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 May 2014 Raja
ZL
forgive me father
for I have sinned
sorry once
& again.
 Aug 2013 Raja
matt d mattson
When I saw her
The first woman with the first wide eyes
Bright and light and dark and deep
With life and mystery
My heart beat like the first hand struck the first drum
And the first song was sung
In dark caves of ten times ten thousand years ago

When I first breathed that first scent
My sight stopped
My mind stopped
My mind was my body and my hands and my gut
And my legs extending to the ground and the earth and time
And it slowed down like an ice age beginning
Then it melted into warm fire
Where it burned

The first touch of the first woman
Was electrical chemical radioactive bliss
Every piece of matter in me wanted to move and dance and shake and fly apart
The spark from the start of her heart beat
Crossed through the fibers and
Traveled down the pathways of her body
Down the chemical electric synapses
Through her arm and jumped across to my hand
And traveled up and started a new beat
It was a faster, and stronger beat
And it beat
And it beat
Like the first dance,
Shook with the slap and smack of ground and hands and feet

Oh the first woman was all women
And then there were other women
And they were people
Flesh and blood
And minds and thoughts
And feelings that I could not feel
Good and bad and indifferent
With hangups and problems
Blemishes and baggage
I met women coming
Women going
Here and there
Now and then
For coffee, for beer,
One evening or ten
I met scientists, nurses
bartenders and baristas.
Living lives I didn't mind
Giving time when it was mine
Asking for things I couldn't find

Then I saw You
All of you
In time and space and speed

I caught the scent of you
Your fragrance and perfume
And the primal musk of you
That fatal lusts allure

I felt you
The gravity of your body from across the room
Your electro-magnetic force pulling
Pressure of the displaced particles pushing
As you walked so slowly towards me

And time stopped
Light and sound and movement were captured
Captive to your hypnotic sway
Prisoner to your power over my perception
You moved through the still air
And it swept aside like a curtain as you passed
The world was quiet

And then it pounded  
The pressure of it filled the air and everything around it
As you moved closer,
Like ride of the Valkyries
Rising and crashing in waves
It rose as you moved towards me
You carried it in your wake
And then it was a crescendo
A vast overpowering transcendent orchestral cacophony
Of immense intense sound and light and energy erupting
Cymbals crashed and horns blew and strings snapped under the pressure of the vibrations
Brilliant fireworks exploded in the black sky of your brown eyes
As you stopped a few feet from me

And time was stopped
You were the first woman
You were all women
You are
The only woman
 May 2013 Raja
Wolves and Lilies
I'll write a poem on your skin
With my lips, our love tattooed on every inch
At the back of your ear, your delicate nape
Your perfect spine and cheeks like wine

I'll breathe the words in your mouth
Let your soul read and keep my oath
Trace it in your waist and engrave the lines
Down to the lovely hidden shrine

Your eyes on my eyes, my warm hands on your hips
I can hear our poem inside your chest
The rhythm of our hearts will turn it into a song
And with your gentle kiss

*I'll write again.
...Once
we had a church where the
candles burned and lit
the darkest areas of doubts
It was a refuge in the time of
the howling dogs
and scavengers prowling in the
shadows of sleepless nights
It was
almost perfect
until the truth was ****** and
burned on the sacred stake along
with the screams of the believers
Hope... Hope quickly
turned into something else and we
were consumed by
divine alibis to
keep the robes white
And we
tied Him with
strings and chains and
drowned Him before
He
could even walk on
water...
Mek
03.12.13
 Apr 2013 Raja
K Mae
cocooned
 Apr 2013 Raja
K Mae
cocooned within my fantasy
twisting floating feeling free
believing stories I've been told
this mortal wrapping now grows old
gratitudes and platitudes
now fall away a fruitless play
for ruthless truth
I've now a hunger
reveal the essence
shatter cover
consciousness grows not from mind
but deep my source my spark divine
 Mar 2013 Raja
Alice Roth
Untitled
 Mar 2013 Raja
Alice Roth
I want someone, someone to appreciate my personal hurricane of emotions; and embrace them like the captain of a ship. Floating in the seas of blankets we'll engulf ourselves in. On those days when this giant puzzle we call life, just clicks. When it's not constantly rearranging or changing or moving. It's just still. I need someone who will grow flowers in the darkest places of my soul, In the Marianas Trench of my mind and they will grow until my body is made from them. My vascular system entirely replaced by stems. Buds blooming until I am made of nothing but your attachment. You'll be the roots to the complex structure I call home.
First thing I've ever written.
 Mar 2013 Raja
Ben Okri
Living is a cross
That any one of the rock-faces
Comprehends.


We are drawn
To many seas.
We drown wholesomely
In the failures of confrontation.
The rain
Drenching
Our doorsteps
Has nothing to do
With the simplest desires
And lacerations
We bring
To the smallest acts
Of living.


The child
On the broken catwalk
Hearing the sounds of our hunger
Without understanding
Throws echoes back
To the earliest abandonments
Of love.


Minor devastations preceding
Horror
Resonate the ineffable.
The mothers that wake
At the slightest sound
And the fathers that
Smoke all night
And the rest of us who are
Vigilantes from the demons
Of oppressed sleep
Find at dawn the clearest
Images of bewilderment.
Even the best things
Collapse beneath the weight
Of ignorance.


Living is a fire
That any one of the wave-lashes
Comprehends.
___
Source:
http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
...See the blood that
paints this place
red
while gods play
with everything that surrounds
heaven and hell
Most in the masquerade
pretend
not to see
the hungry flies
in the lifeless bodies' eyes
but the stench is what
haunts their dreams
until it forces them to
walk away from the truth
and rot
in the comfort
of their bed with stolen wines
while simple people die
from thirst
In the end
people will not talk about life
anymore but
who gets
what...
Mek
11.02.09
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