Monday, April 26, 2010

Sculpting Lips of Desire ~ ~ Almas Ruby

Came the specious touch of wind
to my wounded heart
unleashed every deep scar of love
proffered I my heart to the treacherous whispers
those whispers of dawn in oblivion

came the disloyal smile of thoughts
to my heart suffering lacerations
uncovered every desire untouched
slithered I the bleeding heart of mine
to the craves of fulfillment

came the unfaithful feel of touch
to my soul bleeding
unveiled every passion in veil
tendered I the incomplete being of mine
to the whim of that sin of dawn

came the fickle illusion of affect
to my body shivering with fear
sculpting it with the lips of desires
desires so fiery
offered I the cadaver for completion

Ahh this love so pure
could not procure the favors of destiny
the wind shouted out for being capricious
the smile cried over being protean
the feel yelled out for being chameleonic
the illusion cried out for being false

Ahh this love
bitten once again
that shattering moment at dawn
I am left with the remains and ruins
of how
the wind acquitted of the perjury
the smile absolved of the deception
the feel vindicated so easily
the illusion exculpated so sinfully

seen had I the youth in your grizzled desires
all was a dream so beautiful but untrue
the wind was an itinerant
the smile was a fugitive
the feel was a sundowner
the illusion was a nomad

my heart bleeding
the rains bringing flames with them
the ethereal moon bringing fire with it
nothing works
all alone in the darkness of night
all alone in the pains of love
all alone among the coup de grace

the Misericord of Love on my being once again
all alone with my pains
all alone with nocturnal pains


Thunders and Candle Light - ~ Almas Ruby

- - - - - -
tonight when thunders embraced
the cruel darkest skies

like the tryst in the arms of love
as the lovers under an old willow

the flash of lightning in the sky black
as the wave of passion running
through the body of belief

the dusky red tinge of candle light
in dark room decked with memories

the flicker of candle light
as the glimmer of confession in your eyes

the tryst giving rains of sensation
the desiccated quenched
the candle dying of
falling into step with
the time so lethal
an impression on the sand of loneliness


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Life's Scars ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I've found,
While journeying to the West-
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do;
But those are only passing ills;
This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are oft to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree,
Nor true hearts yearly bloom.
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But, soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow's test:
The only folks who give us pain
Are those we love the best.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Saturday, April 10, 2010

When I Die ~ Rumi

"When I die
when my coffinis being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world.
don't shed any tears
don't lament or feel sorry
i'm not falling in to a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is only a curtain
for the paradise behind you'll only see me
descending into a grave now watch me rise

how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down
it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed
have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human
have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well
when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul will belong to the world of
no place no time~

RUMI, ghazal number 911.translated May 18, 1992, by Nader Khalili."