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Jul 2013 Amber S

kenye

We were galaxies

Bursting in
                   Bursting out

Time after
Time again

     History was repeating
   but we were missing out

I'm sorry I corrupted your immortal soul

Sometimes you gotta
     tease the darkness out darling

Sometimes when you're standing
     On the edge of everything
     You're free to feel anything

It's only when we're standing
     At the edge of death,
     We've never felt more alive

Like the rush that we get
     When we destroy fine art
     With our minds

We never felt more avant-garde
     Until we set the world on fire
     Just to watch it burn

Then watch the beauty blossom back from the ashes

Jul 2013 Amber S

Dared to live

Jul 2013 Amber S

JM

Dared to live

In our astral oasis
the scorpion and the fish
have no secrets.

The shadows have been buried
under rocks on the bottom
of our stream
and
time is always now,
distance is always here.

Here and now,
I feel your fingertips
in the warm evening air.
Fingers on hands I've never held.

I hear these hands
writing a letter,
sliding across the paper
leaving whispers on the leaves
and fingerprints on
the ancient roots.

Jul 2013 Amber S

(

Jul 2013 Amber S

kenye

(

The wise words taken for granted
The writing on the walls of the establishment.

Just when we want to burn it all down
Just when we realize how small we are

The sky opens up
My third eye's opening
Channeling the guardian angel
In the little black dress

A silver sliver
among the dazzling dynamo of night
waning away illumination
before the dark moon of my mind

I hear her voice resonating whispers
On the astral plane of miscarried ghosts
I'm humming along

Summoning
     some
          summer
               sweetness

To help build me out of the cavities
Behind the teeth
I'm faking a smile in front of

Trying to climb without the rope
Out of the prison pit of existence

To salvage the creations
I snuffed out
Before the light became them
Abortions of ideas
Survived by hope and curiosity

Where will this take me now?
I feel a hand grab mine

Her wisdom crawls up my spine
Setting my mind on fire
I am the new illumination

Reality in focus
Turning my impossibles
Into I'mpossibilities

This is the final phase of the triple Goddess series based on Robert Grave's The White Goddess. Check out ")" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/--945/and "O" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/o-level-oepdipal/

Jun 2013 Amber S

Rotting

Jun 2013 Amber S

JM

Rotting

This restless and irritating
little tick in my skin
won't leave me alone.
I scratch and I pick
and I peel away
my flesh, digging
away the rotten.
My words are matted
cat hair and
malignant growths, needing
to be cut off and out.
I reek of apathy
and whiskey
and lies
and lost sleep
and I feel
as if I am
caught in a swirling
whirlpool of
the kind of loneliness
that consumes men whole.

This has to end.

Jun 2013 Amber S

O (Level: Oepdipal)

Jun 2013 Amber S

kenye

O (Level: Oepdipal)

A surrender to the Supermoon
   The larger than life presence
   Plucking my heart strings
Got me caught up
   In a dark **** fantasy
   About a little death and rebirth

If I go down
   it better be on the divine mother
   Level: Oedipal
Submission towards her power stance
   slipping my fingers up Mother Nature's dress
   In child's pose

Inhaling her presence
   she pulls me to the clouds
   to get to the Holy **** of the sky
To be the mother-******
Tracing infinity loops with my tongue
   trying to see how many licks it takes
   to get to the center of innocence

Back to before it all began to end

Flooding the floors
   She bathes me in moonlight
   The illumination marinates my little transgressions
Drowning out the light pollution
   Purifying my mind
   with the ***** things she whispers
Swaddled up in a bulletproof aura
   Swallowed whole by the void of existence
   I've never felt more secure

Inspired by Robert Grave's "The White Goddess" Check out my post about the Waxing moon Goddess archetype I posted last week titled ")" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/--945/

Jun 2013 Amber S

To: My Generation, Self-Medicated

Jun 2013 Amber S

kenye

To: My Generation, Self-Medicated

We weren't sick
   Until the doctor prescribed
     Our lives away

     I wasn't crazy
   Until they shamed me
For opening my mind

You're not God
   Until you realize
     *We're everybody

Jun 2013 Amber S

Girl's Got Galaxy Eyes

Jun 2013 Amber S

kenye

Girl's Got Galaxy Eyes

Staring down infinity
Through the soul of temptation
Feeling up divinity
Transcending my imagination

Hello, Heaven

Speaking in tongues
Worshiping the Flower Princess
When she offers her sweet blossom,
I'm savoring her as a Goddess

Big banging stars
Back from blackholes
We all come back around
**Illuminated

Jun 2013 Amber S

)

Jun 2013 Amber S

kenye

)

Ms. Maiden of enchantment
Curving my mind
Chasing me down like entrapment

In an attempt to come full circle

Ms. Maiden,
I'm innocent
But I'm guilty of wanting punishment
So string me up and serve
Lashes of liberation

A life sentence

Ms. Maiden,
With a chastity on my imagination
Let me reach to the sky
I'll surrender to the light you reflect

To My Moon Mistress

Jun 2013 Amber S

I want what I want.

Jun 2013 Amber S

JM

I want what I want.

Right now I want to cut myself,
deep.
I'd like to drop lit,
wooden kitchen matches
onto my willing abdomen
and watch
my flesh melt
away.

Something has to give.

Bind me to an iron cross
and flay my skin.
Strike my joints
with a metal rod
until I am
completely broken.

This cannot last.

I'd like to grab
hold of the flesh
under my jaw
and rip my ugly face
off of my ugly head.
I want to pound nails
into my knees,
chew on thumb tacks,
skewer my eyes
with toothpicks.

I spent an hour
scraping calloused feet
and toes when I could
have cut them off
with a pruner
and saved some time.

I'd like to do these
things, but I am
not a *******
I am no victim.
I am no martyr.
I am not so deep
in The Nothing.

I would rather
perform these acts
upon you.

Jun 2013 Amber S

The other day.

Jun 2013 Amber S

JM

The other day.

Sycamore floaters fill the park
and shadows grow long on the hill
as the sun sets on my peaceful oasis.
Dogs are being walked and chickens
are being watered.
The tweekers are on their
rigged up, gas powered bicycles, zipping through
the streets like squirrels in the ancient oak
tree guarding my corner of the block.
Everywhere I look I see fifteen million
emerald leaves shining back the truth to me.