THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: love

  • Kohl

    There is shadow under her eyes
    Eclipses she called them
    From the tears left behind
    Of the pain that came far too late
    To flow and feel with the pulse of time

    I look at her bare back
    With the bedsheet pattern
    Still alive on her skin
    The crests of her shoulders
    Peeking like crescent moons
    From under the sea of argent hair

    So I turn away
    To another day
    A still life, blur, Monet.
    Years ago to this Tinseltown:
    People leaping out of their skins
    Skeletons dancing in glass cases
    The enamel skulls selling
    A hollow reed laugh
    And a touch at the base of your spine
    As a keepsake

    She was standing
    Under the irreparable light
    Doused in city flames
    And dressed in the dark left behind by dirty minds,
    Counting cars that passed
    Without halting for her

    My feet were silent
    My thoughts far too loud
    As I hovered round her shadow
    Like a leftover cloud
    With neither thunder nor rain
    In the threads of my vein
    But the promise of a shade
    And the warmth of a bed

    It’s been years since that night
    And every night since then
    Whence I swallowed her sorrow
    And she pardoned my pain
    And together we have slept
    Counting each other’s scar
    Some dealt amongst us
    Others unremembered for far
    And yet I can hear her
    Counting cars passing by
    And there are eclipses under her eyes
    From all the kohl she forgot to dry…

  • The Eclectic

    I swim in the sand
    And in rivers of flying doves I lie
    Gazing at my private sky;
    Left to roam in chrysalis
    Upon the wounded edges of my eyelids
    A morphed metaphor for measure,
    Who found the infinity
    To be naught
    The palpable universe
    Alas planted within a thought

  • Twilight’s Candle

    My soul doesn’t shine anymore
    Like the star it was before
    And though there are those who wish for me
    To be found abandoned by the sea
    These waves, they won’t let me drown
    With my head yet heavy with the crown
    And heartless people crowding the shore
    Chanting: mon amour, mon amour, mon amour…

  • Chalice

    These bodies once again
    Shall shiver and swell
    White milk boiling
    In depths of black well
    Till sun lift the curtains
    So drawn and thus draped
    That each night is seen
    Upon mattress unshaped

  • One Drop Of A Lifetime

    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have a mirror beside your bed
    Which answers all your questions
    With everything I left unsaid
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing we shan’t grow old
    Share wrinkles in the grey of night
    As we did lips in the days of gold
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing our fingers won’t anymore entwine
    For yours are ash upon the altar
    And I have ceased to saw my own as mine
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new

  • Ascension

    When the unborn,
    Claim eternity,
    Step aside,
    Father.

    You know it true,
    You have seen it all,
    When eyes open,
    And the ashes fall.

    Here there be no Kings,
    No kingdoms,
    Only the dread ruin,
    Common to all men.

  • Light From Another Star

    The tommorow lingers far,
    Like light from another star,
    And there is mist,
    With eyes in the middle,
    That speaks with tears,
    Of smoke and tar.

    I talk not of human,
    And their negligible nuisance of narcissistic necessity,
    Nor of the world with it’s viscous veracity,
    I speak of nectar, world of gods,
    Poets and paramours, artists and art,
    Of the innumerable sand,
    Dreaming upon the beach,
    And those stars falling every night,
    Who never truly reach.

    I speak of the brilliant acting dumb,
    The sensitive roughened numb,
    Blind men holding hands,
    Children without a stand,
    And oasis with scarlet seas,
    Gold honey, dead bees.

    I invoke the untamed,
    I call the wild,
    Into this land of frozen blood,
    Where once were sowed diamonds,
    Now remains but dried mud.

    I know, my voice is hoarse,
    And these sharp words are truly coarse,
    For I too am of your kind,
    The omniscient God without a mind.

  • Life In Ripples

    You poise by the preface,
    Starlike; extravagant,
    Tilting waist,
    Measuring love of men,
    Who dipped in your fragrance,
    Sway like honey heavy flowers,
    Drunk against sunlight,
    Leaping emerald across boroughs,
    Spilled with spring.

    Lilac dreams, enchanting,
    You wave away tapered, transient,
    All lifelike features, that taste of earthly leisure,
    Absent.
    For you dream of Angels,
    Angular symposium of embroidered life,
    And divine imitation,
    Though you know it not.
    For far too pleasure shatter beneath your feet,
    And the sound, what feels like cloudburst to us,
    To you is but a gust of wind that lifts,
    The violet hem of your dress.

    Yet one day,
    Your face shall melt,
    Into a weed filled pool,
    With a weeping fountain in the middle,
    For all too pass by and forget,
    Even when the blue rain, would clasp,
    And hold you, immortal,
    No nymph nor Naiad,
    Or man, mermaid,
    Shall know your depths, ever.

    But every other night,
    When solace would have left you speechless,
    And the silence; a silver mirror,
    A shadow shall shape in your womb,
    Desirous, delicate,
    Cascading down, sweet and sour,
    Like a citrus kiss of longing,
    And you will be alone, no longer,
    But one with the moon,
    Dancing on his tunes,
    In trance like ripples.

  • Damask

    Her bright cheeks,
    Were stately cold,
    My hand young,
    Hers far too old,
    Raven hair mine,
    Matched my gown,
    A snow pierced mantle,
    Covered her crown,
    I was night,
    She was day at dawn,
    I saw all,
    She looked blind as fawn,
    We held hand,
    And we walked our way,
    I left for the past,
    She came for today.

  • Magnum

    Deep into this journey,
    Long after the deep susurration of life,
    And the sense of longing,
    Of natal desire,
    Is dried and shorn as bark and wool,
    And bright as the nectar corals,
    Burnt with tired timber,
    Does the dull truth of things,
    Worm in.

    Baleful eyes, kissed with Kohl yet
    Empty inside,
    Burrowed by the undoing of this ethereal Magnum,
    This caustic world,
    With it’s walls of freedom, aching,
    Breaking against blindness,
    Seek,
    Weep,
    And speak, no more than what the silence taught them in form of tears.

    A panacea,
    To all immutable happenstance. Measured, immeasurable,
    Paraded or parodied,
    Through one life iterated, in many lives over,
    Rags and rags, covering a bareness,
    That reflects in no light,
    But unfurls in each darkness,
    Like moon upon lotus lips,
    Of philosophers and Pharaohs,
    Of travellers and treasurers,
    Of hunters and hoarders.

    Unceasingly mitigated,
    Yet never really moving,
    Until stillness itself stills,
    And all forms, wither into one,
    And all one’s merge into none.

    Panacea,
    The answer to no question.