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Manonsi Nov 2014
I fought hard and saw my skin peel back
From blows that thundered, screamed attack
Sweat poured and mixed with blood and mud
It fed the thirst with gore and crud.

I felt the rips of tendon springs
With fainting pain that numbed my limbs
I burnt, beating down my fists
Drummed the knuckles, broke the wrists.

I heard the whisper of a song
That burst from anguish, from every wrong
I heard it and nursed a growing laugh
I heard it: I am free at last.

The tundra forgave me with watered ice
And cold, I cracked my lips and smiled
Dancing in circles around no hearth
Frozen blisters thawed with death.

I sung to her, I sung to myself
and promised I'd never be silent again.

*And I am free at last
Winter comes dark and I laugh
I fought long, I fought hard
And I am free at last.
Manonsi Apr 2014
A spark –
I and everywhere,
Waves of golden tresses
All discovering, omniscient.

The dark –
I torment with my embrace
She flees, never dares
Hides, repenting -
Sins committed in dreams
Or penitent nightmares.

Murderer of shadow,
Leader of the blind
Screaming thunder arrows,
I find friends in fire
With burning bloodied hands.

I never meant to hunt her down
Lighting up her widowed gown.
Oh she grieved, and cried, fled
And I bent my eye down
Knowing she'd live if I was dead –
But she birthed me, glorious Night.

God, I never wanted this fight.
Manonsi Feb 2014
Shower me with your smiles, muse of my heart,
Armored with loyalty perhaps, and still
Your stare does make my lust suggest a part
In a two-piece game. Prohibited thrills,
Your voice plucks and plays with no strings attached
-Can't you see there must be nothing between-
You pay no mind with newly freed sighs hatched
From an innocent enough looking screen,
Hiding dark. Be content, muse of my eye,
Knowing not one dream has ever come true
There's no danger in my thoughts. But I lie:
I will pillage any chance to win you.
     Taken, why did you have to take me too,
     I wish no harm, except I might love you.




Take me, little death, in your sweet embrace,
Tell Hypnos it’s his time to carry me
From the lit plains of sunflower faces
And lay me to rest under moon lilies.
Shower me with your kiss – I’ll drink it all
And parched will start dreaming. Let us be shy,
Your blush will meet mine, caress, we will fall
As others have in life’s greatest lie –
But we, we will lie otherwise, ourselves
As one, in two, evermore intimate.
Under the lightless pillows we must delve,
Hide me, little death, for the sun is late.
     I will sleep, and dream with you, always true,
     Always true, and till the morrow, love you.
Manonsi Feb 2014
I hooked my eyes on you,
Sun-boy from the dark precincts,
Fighting the stream of tunes
With your dashing accent.
But the sun doesn’t pick:
It casts and we all take you in
Equally, always with the same tricks,
The same for all the doting grins.
Another sun-child fooled me once
(A teaspoonful of sunlight, spilt and done)
And you do it again, as if by chance,
Just being yourself in a strange land of sun.
I had to panic, scream –
Fled for the nearest storm,
Got caught in the thunder streams
lost, hopeless, unborn –
But your smile unwavering
Ever shining, casting shadows as it
dances, shadows that remind me, again,
That the sun has no favourite.
I have the wax glued, the feathers done
Waiting to take off into the land of sun,
Seeing the settling dust
– sunset is upon us.
You’ll soon wander back
To the shadows you were born in
While I’ll be alone, dark,
In the land of sun
Sunless.
(written in 2013)
Manonsi Feb 2014
Gather this courage and martyrize it -
A stand on a wind-shackled precipice
Before the storms of a chemical fit
Of the lunar curse. Blind Lady Justice,
Escort me to your coven, blindfolded,
And let the dogs drink from my jugular.
It's their gnawing teeth (my ribs) and moulded
Claws (my sharpened nerves in tense muscular
Shudders) that wake the hound of blood and black,
All inside. No glass bottle can contain
A larger watered inferno - see cracks,
Fractals dividing into trees of pain.
Internal wars, infernal calls, stand by
Give this battered soul no reason to die.
Manonsi Jan 2014
Tick hour, I'm not afraid of you.
The courtyard's grey and full of silence,
Maybe someone will cross in your time,
But I already made my way to my towerlet,
Perched inside the treasure holder, letter shelves,
Deep within the library.
Others have come, inmobile in you
Typing, eyes skitting, nestled feathers on sofas,
Just like me, but ignoring you.
Tick then! Who am I to care,
The morning's mine to flirt with
And you don't even know about the afternoon.
There are no clocks here except the ones
We choose to see, and no one makes that choice
Here, except accidental numbers on a computer screen.
So tick, fearless warrior,
I'm a vestige of speed in distance
- I'm scurrying away with thoughts
And you have no power here.
Manonsi Jan 2014
I will come to you through the fields,
Golden waves of wheat like the epitaph read,
Another walker in a brook of deals.
I will walk for you are
Load less heavy on my back but dancing -
Belly full, bottle ready, sun quenched.
I chose the destination, but destiny chose it
And the roads all lead, and all take and give
Every step vibrating, plucking
Dry tunes but sweat drenched.

Walker, walking friend, was this it?
A winding road towards a heartfelt end?
When we walked we were alive
But when you stopped to look back,
I was already on my way.
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