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She was born of fire
Forged in pain and tears,
No blacksmith could undo
Though if they tried they would tire;
Her ferocity of nature
She attempted to keep well hid,
But played some did
Through the years
And got burnt and charred;
As they strived to put her out,
Left her smoldering
Flames throughout,
Ardently she'll bring to light
The naked fury of her soul,
As she multiplies what she gets,
Given a seed
And now yielding life,
She fuels Kerosene
The only beautiful thing
In the midst of spring,
Another unquenchable blaze
Burning leaves of September
Leaving behind a scorched earth
The brightest of embers,
She'll present to the world
And bear her truth
Through a smoky clouded sky
Fiery ignition of a newborn sun...
© okpoet
¿Cómo te imaginaria
Bajo un cielo sin estrellas?
¿Cómo te imaginaria
Bajo un mar sin sol?
¿Cómo te imaginaria
En una vida
Sin ti?
¿Cómo imaginaria
Los colores
Del mundo
Sin tus ojos?
¿Cómo imaginaria
Todos los sonidos
De la naturaleza
Sin tu riza?
¿Cómo imaginar
Como construir
Una semblanza de cordura
Si no antes perder mi mente
Al no encontrarte en esta realidad?
Que no haría
Por no tener que imaginar…
APAD13 – 076 © okpoet
How would I imagine you
Under a sky without stars?
How would I imagine you
Under a sea without sun?
How would I imagine you
In a life
Without you?
How would I imagine
All the colors
Of the world
Without your eyes?
How would I imagine
All the sounds
Of nature
Without your laughter?
How to imagine
How to construct
A semblance of sanity
Without first losing my mind
At not finding you in this reality?
What I wouldn't do
To not have to imagine...
Even if I found
Three hundred and sixty five
Ways to say I loved you;
Would you say no
To every single one?
Would you have
A bullet to shoot me down
Every single time?
And would I bear
Every single hole
Through my soul
As you empty
Each clip into me?
Or would you break
And say yes
Before I figure out
That I should wear
A bulletproof vest,
So I can stand
Up to every aim
Of your gun
To my face?
Keep firing away from your hip
As I ricochet from my heart...
APAD13 - 075 © okpoet
I'm talking to her
About all the things
Like it's all brand new fur,
Freshly squeezed juice
Of yesterday,
Learning how to play
Again; add a new bruise,
What tomorrow brings
Is old expectations,
But I'm still anxious
Looking at the door
Not even 59 past 4
Somehow time has become
All the more precious,
Looking forward to coming home,
Giddy like a little gnome,
Muffled greeting
Playing dumb,
Please repeat again
Making sure it isn't hallucinations,
I suppress the joy bleating
From within, no gloat
Most grateful am I then
Like an Eskimo
With a brand new coat,
If only the world could know...
© okpoet
I want to discuss with you,
An old language
I learnt from the darkness
When the winds stopped
And the birds ceased their chirping
I'll warn you though
We must be quiet
Less than library voices
Less than hushed whispers
Less than quiet murmurs,
We must be only as loud
As our heartbeats
Echoing in our ears
Pulsing through our bodies
As our lips melt together
And our hands
Our souls
Entangle
Gasping for air
Rhythmic
In our not so rhythmic
Frolic,
Tell me then,
Isn't this language
This passionate silence
Better
Than any other sounds
Than any other exchange?
And only we will forever share
In it's intricacy...
APAD13 - 074 © okpoet
You and I
May try
And dance together,
But she,
She tangos
With my heart,
Dangerous steps between
My love and her eyes
Aggressively
Entwined souls
Pushing and pulling,
Who will give
And what will break,
The subtlety of her
Nuclear bombs
Going off in my mind,
All the minutes play
In rapid succession
How I would have approached her
And gracefully swept
Her away to a world
Dreamt between
Our exchange;
Lurid lucid waltz
That you and I;
Could only sway to...
APAD13 - 073 © okpoet
How many stars
Will die
How many
Will be born
Until I see you again?
How many tides
Will come and go
How many lakes
Will dry
Until we come together?
How many songs
Will play
How many
New will be written
Before we laugh again?
How many breaths
Will I take
How many
Heart beats
Will pulse through me
Before I come apart
Ligaments and tendons
Undone like Lego's
That won't snap
Into shapes again,
Until I see
The laughter of your eyes
Shine into my soul; then replenished...
APAD13 - 072 © okpoet
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