lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

NUYORKRICAN


from pen to sketchbook
heart gushing pain phrased beauty
emotions flowing

rivers of poems
verbal enshrinement's to love
volumes bound in pain

each poem a ghost
calling her name back to life
internet hauntings

sentimentos
canciones corta vena
aaaaye Bendito

cut me to the bone
corazón está roto
with death in your eyes

carino mio
my heart could not bear to watch
your suffering for love

~*~

intoxicating
poetic Belladonna
sad tender sadist

poisonous flower
enchant me into darkness
Datura mio

sacrificed my heart
at the altar of hys pain
and left me bleeding

so cold tan sola
my hearts blood is on your knife
exquisite Sadist

from my wounded heart
blood red Datura blossoms
in your memory

[Passionaria]

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sentiementos....................

[Passionaria]

Even at three am the Texas heat is unbearable. The scorched red earth of the Hill Country has baked dry, cracking like the sun drenched face of a thousand year old woman. Plants, like fragile Southern Bells grow faint from heat exhaustion, while trees stand comatose, not daring to move a single leaf. It feels as if the land is holding its breath, afraid to make one wrong move.

One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything. I had never behaved like that before, so hurt and angry that I couldn’t even remember what I had said. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty I thought to myself, sniffling, as I gently sucked the last morsel of chocolate clinging to my manicured fingertips. The sweetness of the chocolate was a welcome contrast to the pain raging in my heart. But not quite as helpful as the Merlot I sipped, as I sat on the front porch, curled up on the sea grass sofa, watching the night.

A breeze rustles through dry leaves, laced with the familiar scent of dust. While grayish blue clouds morph the starry sky, into an ominous warning, whose energy feels like a snake recoiling ready to strike. Oh stop teasing me, I thought, directing my pain at the sky, instead of you. It hasn’t rained in months. Lightning pierces the darkness, electricity burning through my heart. The only sound I hear is the wind, blowing like the tormented thoughts in my mind. The plants quiver reaching out to be quenched, as does my heart. The outside and the inside feel the same tonight, the synchronicity bringing me peace.

This storm and I are one, as I wander out under the night sky. Rain begins to fall cool on my skin, giving life to earth, and my soul. Inhibition dissolves into this merging, and I remove my clothes stretching my torso across the hood of my neighbor’s car. My feet spread apart, my hips following the line of warm metal. Face down, my long hair flowing across red paint. Rain is beating down on my skin; stinging, cooling, cleansing. Cool water quenching the dryness of my lips, rolling across swollen eyelids, massaging tense shoulders, torrents running from my fingertips. Tears of this raging storm gush down the valley of my spine like a flash flood, then splashes over the roundness of my hips, and lush bare bottom, before finding the inside of my thighs, and rushing to join the waiting earth. The skies passionate release washing away the storm in me.

I laid there cleansed and entranced, until the fleeting storm transformed into a rising mist permeating the night air. Finally rising, spent, amazed at the markings my body lotion has created. A woman’s face, breasts, waist, hips and thighs smeared onto the red paint of my neighbor’s car. Laughing softly, poor thing, I wonder how he is going to explain that.

Pashi



Yes, I know this is a story, but it just feels better to me to keep my musings in one tightly spot. A place where all the creatures of my overactive mind are already familiar with each other.~ Passionaria

[Passionaria]

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Pele's Daughter

Fragrant White Ginger emerges
from jet black Lava rock
intoxicating me
drunk on beauty

Blue oceans crash
caressing you, leaving
rainbows to dance
from water drops
even the sea
offers treasures at your feet

Fierce beauty
Goddess of FIRE
Scorching your essence into my soul
Setting my heart afire
once burnt
Forever longing
for you

OFFERING you flowers
feelings arise
Tears move
like lava flows
shifting my soul out of numbness
into enchantment

Twice you have saved my life
Secrets between you and I
grateful I throw flowers
at your feet
offerings of love
Aloha
Bound deeply to you

Passionaria

[Arwen]

Lovely lovely lovely just like you!

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by Arwen

Lovely lovely lovely just like you!

Big warm thank you hugs!
This poem is dedicated to you Awren, our delicious debutante of the 9 word extravaganza:

autumn silence foggy softness path share chair lucky day

Fogged in

Autumn's dense foggy silence
engulfs the coastline
extending tendrils of mist
like swirling ghosts
that creep up mountain paths
to devour helpless redwoods
swirling ghosts
who haunt desolate roadways
with thick opaque softness
that insists the lucid movement of day
surrenders into it's dreamy grasp

lucky to have found a roadside cafe
I settle into a plush fireside chair
devoted to my steamy espresso
held captive
while the ocean and the land
share a cold moist embrace

Passionaria

[WILDCAT]

Originally Posted by Passionaria

Even at three am the Texas heat is unbearable. The scorched red earth of the Hill Country has baked dry, cracking like the sun drenched face of a thousand year old woman. Plants, like fragile Southern Bells grow faint from heat exhaustion, while trees stand comatose, not daring to move a single leaf. It feels as if the land is holding its breath, afraid to make one wrong move.

One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything. I had never behaved like that before, so hurt and angry that I couldn’t even remember what I had said. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty I thought to myself, sniffling, as I gently sucked the last morsel of chocolate clinging to my manicured fingertips. The sweetness of the chocolate was a welcome contrast to the pain raging in my heart. But not quite as helpful as the Merlot I sipped, as I sat on the front porch, curled up on the sea grass sofa, watching the night.

A breeze rustles through dry leaves, laced with the familiar scent of dust. While grayish blue clouds morph the starry sky, into an ominous warning, whose energy feels like a snake recoiling ready to strike. Oh stop teasing me, I thought, directing my pain at the sky, instead of you. It hasn’t rained in months. Lightning pierces the darkness, electricity burning through my heart. The only sound I hear is the wind, blowing like the tormented thoughts in my mind. The plants quiver reaching out to be quenched, as does my heart. The outside and the inside feel the same tonight, the synchronicity bringing me peace.

This storm and I are one, as I wander out under the night sky. Rain begins to fall cool on my skin, giving life to earth, and my soul. Inhibition dissolves into this merging, and I remove my clothes stretching my torso across the hood of my neighbor’s car. My feet spread apart, my hips following the line of warm metal. Face down, my long hair flowing across red paint. Rain is beating down on my skin; stinging, cooling, cleansing. Cool water quenching the dryness of my lips, rolling across swollen eyelids, massaging tense shoulders, torrents running from my fingertips. Tears of this raging storm gush down the valley of my spine like a flash flood, then splashes over the roundness of my hips, and lush bare bottom, before finding the inside of my thighs, and rushing to join the waiting earth. The skies passionate release washing away the storm in me.

I laid there cleansed and entranced, until the fleeting storm transformed into a rising mist permeating the night air. Finally rising, spent, amazed at the markings my body lotion has created. A woman’s face, breasts, waist, hips and thighs smeared onto the red paint of my neighbor’s car. Laughing softly, poor thing, I wonder how he is going to explain that.

Pashi



Yes, I know this is a story, but it just feels better to me to keep my musings in one tightly spot. A place where all the creatures of my overactive mind are already familiar with each other.~ Passionaria

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BEAUTIFUL... Thank you.

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by WILDCAT

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BEAUTIFUL... Thank you.

Hi Wildcat,
I appreciate you taking the time to read, and then actually comment, allot! Thanks.

Pashi

[foxyshaman]

fantastic writing Passionaria. Simply beautiful.

[no1sBoi]

Originally Posted by Passionaria

Even at three am the Texas heat is unbearable...

One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything...



Yes, I know this is a story, but it just feels better to me to keep my musings in one tightly spot. A place where all the creatures of my overactive mind are already familiar with each other.~ Passionaria

Pashi,
As you know, I too, find your impassioned writing absolutely exquisite..."One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything..." so powerful in that context---brilliant!... There are many good writers here, in my opinion. I'm thinking this might be a safe place to reveal another side of me...

[no1sBoi]

I shouted from Olympus
whispering there against your flesh
so loudly that the dead night came alive
in a bright swatch of moonlight
silvered across your face
like a shining blade
tatooed upon your still-bleeding from old wounds cheek
I connect small circles on your shoulder
in ever-brightening light with touch lighter
than you
than I
have imagined
resided in fingertips that have delivered
a thousand other messages
in a million other welcoming eager hungry angry places
on your perfectly mastered body
Our synergized imperfect past has empassioned the us
in you and I
to claw our way to the pinnacle of betrayal
of all they told us to hold dear
and we could do that
in the darkest of endless
souless
nights
you and I...
I insisting
and you gratefully accepting
that I am God of gods
in every tone of ungodly voice...
but the earth has shifted now
You and I Us We
are awash in moonlight
I have never fallen to my humility
in the light
to speak unfamiliar words
'til I traced circles on your shoulders
and whispered from Olympus
with virgin voice so strong
that even I
believed the music in it

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by no1sBoi

I shouted from Olympus
whispering there against your flesh
so loudly that the dead night came alive
in a bright swatch of moonlight
silvered across your face
like a shining blade
tatooed upon your still-bleeding from old wounds cheek
I connect small circles on your shoulder
in ever-brightening light with touch lighter
than you
than I
have imagined
resided in fingertips that have delivered
a thousand other messages
in a million other welcoming eager hungry angry places
on your perfectly mastered body
Our synergized imperfect past has empassioned the us
in you and I
to claw our way to the pinnacle of betrayal
of all they told us to hold dear
and we could do that
in the darkest of endless
souless
nights
you and I...
I insisting
and you gratefully accepting
that I am God of gods
in every tone of ungodly voice...
but the earth has shifted now
You and I Us We
are awash in moonlight
I have never fallen to my humility
in the light
to speak unfamiliar words
'til I traced circles on your shoulders
and whispered from Olympus
with virgin voice so strong
that even I
believed the music in it

What a beautiful gift to come here and find you sharing poetry with me. I am touched, and moved. Thank you, for sharing your poetry with me, you made my weekend!

Your poem evokes a feeling in me of dangerous, tenderness, feelings that are both soothing and unnerving at the same time, like a gently wind that caresses before the storm arrives.

"in a bright swatch of moonlight
silvered across your face
like a shining blade
tatooed upon your still-bleeding from old wounds cheek
I connect small circles on your shoulder
in ever-brightening light with touch lighter
than you
than I
have imagined"


"Our synergized imperfect past has empassioned the us
in you and I
to claw our way to the pinnacle of betrayal
of all they told us to hold dear
and we could do that
in the darkest of endless
souless
nights"

Haunting, acknowledging the cravings..... that calling to the darkness. Then back to your own surprise of tenderness....Fabulous evocative writing!! What a treat, Aye, Aye, Aye!

Pashi

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by no1sBoi

Pashi,
As you know, I too, find your impassioned writing absolutely exquisite..."One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything..." so powerful in that context---brilliant!... There are many good writers here, in my opinion. I'm thinking this might be a safe place to reveal another side of me...

Thank you so much for your kind, supportive words, big smile here! Yes, this is a great place to share, and we are lucky that your willing!!! Oh, to share poetry

Pashi

[Jax]

These are really great Passionaria!! Dont stop writing lady ... That would be a huge loss Jax