You look into my eyes and get lust
Lust from reality, not lost
You desire me
You want me
But you are scared of approaching
You are trying to be cautious with me

You dream wild
Wild in desire
And in your imaginations
You have gone far
You have made love to me a thousand times in your mind
You desire me
Yet you cannot come close

I awaken your deepest fantasies
I bring out that DARK in you
I am your weakness
I am an unwilling partner in seduction
You are mesmerized by by sways
Engulfed with my smile
Yet you are trying to be cautious with me

And now you want me
You endlessly pray to touch me
I am your weakness
And you are my strength
But yet you cannot touch me
Because
I won't give you what you crave for
You want me

I once had a friend
Her beauty very rivetting,
Her eyes like the moon beam
Her nose ETHEREAL
her voice like a Serenade
She loved everything beautiful and
Mysterious
She was drawn to mystery
Her name MUNA
mine LUNA

And so we planned
Planned how we would live our lives
She wanted to be a medical doctor
To save the world
I on the other hand was not
Sure who I wanted to be.
She told me she would save the world
From pain
From strife
From evil
She was always ready
Always vibrant
Always steadfast
Always innocent
The light shined on her
And she glittered at night

But then
The Cloud gave way
And the light that paraded her beauty
Began to fade
The air that loved her vanished
And a wicked aura came
The beautiful cloud took an hiatus
And a strange eerie sky took charge
Her world began sinking in the dark
And the doors of joy shut against her
A stranger came to her
And overwhelmed her with burning darkness
He held her and dragged her
He dragged her into the night
She wanted to run
But he was too dark to be outweighed
He was too strong
Too carlous
As he took her away
Into his monstrous world
I began searching for her
But couldn't find her
I searched through the dark valley
But all amounted nothing

Muna was precious
And always smiling
She had plans
She had ambitions
She loved life
She loved God
She wanted to be loved
But this monstrous stranger
Hit her
He bit her and took away all her innocence in the most callous way
He tortured her and took her by force
All her dreams he swallowed
All her glory he vanished
Stabbing her with the knife of frustration
He became her God
And one day when she tried to run
He caught her
And burnt her with pain
Her body became his dustbin
And he was in charge

And after shattering her
After breaking her will
After destroying her zeal
After swallowing her dreams
After using her to mop the floor
He left her bare

My friend Muna
I saw her
My friend was worse than a shadow
My friend became a fleabag
My friend had been broken
Killed and buried
Even though alive
I asked my friend
Why have you become so pale?
She smiled and dropped me a note?
Which read

It was BEAUTY
MY BEAUTY
IT WAS BEAUTY THAT BETRAYED ME
The grace of my smile
The smoothness of my skin
The firmness of my *******
The sweetness within my thighs
My BEAUTY BETRAYED ME
AND SOLD ME OUT
And now I am a crushed flower
A crushed flower that will never bloom or rise again
A flower that will die slowly
All because
My beauty sold me out
I never wished to be beautiful
I never wished to be *****
BUT LIFE HAS BETRAYED ME
AND So LUNA MY FRIEND?
UNTIL WE MEET TO PART NO MORE

GOODBYE MY FRIEND.

As I dropped the note
I looked around but couldn't find her
My Friend Muna
Has gone away
For she had been crushed without measures
By a Man like you
A man just like you reading this POEM
HOW MANY MUNA'S HAVE YOU CRUSHED?

As i sit and write this sad tale, I cannot help but CURSE all Men who have crushed so many Muna's out there.....

BUT WITH TEARS IN MY EYES I ASK THIS LAST QUESTION,
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE DID MY FRIEND GO?

Evna-Luna © 2016.

Pain is a cloud of fog that's constantly following me, shadowing over my existence and the rain is steady pouring faster with each strike to my heart and every rumble in my soul.

Love is the shelter protecting me from the storm of heartaches that keep building and raging through the nights and with his arms around me, I'm in the safest place I know.

Life is loss
nothing more
nothing less

It strips you of
that phantom
the well-tended self

sells your memories
on the street
for pennies

leaves your old worn shoes
in the entryway
as a warning

as if to say
those sad shoes will go no further
than the funerary urn

So I choose to mock loss
to dance in damaged shoes
and with each extravagant gesture
to shout out

Let there be wine
food and song

Let there be no grief
upon my demise
only mirth

Only dancing
music and mirth.

cherry blossoms,
small and fragile,
merely a part in a grand design,
made permanent by hands and chisel,
pale maple chosen to bring life.
each one, imperfect,
each unique,
each its own sovereign -
and together forming peaceful beauty.
harmony with the darkly stained oak,
little flowers to lend their softness and beauty
to a hard surface.

To work out the kinks
To get in the flow
Writing helps me to think

I write in the morning
The Spirit is willing
It helps me touch God
Don't care for top billing

I write in the morning
To be part of creation
Find a world of my own
From my inspiration

I write of my God
I give you fair warning
He gives me the words... so...
I write in the morning


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016