy heart
You are my profound prophet
You sing me scripture
Every time You speak
You are my divine deity
I lay at Your feet
Praying I deserve to feel
Your loving heat
Your clairvoyance purifies me
With Your open oracle spirit
Spouting moonshine mysteries
In magical mountain memories
Dancing through Your mind and
Coming alive inside your eyes
For all to see the
Blessing of life free of disguise
Inside you is
The value of so much:
The heart I hold so dear.
The soul that stands beside me.
Destroying my fear and
As I watch it disappear
I thank the Earth for
Helping you find me
We both revolve around the same world
I am the sun shining in adoration
You are the magnificent moon
Making sure I am safe
I am the warmth to guide You home
While You roam nights alone
I hope You know
I'm always going to be here when day breaks
I worship Your grace
Because the kind lines of Your face
Have proven to me
You are worthy of it
Your being allows the ocean to move
So I want to crash into it
Burning out but covered in
Anything You have touched
Except I won't
Because I know You need me
An inferno aflame
For my full moon baby
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make him eat me when I done
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You can hear it in the ringing of bells
And the soundest of stories.
You can see it in the way the snow falls
And the way the world is full of light.
It is the magic all around us,
From the stories of brighter stars
And the idea that maybe
Reindeer can fly in December
And magic hats can bring cold men to life.
There are some wrapping gifts to give
And others are lighting candles,
All the while
The saints are outside singing
Of the Messiah,
Of God here with us,
Of wishing you a merry Christmas
And maybe we could join them.
But it’s a silent night
It’s cold outside
So stay a while,
Stay here in the warmth
Of vivid lights and winter memories.
And remember that the breath of heaven
Exists just beyond us,
Just beyond the firelight
Where the smoke billows out of chimneys
And where Nicholas watches and waits
For us to fall asleep
With dreams of sugarplums dancing.
And remember that faith
Is something that keeps us warm
And keeps our spirits merry.
So deck the halls
And let it snow,
Because I have heard
That there are saviors born
Under the bright stars in Bethlehem stables,
Meant to bring peace to all of us.
And right now
There are living nativities
And children rockin’ round evergreen trees,
All the while
There are angles in the sky singing
Of the Messiah.
Singing of joy
And maybe we should listen.
‘Cause it’s a holy night
So remember Jacob Marley,
And the little drummer boy.
And remember the truth of the Christmas story,
That it’s a wonderful life
And that if Charllie Brown’s Christmas tree
Taught us anything,
Is that a little love can make us grow.
So let it snow, let it snow,
Let it snow.
We must extract
Spare not the child
as protective shell,
a lie, an aberration.
Take slender branches and fire
to drive this devil out.
A lip split
and a tongue dashed
like rocks tear holes in boats.
All are guests in the house of
and those outside should perish
as the word of God commands.
A jawbone snapped
can curse no more
and little teeth
buried better as a mouth filled with clay.
I believe in God
and He knows
I am not a witch.
His last words
were the name of the church
that saved him,
before night came
and cleansed him of their sins.
the moths and the tulips hear
The light flashed across as birds would –
Crushed in a stair of painted flecks.
History writes nothing but famines and burnt flesh,
Closing in on a blurry pile of curtain thread,
Like posts starched white with meandering snow.
The basin lies glazed and porcelain cracks grey
With shadows and real estate fields.
A landlord who is too old for doorbells,
But instead eats only avocados and drinks the juice of smoke –
Who cares for winter? Can you tell? Can you still see the sun in the sky?
Edged and dark nights weigh heavy on a cast-iron bend,
And chapels once filled lay with empty pews, gathering dust.
The laundromats stay open,
And flies lay still in the garage,
While nervous tenders sweep their brooms.
The doors are locked and the dirt floats in the air.
My angel used to laugh, but she don’t laugh anymore,
Fat and satisfied with decay.
Shades down and bees flying around potted plants,
Where the incandescence draws them in
To a room full of wine and grapefruits.
Gold bracelets as worn as an old symphony played over and over.
Ambitious sketches of radio programs
(The moths and the tulips hear -
They always listen in).
Has the sun disappeared from the sky? Is this what we should call night?
It has come down here with us – it leaves us with this coat of smoke.
My angel used to laugh, but she is dead,
And now the only holy thing I see in these streets,
Is the patient bloom of gasoline.
Went to the moon on a Monday.
When the moon was full.
So I could meet the man.
To eat his cheese and hear his sleaze
So I could watch the lunatics.
Down upon his mother earth.
Viewed only through his noble eyes.
Went while the world slept.
Soundly in the noiseless void
The place was cold.
The only satellite near.
I fancied a pint.
Was feeling rather dry.
However I was out of luck.
No-one on the moon sold beer.
He's just languishing.
Only drinking in the midnight skies.
Went to the moon on a Tuesday.
While his was just a half.
Tried to balance of the edge.
But all he did was laugh.
In darkness I did hide.
Lost somewhere went off wandering.
Walking lonely on the darker side.
Went to the moon on Wednesday.
Wednesday was wonderful.
Watched moonlight catch the sun.
In an aura,
An orange holy glow.
Went to the moon on Thursday.
Thought it would be so much fun.
Hiding in the moonlight away from midday sun.
Went to the moon on Friday.
Fancied being free.
Put my high heels on.
So I could just be me.
Kick up non-existent stones,
Have a magic float.
Gravity my missing friend.
Can never hold me down.
Went to the moon on Saturday.
Escaped the what's the matter day.
Never work on Saturday.
Danced on the moon on Sunday.
Partied on til Monday came.
Down to Earth as work's begun!
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
So silence awaits once more
and it's quite a scene
as our confusion envelopes the hypocrisy
of the chaste whore
who says once more
we are celeste
the virtuous maidens
of the night and cursed are we
with the plight of the folly of our sex.
the holy Mary cries for our sins
our sexuality unspoken
our faithless oppositions
our identities stolen
by objects of the night
a billboard of
a cavernous hole with
satin titillating sights.
to the men that are so attractive
that represent our needs
our desires and wants
by their undeniable marble bodies.
to the men that are so attractive,
to open our doors, to carry our purses,
to make our decisions without any strife.
to the men that are so attractive,
to make us feel again, to fill in a cavernous hole,
to give us children that fight.
And for me,
love me, hold me tight, kiss my cold nose in this winter's night,
be attractive, just only attractive,
for you are nothing but
the man I love,
whole with all my heart.
you made me feel
like less of a cage
for one night
my bars were branches
i have since, however,
thrown away the key.
wore your heart on your knee
we spent three months
until i found you
washing your sheets
you made me impulsive
i knew nothing but your name
we shared our skin for three & a half hours
until i faked a text
and rushed to leave.
one night stand,
and all fours,
we were eachothers last resort
the whole time
i felt like the aftermath of a catherine wheel
all my charred skin wanted
was to find something for breakfast.
found comfort together
2-3 nights a week
momentary comfort left me
with uncomfortable shame
maybe that's why i never said your name
always tried to hide my face.
your arms were meant to be a haven
i was supposed to find god in you
we ought to have been scripture
but i am not a holy temple
and i stopped praying years ago.
you made me shine
from across the bar
it didn't take you long
to get me into a taxi
didn't take you long
to stain my skin
didn't take me long to let you in
now every time i see you
i know i'll never be clean
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; firstname.lastname@example.org)
My name is Joseph
Am a Jewish bachelor
Or call me a male spinster
Am a poor penniless carpenter
Am pushing forth and back my plane
And waving my old claw hammer
Hitting the nail on the head
And chopping of its ears by my adze
In the entirety of Israel and Hebrew world
My beautiful Hebrew fiancée is Mary
No she is already my wife , Mary wife of my youth
She is pregnant minus my nuptiality
Minus my conjugal enfranchisement
And the man who fertilized her
Was witnessed and flunkeyed by Gabriel
The airy voice in the amorphous whirlwind
Without form and shape but erotically crazy
How sad; I am a victim of the spiritual powers that be
My jealousy of humanity will be condemned blasphemous
Kindly come and feel with me, please feel for me
How do you see? For someone else
To have sex and sex with your newlywed wife
Or your beautiful wench
Or your lovable concubineous fiancée
Until he makes her pregnant with male foetus
Then he commands you to marry her
Because you are only a humble wood work
He commands you to accept fornication
As immaculate sex that yield holy pregnancy
Holy conception but nothing bad or foul,
What if that male foetus comes out a son
Who resembles foreigners from beyond the mountain?
But not me, his head having shape of a hook
I am annoyed with this heaven chauvinist religion
This horrible anti-human relationship
From which I will be degraded and come out ignobled
And the one who impregnated my wife
Will be exulted and ennobled to the throne of glory
His son and himself they will be made an exalted religion
But I will die desperate as a carpentering lout
A worthless Jewish oat, reeking a foul stench
O Death! Come take me away from this humiliated life
I don’t want to see this Jewish Mary with her bulging belly
Her beauty and sexuality has made me a village pumpkin
She is in no way a virgin