"granter" poems
Battered eyes stare up
in surprise as
Storm strewn skies part to
swallow and
eat, upon their flesh.
This is truly the sign
of a divine caress.
I pray to believe,
wish to look into the heated
moistened breath of
an untamed creator, a
predator, a
beast without mercy.
Somehow stare up at a
loving, pitying,
purpose
for
This.
Maybe I shall ask
Why?
The question everyone
appropriately, apparently,
'admits' to wishing to ask
of their path to
the granter of
the kiss
of air.
Whose apple's poison
stripped us bare to
awareness.
So we want to know, do
we?
Why? Why? What?
*What What What
HOW
Could you throw a part of
you
down to rebirth. Your
children of Earth trapped with
the Un-see-ers.
Some of which call themselves
your 'Believers'.
Their love as sincere, and as
rich as 'Beliebers'...
You have become too fashionable,
My Lord. Your many
faces grace the
bored with
fulfillment... they're
using you for entertainment.
They show your teeth,
your fangs,
your bangs.
You cannot be wild here,
you cannot be loved
fully
here.
Our fruit filled hunger can
never be sated.
Love me God?
Could you
love me?
Never.
You left me here to
persevere regardless,
was it a mistake? When
you chucked me down,
naked, guard less and
mutilated?
You left my Life Deck
card less.
So, I'm forced to hide my
hand, my
brand from
'God'...
I hide, because you've
let them hurt
me.
Residing in Silent Sorrowful
Secrecy. The reincarnation
of your Scales,
watch Life nail me down, as
I offer up my body,
tarnished,
damaged and
creased.
I am no more than your Beast,
waiting patiently for
your judgment
feast.
I am, Least.
You=Sin=Me
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
I beg you
granter of desires
aligner of miracles
throw him in my path once more
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
I fall to my knees in desperation and feel the gentle touch of The Granter on my shoulder.
“Dear child, I have heard your cries, and I am here to help you. But know this - if l must visit you again, it will come at a price.”
I grasp at The Granter, pleading,
“Please, I just need help this one time. It’s urgent!”
The Granter pulls me to my feet and smiles a smile that chills my bones
“Very well, darling, your wish is my command. May I never lay eyes upon you again.”
Several months later, I feel the same panic arising. I am in dire need of help, but what can I do?
I know The Granter will make me pay if I ask again.
I have no choice - I must.
I fall to my knees and in seconds The Granter is by my side once again.
The eyes are cold and distant, and a sinister smile appears.
“My dear, you did not heed my warning. If you require my assistance, you must give me something you will regret losing.”
I freeze, contemplating if it is worth the pain.
“Please, Granter, I have no other option.”
“Very well,” The Granter purrs, “your wish is my command.”
I realize that I have lost my ability to walk.
“Granter, what happened? I cannot walk!”
“My darling, I told you that you would lose something that you would regret.”
I am once again in desperate need of help from The Granter, and I am terrified of what is to come.
I never regained my ability to walk, and have been wheelchair bound for months.
What could I lose next? Am I willing to find out?
As I weigh the consequences, The Granter appears once again.
“Dear one, you must desire to lose it all if you have called to me again.”
“Granter, I am desperate - I have no other choice.”
“Very well, dear,” The Granter sneers, “your wish is my command once again.”
I am suddenly no longer able to speak.
I gesture wildly, horrified.
The Granter touches my face with a fiery touch and a slicing gaze.
“Oh, darling, you have lost so much already. Will there be another?”
What shall I do? I cannot walk or speak but I cannot go through this life without The Granter.
“Dear one, I must admit that I am growing tired of these trips.”
I close my eyes and feel my pleading wish float to The Granter.
The Granter holds my arm tightly.
“Beware that you are nearing the point of no return. But very well, darling, your wish is my command.”
I can no longer see.
I begin to cry, as I know this will not be the last visit from The Granter.
Life has become unbearable and I have no desire to go on.
I call to The Granter, who I hear next to me moments later.
“You are in a sad way, darling, what pity I take for you.”
I feel the heat of The Granter’s hand on my face, and a whisper in my ear.
“Dear one, you have now lost more than anyone who has sought The Granter. Your wish is unfortunately my command.”
I can no longer hear.
What is left for me?
The Granter appears in my dreams, as we can no longer communicate in person, after all I have lost.
“My poor darling, it’s such a shame. You could have gone on without me, but now you are in an unavoidable predicament.”
That chilling smile appears once more.
“I have visited so many times that you now have nothing left to give...but your life.”
Little does The Granter know that I welcome this end, long for it every day.
The Granter pierces my heart, and holds me tight as I fade away.
“All along I knew what you craved, my darling, and for the final time, your wish is my command.”
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC