grace grotesquely crumbles

image: artist unknown

your grace crumbled
into grotesque flakes
as your fingertips slashed
my tender silken face
with rage and vengence,
that drench my frail child-spirit

steeped in self-loathing,
you infected me -
impaled
my gauzy soul
on your poisoned barbs
of hatred and lusty greed

once, i loved you -
worshipped you, adored you
and darkness
eviscerated my heart
as i watched this adoration stream past
your inert, stoney heart

my trembling eyes splinter
into a thousand tears
when i look upon your face -
my reflection - in the looking glass
you, who deserted my child-trust -
remain, achingly, ever present

this dark riverbed of adoration
that flowed in my viscera for you
has dried up; my heart --
which once glistened sublimely inside yours,
now lies in eternal anguish:
dessicated, petrified, searingly denuded

your grace crumbles
into grotesque flakes
of grief, rage and greed,
soaked in the brine of remorse
you beg, like i did, for a morsel of mercy
but -- i will STARVE you of forgiveness

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ABOUT THIS POEM: about abuse, betrayal, remorse and begging for mercy, and, about the fact that some things just cannot be forgiven. now matter how remorseful the perpetrator. no one can be more manipulative than the abusive parent and his/her enabler.

submission

image: artist - amoreno

submission -
sweet, sublime
like the delicate, glistening fruit
that emerges,
raw and rubicund,
from the heart
of its throbbing, splitting flower petals

surrender -
a silken scream,
from the desiccated depths of her soul,
impaled,
on the silent spires
of a velvet raven night

submittere -
latin - meaning send under
yielding oneself -
relinquished! -
to powerful certitude:
this dark and soothing guiding force

submission -
trembling hungry hearts,
starving
for acceptance-approval-affection;
pulsing orbs of adoration
tumbling, a gossamer spectacle

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ABOUT THIS POEM: i am always fascinated by the submissive-dominant power dynamic. i tried, in this piece, to describe submission, poetically ... to pay sort of tribute to submission.

petals and passion fruit

image/artist: spoiled, by enayla

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bell jar dreams

image: www.cyberattic.com

tenderly,
you held me in your arms,
ripening
my trembling alabaster fruit
and savagely,
you trampled me, underfoot
as master of my shattered freedom
you - the twisted and beautiful lord
who sealed me in a windowless bell jar
with anguish and solitude,
as my only companions

captor! my demented master!
my withered soul screams for you
it howls for the soothing barbs,
hidden, in your voice
and your frail, orgasmic vulnerability
my withered soul screams your name,
raging delicately,
for the gaping hollows of my existence,
which melted into yours:
dessicated dreams ... vanquished innocence
this sick hunger in my heart for you - will it ever ebb?

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ABOUT THIS POEM: i this poem flowed from me effortlessly when i heard of natascha kampush, the austrian girl who was held captive for 8 years. she described her captor by saying, "he held her in his arms and trampled her underfoot." those words struck a cord with me. as i wrote the poem i considered the whole phenomenon of the stockholm syndrome. but ... as soon as i read it to lupin, he asked me if it was about the notorious 39.

seraphim bondage

image: artist unknown

an exquisite delight: am'ranth, divine
velvet milk - i taste thine ambrosia flesh -
sparkling, silken seraph, captive of mine,
thine essence, so sacred, my scorch'd lips refresh

seraph! lover! for mine eyes - feast of pearls!
gothic beast am i, melting ebony
shackled, virgin slave, thy beauty unfurls
oh, silver winged stallion, forge me!

plough my glistening fractured stone petals
may i sip of thy throbbing chalice?
seraphim surges! my glass heart settles:
in your silver fire perch'd, trembling malfice

oh manacled seraph, am'ranth, divine
surrender, my darling, captive of mine.

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ABOUT THIS POEM: my first (shakespearian) sonnet. inspired entirely by the image.

cygnus

image: william j. stone

ivory cygnus
beating wings sweeping deftly
a pearlesque vision

mind's eye

image: sean hennessy

he materialized
before her - a chimera?
a porcelain delight -
utterly flawless of figure
with flowing fluid motion
and a sweet, earthy scent -
superbly bewitching

she squeezed her toes
into the sea-soaked sand,
glistening
with carnal rapture,
her petals
swelled with desire
for this supernal creature

he fondled her psyche
with his own
laying, in her mind's eye,
flashes and fragments -
shards of infinity
folded,
into a din of voices

spinning, sparkling golden filaments
in a whirring cacophony
of colors
that have no description
places that don't exist
an eternal collective
of word and song

a universe, throbbing
in the depths of his
excruciating gaze -
breathtakingly excruciating
searingly exquisite
rapture ...
then ... horror

he spoke not a word
as he drew near,
only, delicately,
pressed a finger
to her eyelids
crushing the surreal gaze
of her mind's eye

silence shimmered in a peaceful hue
with open eyes,
she found herself standing alone
on a beach of fine golden sand
awestruck, she watched
dawn spread her wings
in the eastern sky

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ABOUT THIS POEM: an encounter with a supernal creature. like ... an angel, or something.

the kill

image: glenn kristoffersen

thick liquid velvet, in
delicate rivulets, flows
from her hungry lotus flower
her spirit throbs,
an angry carbuncle
seething, barbed pain -
womb-crushing,
demonic possession - her rage

silently, she savours her prey -
weak ... impotent ... desperate
his voice, a wilting, pitiful mewl -
engorged with a thirst for his agony:
silken exsanguination
she bathes in his terror,
piercing his salty, rich flesh
with her ivory spires

his throaty croak, ebbing
into a murky dusk
screaming convulsions
of his naked flesh, glistening
in the deft movements
of her hands, teeth and tongue
rapture and torment converge -
an erotic tempest

she wears his primal fear
like a shimmering gossamer sheath
her gleaming blade glides
across his softly trembling throat
mesmerizing ... intoxicating
a sticky, crimson geyser
thick and warm
pulsing ... spraying ...
like the sound of a gentle rain

death lingers in the diffuse sound
of his gurgling - gentle,
like the gurgling of a babbling brook
with a gutteral moan
his spirit retreats
dissevered,
from his raw, pulpy husk
her rage, melted into nothing

ganjika

image: flickr creative commons

sticky, skunky
blossoms, pressed
between her fingers,
gliding, on glassy scissor blade
pulverized
olive-golden coal dust
drifting in a Pink Floyd sea

delicate rings of gentle euphoria
swirl incandescently,
raking her cerebrum
billowing globes
of nectarine smoke -
a knife, eviscerating
this umbrella
of inky blackness

impaled -- on a spire of nectarine delights

fusion

image: flickr creative commons

intense,
like the throbbing ocean
this connection of me-you
kindling passions -
magnetic desire

molecules scour the universe
hungry, trembling orbs
like sparkling embers -
waiting fireflies
against an indigo sky

love - light - infinity
converge
on the sharpest point
of rapture -- a fusion
of exquisite proportions

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ABOUT THIS POEM: the feeling of just meeting someone that you feel like you've known forever ... like ... maybe from a past life?

velvet rapture

image: flickr creative commons

skin
against skin
surge, electrifying - i,
a vessel, felt him
inside me
throbbing, engorged
he filled my cavern
with his sweet, milky essence
holding my breath --
waiting to exhale
... rapture ...
folded into
slow, softly dancing
and infinitesmal
beadlets of sweat
panting. breathless. silent -
two glowing orbs
of glistening pulp
dangling,
from the barbs
of delicate carmine kisses

incandescent kisses

image: flickr creative commons

desolate --
my labyrinth of light
entombed in an icey sepulchre
of hubris - mine own
rueful in my solitude

i bare -
submit self
to self
naked and pulsing
and tendrils of truth
lick my raw soul

my fingers caress
each blemish edge,
gently trace the curves
of each imperfection's
descending slopes

savouring each scar,
tasting the bitterness
of each stain,
smelling the decay
of each mistake

wholly bare,
an unchained melody
amidst a sparkling,
incandescent shower
of sun-kissd moonlight

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ABOUT THIS POEM: reflecting upon examining one's own mistakes

lotus flower

image artist: falun gong

lotus flower, plump
pink petals, delicately
I encircle you

ethereal embrace

image: roxi g

a savage rhapsody,
wrapped in velvet rage
clutches my throat
pressing and squeezing
incandescent tears trickle,
steaming
the husks of fractured souls
flicker ... flutter -- iridescent,
a sea of ethereal flotsom
wistfully embracing the mystery

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ABOUT THIS POEM: about dealing with all the shitty stuff life throws at us ... and the notion that life goes on whether we think it will or not.