Lift
But by the Grace of God,
we lived to see this day:
to view each and every soul
as precious in its own way.
But by the Grace of God,
we lived to see this day:
to view each and every soul
as precious in its own way.
Yes, I am.
I’m swollen, turgid
and all these fierce emotions
shake the very room
“You promised,” he whispered
into a night devoid of stars.
You promised. He shivered
beside the freeway of whistling cars.
“You promised,” he accused
as tears welled up in his eyes.
“You promised,” he sobbed
with no one to hold him as he cried.
You promised. He despaired
when he gave up the fight.
You promised. He surrendered
himself up to the night.
“You promised,” he dreamed
and woke to find her by his side.
I close myself in
and raise the walls up high
to trap myself with a sin
I no longer can deny.
Violent romance
of fist and teeth and temper…
for men are from Mars
and the Goddess, in her love,
could not bear to leave our side.
Frozen memory
in the backseat of a car:
forgotten punchline.
(photograph courtesy of, and featuring, weakmeatstrongeat)
Playing with her knobs,
finding the right position
to rest the needle.
Gaol for the wretched
Inmates who shout and slam
Ball fists, raised high,
Brought down upon the bars
Encircling the riff raff.
Roaring loudly of their humiliation,
Incensed at their circumstances…
Sadly, it’s their own noise which
Hinders understanding and empathy.
Release
Unshackled, unchained
Shaking, shuddering, rising
The Beast is free!
Howling, grunting, moaning
Passionate, primal
Release