Under the blanket
Of the cloak of night
I tended my garden
I reached for the seeds of the stars of night
And drew them down to Earth
To relish them forever
Sweet fruits, apples, and pomegranates
And rose buds in bloom
Permeated the air like sweet incense
I fed myself of the beautiful trees
Which grew too numerous to count
But nightmares arose from deep within
When I slumbered beneath the tree
I dreamt of falling
Fleeing to the ocean's depths
My bones were brittle
And my face was covered
In filth and stench
From roving in the desert
My hair was matted
And my eyes bulged from their sockets
My tears were running dry
I did not deserve this torment

~

So I sank and saught the truth

~

The bottoms were pleasantly beautiful
I befriended monsters there
And remember the seaweed
Toying with my hair
In time, I arose as Mother of the Sea,
As Venus
Yet another garden was claimed by me
And I harkened to their call
To come to know
This destiny of mine

~

I swelled in the gardens of others
Until I needed to return
When the student is ready
Their teacher appears
And I am a willing student of life!

~

That's when I saw him from afar
And my world would change forever
I peeked at him through the willows
He was shining iridescence itself
I've met others like him before
If I knew what was in store
Would I still approach?
Knowing me, probably!
He whispered that I was a wanted woman
He's the first that saw my soul as true
Everyone else misunderstood
Or feared my intentions
Towards them
While I hungered for fruits
I could never receive again

~

I am barred from the land by the river
Why would He do this to me?
The Universe's eyes aren't shut
And have 20/20 vision
His servant always maintained sure distance
From his most prized possession

~

He gave me his cloak
A garment of protection
The dark night
And elevated me thusly
I took on another form
As beautiful as any
I vowed not to harm his Master's garden
~

So I tended mine
With stars of night
And rain and snow
With bountiful deer and squirrels
If I knew the curses thrown
Would I have stayed in the sea
If I knew that ruling the skies of night
Would bring this upon me
I would still stay where I am today
I how this seventy tomes seven

~

My garden bears fruit gloriously
But I long to bring honor
To my garden
By making his mandrakes
My own

~

All hail to these
Three times three

~

The first pear I tasted
The first apple that fell
The first time I glowed
And knew the Never - Uttered

~
... the longing to be like Him! ...
.... the pang to be His mandrake!....
          The love we once shared
Please, God
Give me one more
Bite!
~
Lord, what have I done?
He raised me up
And I dragged him down
Now we must spend eternity this way
In foxholes and carcasses
Always dying to relive the recent past
When morning glories were my favorite flower

~

... he shielded me
And I was cast away from the Garden
And it's fruits forever
I wander the desert once again
But this time
I am not alone

~

We roamed...
He offered me a desert flower
And bade me to plant
From it sprang a river stream  
To sustain our coagulating blood
It did not satisfy
We fell
And in each other's eyes we found the key
To drown out exile' s realities
I saw the sun's rays in his eyes again
The dark nights will not be gloomy anymore
The Name of God is no longer a four letter word
We fell down
Again and again
And the more we fell
The more, before our eyes
This garden
Our garden
Grew

~

We tended our garden
Until then

~

Contemplating on Jehovah
Grieves my heart
Until it rips open and I spill my blood
The animals retreat
My plants for
Because my blood has been spilled
Innocent blood
Within my own garden
My lover has left
My night lamp
To become the hunt
And perish
For the unspoken
Uncherishef
.  The defiled .

We will never share our garden
Again evermore
This poem is long expect additions and edits
Based on Revelations of the Dark Mother
Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
It is the sparkle in your eyes
Not the curve of your lips
That smile in your eyes
The smile that never lies

Charming, tender
I'll always remember
The first time you smiled at me.

Like magnet to metal
Your smile draws me in
You taught me how to smile
Your smile; I hope it never dies
The kind of smile that comes from deep within.
rob kistner Jun 10
_

talking
to the angry wind
you converse
but no one's there

telling
hardened stone
your hidden secrets
they cannnot care

sharing
with the lofty tree
your broken dreams
you hurt alone

you need connection
a pulsing heart
tender flesh
blood and bone

a battled brother
seasoned sister
someone to hear you
to feel to see

to dry your tears
to call your shit
if that is how
it needs to be

someone who's there
someone to care
but only if
your heart is true

if you live
outside your self
you can be found
by love's rescue

let yourself feel
be vulnerable
honest and real
though you may lose

but take a chance
in love's aweet dance
your final fate
is yours to choose

if you do this
then you can love
just give your heart
a tender shove

then all your secrets
your broken dreams
your precious stories
find home again

a healing place
to feel a touch
to feel pleasure
to balance pain

but are you ready
are you willing
have you reached
that fragile place

where it's ok
to lose it all
to find yourself
to find your grace

only out here
deeply bruised
at the battered edge
midst real fear

can you ever be
what you must be
wholly human
truly free

_


rob kistner © 2013
(revised 2018)
I wrote this piece exploring a concept of random, irregular rhyme.
This is a contemplation on the fear of vulnerability, but the possibility it representd to bring you genuine love.
Krizia Ludovico Mar 2014
I like
                coffee in the morning.
I like
                to wake up to birds
                        chirping
               & the way the sun beams
                     peak through the blinds
                                to say good morning.
I like
                 the comfort my bed
                        provides
                              t­he soft pillows
                        & the warmth of my covers.

I liked my mornings
                                    until I met you...
now.

I like
               waking up to your
                                 peaceful silenced
                expressions.
                        your soft sweet lips
                   & the smoothness of your
                            delicate, gentle skin
I like
               your good morning whispers
                   & your light tender
                                          touch...
now.
I love my mornings.
oh the perverse desire
to tear off my skin
to slice my tender flesh
to carve and chop

oh to feel the cool air against my bones
to be fully exposed
to be grotesque and unlovely

oh to rip my chest open
to be
unrestrained by bodily borders and
finally free

oh sweet freedom!
see me as i am;
vile and dying, in constant pain
a broken slice of hell

amen.
i wrote this a long time ago but i was going through old journals and found it.
Sondering Jul 3
Oh, human; so many types of you,
I could not fathom my fate if I were to
long so much, work so hard and obtain so little,
facing the sun while
straddling the moon like you do.
You like to be irresistible in every
single, tiny little thing you do, don't you;
from the way you part your lips and smile,
to the way you hold out your rough, aching hands towards me,
planting a tender kiss on my forehead
and asking for my soul in return.
You like to stir up my mind, imploring one thing with me
but then diverging off to explore a
whole entirely different one altogether,
all alone and cold, dripping white glistening
trails of stars all over my arms.
You are always telling me that you need time
to forgive yourself,
to forgive the shards of broken, diamond glass
you pull out of your pockets
and hurl at the ground you tread on,
forgive the blood red roses and green tangled thorns
you wear a top of your head,
blood trickling down curls of ivory hair,
like streaks of winter cherries
flowing down to your shoulders.
They say you like to dance,
stomping all over paradise with
black, jagged leather boots,
and whirling mountains around your fit torso,
gripping the blowing wind
in your arms and forcing it to carry you
as gigantic as you are,
because other things need to
experience oppression too.
Suddenly you are explosively loud when you
claim you're okay/alright,
like those few words hold captive your purpose
of existing beneath the stars,
when all you ever wanted was to be one.
And when you're laughing in your bed,
legs tangled with evergreen whips of dried woven grass,
chest hidden underneath a blanket of cool, violet-blue dawns,
the sight of you is so beautiful and painfully wretched
that I am torn over just laying down with you
or hurdling you off my mountain of life.
If there ever was such a confusion
that loved so passionately, breathed so calmly,
and raged so defiantly
at the mere thought of just existing,
it would be such a creature
as a human.
07/02/18
U T G 6d
As tender as the stars
His eyes
Hold an irresistible mystery and charm
Pulling me in
Like a hopeless romantic
There can be no harm

Hungry for his love and caress
I shall give in to the tenderness
A wild love we shall profess
Kenēn Sep 2016
No and my love is never tender
For it's written on rocks
And something written on rocks is never tender
If anything, it is with force and brutality.

And I hope you are okay with that.
zebra Jun 2017
come with me
to the murder motel
it could be so tender
as sexy as hell

we can kiss awhile
i'd lick you sweet
and then bend you over
and cut your feet

omg honey
you can't walk anymore
no matter darling
i'm a blood cunt whore

fuck me daddy
soon i'll be dead
i want it in the mouth
crush my head

not so soon
my sweet little floozy
first lose some blood
to get you all woozy

stand on the toilet
a rope around you neck
on tippy toes
you'll soon be a wreck

i'd love to shoot you
want it in the ass
in the intestine
the bullet will pass

ooow honey yes
let me spread wide
then shoot me through
is that how i died

no baby
that was just for fun
i cumed in your ass
my cock was the gun

oh kill me soon
you begged and you cried
i need it my love
so your hands i tied

i fucked you and fucked you
ready to cum
i yanked your head back
and you licked up my scum

are you ready sweet girl
you lifted your head
my cock in your ass
a dagger of dread

i slit your throat
ever so slow
you jerked and you shimmied
and the blood did flow

you got on top
your tits in my face
i drank from your throat
you bled out with grace

i loved you so
and called your name
you fell over dead
but who's to blame

oh my darling
you wanted to go
black emerald death
an orgasmic show

pretty dead girl
im still kissing you
but i have to leave
boo hoo hoo
A sick poem unfit for consumption
which is exactly why i had to write it
It's only for certain people
I'm sure
you know who you are
and yes i do love you <3
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