A Pond Full of Ponders

[arielsgoddess]

OR "What I did while I was away". Random poems that do not fit into other categories other than "I wrote 'em", and "(Hopefully) For Your Reading Pleasure".

First one:

Cycle

If this fire breaks my heart
Like a vase inside the kiln
Then if the split is mended
Such a vessel would hold more
If not then it will hold nothing

Either I will be broken or scarred
Taking quiet comfort in darkness
Where lucky means heart unnoticed
Loved means wounds become visible
Both of our eyes fixed upon the mark
That I see even when I close mine
Wishing I could somehow erase it

Your exploring fingers gently trace it
Surprise me to be followed by your lips
Softly molding around and pressing firmly
Flesh against mine eliminating the difference
For once feeling wholly smooth and perfect

Then your lips become everything everywhere
Flashing hands digging strongly into my desire
A flood filling me and feeling hotter than the fire
As you push inside me and pull out an ocean
That terrifies me as I think I have broken again
This rushing will stop and I will be left forever empty
But your mouth plunges wetly into mine refilling me

As we flow into each other

 

[arielsgoddess]

Joi D' Vie

Joi D’ Vie

My soul flickers
An untended flame
Shifting across distance
To seek the breath of life
Of those it loves

Fanning into the shadows
Of so many kinds of darkness
Offering what warmth its light gives
To those who perceive it

Silent ethereal wings
Flutter luminous without rest
Fading rather than tiring
Anxious to return again
Transcendent by will alone

Until atlast worn into faintness
Nearly giving up its quest
It trembles next to you
The spark
Hope flashes its tiny nova
Flaring into glory the flame's full beauty

Illuminating both the lantern
And the fire's tender
Love
Rekindling the dance
Which the flame begins again

Rejoicing in the universe
For a little while across the night

 

[arielsgoddess]

Immolation

Accustomed I am to cauterizing my wounds
Removing taint from blood of those that drew it
Marking myself triumphant in my survival
For all to see the futility of another attack

Etching these facts into my nerves like acid
Hiss of the blade a menacing incantation
Of where we were and where we need to be
The hymn that our demons teach us to sing

Consciousness burns white-hot into blackness
Embers to remember retained in the dark
Hidden and tended by enigmatic keepers
Whispering altar is not the same as sanctuary

Immunity is a game of odds against culmination
Where we are guaranteed eventually to lose
Burning then on the pyre of our own existence
Worth nothing more than the refinement of ashes

 

[The_Fool]

Cycle

If this fire breaks my heart
Like a vase inside the kiln
Then if the split is mended
Such a vessel would hold more
If not then it will hold nothing

Either I will be broken or scarred
Taking quiet comfort in darkness
Where lucky means heart unnoticed
Loved means wounds become visible
Both of our eyes fixed upon the mark
That I see even when I close mine
Wishing I could somehow erase it

Your exploring fingers gently trace it
Surprise me to be followed by your lips
Softly molding around and pressing firmly
Flesh against mine eliminating the difference
For once feeling wholly smooth and perfect

Then your lips become everything everywhere
Flashing hands digging strongly into my desire
A flood filling me and feeling hotter than the fire
As you push inside me and pull out an ocean
That terrifies me as I think I have broken again
This rushing will stop and I will be left forever empty
But your mouth plunges wetly into mine refilling me

As we flow into each other

The first verse really caught me. I like the metaphor.

 

[henderson791]

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[arielsgoddess]

Rune (for JD, re-aspiring actor & blues man), 1st draft

Maybe part of you troubled that
Life may have buried you in the shuffle
Of this blindside bag of fate you jumped inside
Like a rune being chipped and ground and grated
By all the others especially those fast seeking
To rub you the wrong way and knock you down
To the bottom where your senses drown
In nothingness

Lost in your own thoughts
Doubt crowds the words in your head
To equalize the pressure without pleasure
Of so many bodies being pressed against yours
Lives tumble and you stumble
Not wanting to step on them but needing to get higher
To your souls desire
Missing your chance when the hand dives again
On the verge of the verb like a tide coming in
To do to be to see to know to go
For once in the absolute right direction

Up and out and fulfilling the script of a future

But lurking there at the bottom struggles
The fear that when those fingers finally find you
You will have become so worn down that the sound
Of your arrival will not be the sweet song of success
It will be the testimony to the excess
Of obliteration into an obelisk
Bleached white shadow of that man that almost made it
The blank rune that has lost its meaning or never had one
Indistinguishable now from a rough stone
Not polished too demolished to be prized and precious
By the collectors and experts of the set

Yet as I turn and see you there I stop and smile
Not because I recognize you as part of them
A would-be iconic turning ironic
And not to pick you up and make you mine
To add to the clutter left by lovers
Better remembered for being my pets or regrets or other

No maybe lingering for you to look long enough into my eyes
To see the reflection of my selection as the truth
That you are the undiscovered
Not for the reasons you think
But because you found your way out….unique
Not one of them not lost not a mistake

Just one who will have to teach the world his own meaning

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First draft, editorial suggestions welcome

 

[arielsgoddess]

Flow (first draft)

I want to invite you to a party
Where slinky minxes greet you at the door
In cut-out spandex liquid black dresses
Smiling beguiling and almost silent
As they slip off black silk scarves draped over arms
In similar ceremony like leis reaching toward you
To blindfold you and help you undress before
Leading you to mingle in the large open room
Pungent with the warm smell of scented candles
Hanging in sconces now invisible and safely out of reach
Arabian pillows piled in islands around on the floor
Surprises of different rugs and textures findable as well
As the spaces are filled with flesh ebbing against flesh
The tide rising and turning each reach of the fingers
Into another unknown nipple or rippling over muscle
Sweat sliding us through and along blending us into one
While the now alien feel of clothing scraping on skin
Heralds the servants winding through with wine
And edible wonders to press to the lips of the crowd
Others to begin to assist with cuffing or binding of wrists
And any other part that wishes restraints to resist
Weaving chains and ropes through limbs mysteriously
So that each pull of a tether is by a master unseen
Ropes hissing between thighs may be strung between others
As hands and heads seek refuge by nesting in hips
Cocks bump across the surface like buoys on the sea
Until from the depths of the body the first tempest rises
Waves begin writhing colliding in a violent roam
Breasts smashed into like reefs as knees buckle beneath
Reforming in the foaming darkness the intensity crests
Slamming down and exploding the senses into senselessness
Retreating into the rebeating of hearts and hands slipping us apart
Helping us to stand while gravity is shifting like sand
Strangers more familiar than ourselves unwrap and redress us
Trickle the guests one by one into their coats by the door
Where I am waiting radiant with parting refreshments
Thank you for coming and coming together

 

[arielsgoddess]

Ode of Aphrodite

Modern day Aphrodite
Come and let down your hair for me
The gods have all fallen from Olympus
The mermaids tossed up from the sea

You walk the streets disillusioned
That your beauty can be had for a price
By the thousands of mere imitations
Who lose it all to their vice

Love has also lost its true meaning
The heart of the world is an urn
Only in the flow of the poems and prose
In the skills of the artist still yearn

For your glory my golden goddess
For the context that fills the soul
Of pure love and beauty and creation
Of the pieces we need to be whole

 

[arielsgoddess]

Disrespect

Your words pack like broken glass
Beneath my skin
So that even the gentlest touch
Causes pain from within

My ears still ring with your hatred
Doesn’t matter who it was for
The poison seeping through me
Cannot be cured anymore

My stumbling has turned into
A new way of moving about
The tiniest whisper of thinking
Has become a sea of shouts

Every word is an accusation
Of something being left unsaid
I can’t stand up for myself anymore
The ceiling keeps hitting my head

Dreams used to be a friend of mine
Now even they turn me into a stranger
I wake to darkness but don’t turn on the light
The mirror holds too much danger

 

[arielsgoddess]

Night Show

We all glow in the dark club
Flash flesh and eyes
Sweat drops staccato
Slipping sinuous torsos
Packed tight on one another
Nipples strumming ribs
Hips pulsing
Thighs electric
Fingers and hands
Hungry
Unsatisfied
And flowing
Hearts shifting beat
Feet advance retreat
Knees slip between knees
Hips slip and cup one another
Tongues lick lips trace teeth
Arms insinuate into others
Breasts bob and ride the tide
Caressed by the press
Of one another
As darkness and music and sex
Collide inside
Resonant bodies
A mass of amplifiers
Release the perfect concert

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I was listening to music and watching the stereo while writing this, which can probably be felt in the rhythm, but is also responsible for the poem looking like the digital oscilloscope meter, lol

 

[arielsgoddess]

Acceptance (The transcript of a dream)

I feel the sand in the concrete under my bare feet
On this ledge a sidewalk cutting through the air
To where it ends a steep broken corner jutting out
That I walk in solitary purpose to its beveled edge
Expecting to see and smell the cityscape below

Instead my breath is pinned suddenly in my chest
By the sight of a sea of people naked like myself
Shuffling in every direction past each other flowing
Neither obstacles nor destinations in their movement
Their dusky skin and blind stares the attire of the dead

An automation of eternal human traffic and so many
Teeming not too far below the pinnacle of my ledge
As my eyes move past shock into focus I realize that
I recognize one face then another and identify further
Those known in younger forms and distant lifelines

As the knowledge has me sinking to my knees I weep
My golden skin almost translucent from the sunshine
Warming my flesh alone above that silent multitude
Lost threads passing by on this street of disconnection
Why have I loved them all and yet not gone with them

My imprisonment so literal and cruel most of my life
Mocking me now that I have finally come to freedom
The loneliness wracking and bitterly laughing catcalls
Of demons that sang outside the bars of my window
Enjoying the joke that I was destined to win as a prize

I stare at tears trailing over my forearms as trembling
It seems the veins themselves rebel and begin to twist
Spikes swirling under my skin run vines beneath flesh
Racing up biceps and arms into shoulders converging
At my spine where the forces grow gather and collide

Arching me forward without time to scream it happens
Black mass of barbed wire explodes from my scapulas
Weaving itself quickly into sheaths that form feathers
Midnight steel like thick raven wings stippled with x’s
The weight of their nature and meaning heavy upon me

As I unfurl myself and stand I commit truly accepting
That my purpose is beyond my means to further resist
Deep within recycle my suffering into an icon that fits
The angel of death and mercy that they are all seeking
But I am not entitled yet to either and so my love rains