Poetry Corner

When I emerged from the wound
Of the beautiful ebony woman
She held me and called me her

"Little masterpiece."

I didn’t expect everyone
To agree with her and
Neither did she though
She wasn’t expecting your
Voice to speak out from your
Dark little corner.

“Just a mistake.”

It’s funny. I don’t have
Any memory of that moment
But I can see it as if I was
Not just a newborn wrapped
In the protection of my
Mother’s loving embrace
But that I was the little girl
Who hid in the closet while your
Rage poured out at the top
Of your lungs, calling her

“A mistake.”

A mistake that couldn’t possibly
Be yours for I was too dark.
A mistake you couldn’t have made
Couldn’t love…because I wasn’t yours.
Your genetics didn’t make weak females.

No. This is not a plea for your
Attention, your love, I don’t want either.
I just want you to acknowledge the fact
That I am your Daughter.
That your tainted blood, the blood that
Runs through your corrupt veins…
Run through mine too.

I…I always cringe when someone says
“You look just like your father.”
“Your father spit you out.”
I cringe at those words as if
I am a demon shunning away the holy water
So that I can bathe only in my own damnation.
But the mirror…a lie it never tells and so
It screams at me, ever day the truth.
“You look just like him.”
“You have his smile.”

As I search, I dig my nails
Into the flesh of my existence,
Trying not to find someone else
To be like, just searching the
Canvas of my soul to see if I can
Find anything that just belongs to me.
I don’t want your accent…
I don’t want your filthy currency
And I certainly don’t want your features.

No…I don’t want anything from you.
I just want to prove that the
“Mistake”, you made years ago,
Will forever haunt you by becoming

“A masterpiece.”

That you failed to claim.

Child I cry the blood for those who are broken heart
Stay beneath my shade, do not leave me,
For in this solitude I find my hell,
Ages go, and history repeats itself

When will the blood stop?
When will the murders stop?
When will i stop my weeping?
As another one hangs on my branch.

Skeletons find their joy on me,
Another life lost,
As I sing my song to you,
Child, be strong, it will only get better.

But alas another life is gone,
I see them coming for you,
Child hide beneath my branch?
Hurry, before its too late!

Alas the blood seeps more,
The roots that have been stained,
Are once more stained,
As I sing my song again.

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.
Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me.
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die."
[Willow O Wally Song by the Movie The Innocents]

Be music, night,
That her sleep may go
Where angels have their pale tall choirs

Be a hand, sea,
That her dreams may watch
Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world

Be a voice, sky,
That her beauties may be counted
And the stars will tilt their quiet faces
Into the mirror of her loveliness

Be a road, earth,
That her walking may take thee
Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires

O be a world and a throne, God,
That her living may find its weather
And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book
Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house

When I see you, who were so wise and cool,
Gazing with silly sickness on that fool
You've given your love to, your adoring hands
Touch his so intimately that each understands,
I know, most hidden things; and when I know
Your holiest dreams yield to the stupid bow
Of his red lips, and that the empty grace
Of those strong legs and arms, that rosy face,
Has beaten your heart to such a flame of love,
That you have given him every touch and move,
Wrinkle and secret of you, all your life,
-- Oh! then I know I'm waiting, lover-wife,
For the great time when love is at a close,
And all its fruit's to watch the thickening nose
And sweaty neck and dulling face and eye,
That are yours, and you, most surely, till you die!
Day after day you'll sit with him and note
The greasier tie, the dingy wrinkling coat;
As prettiness turns to pomp, and strength to fat,
And love, love, love to habit!
And after that,
When all that's fine in man is at an end,
And you, that loved young life and clean, must tend
A foul sick fumbling dribbling body and old,
When his rare lips hang flabby and can't hold
Slobber, and you're enduring that worst thing,
Senility's queasy furtive love-making,
And searching those dear eyes for human meaning,
Propping the bald and helpless head, and cleaning
A scrap that life's flung by, and love's forgotten, --
Then you'll be tired; and passion dead and rotten;
And he'll be dirty, dirty!
O lithe and free
And lightfoot, that the poor heart cries to see,
That's how I'll see your man and you! --

But you
-- Oh, when THAT time comes, you'll be dirty too!

Deep inside we want something we can't have.
We'll try at any cost to touch or try to grab.
it's not what we're to do.
We're supposed to sit back and say 'I'm happy for you.'
But deep in our minds,
We're gripping their throats.
Your conscience will only say 'Whatever floats your boat.'

Listen to this weeping heart,
Endless tears never seem to stop
Not knowing love,
Nor ever being loved,
The heart continues to weep,
These endless tears that will never stop

“I love you” is words that never will be uttered,
Nor will “I love you too”,
Sad is it not, yet live we must
Day in and out,
Pain that never ceases,
Love me, please
Even if it’s not truth.

Pathetic mortal,
Weeping for the tomorrow that will never come
Pathetic human,
Wishing for a love that will never come,
Embrace me,
Loathe me,
Worship me,
And only me

Known by many names,
Yet not known at all,
I am the darkness within you,
The tears that try so hard to cleanse me.
I am you and you are I.

Pathetic mortal,
Embrace me,
Useless human,
Loathe me,
Yet never utter those simple words.
“I love you”

What is love?
What is lust?
Embrace me,
Worship me,
And only then,
Will salvation come to you?

I am you, and you are I
I am your darkness,
Eternal darkness,
I am Death.

So sleep pathetic mortal,
Sleep useless human,
All in the end becomes I,
And I become your eternal darkness.
Sleep tight, pathetic mortal,
And never wake up.