Heaven and Hell

A touch, a kiss, a moment of bliss,

 Heaven I create, a castle of sand;

A swelling wave, a billowing wind,

Defenseless, in broken castle I stand:

In terror, in dark, I cry, I hark,

 Hell I live in, a burning land;

Fear in my heart, it grips, I start,

Evils and Ghosts and Others,

Outward for help, inward for strength,

Weal and woe, Fate's taken a hand:

My world and thine, so long entwined,

 Heaven and Hell , now combined.

Death by choice

silence pressing down

relentless, threatening,

a crouching beast of prey

awaiting propitious moment

to jump for the kill.

that killer smile plastered to my afflicted brain

I stand, immovable, impotent

petrified into silent surrender.

and in the void between life and death

stands Time, inscrutable in its dignity

the Ringmaster in circus of life

a burning hoop of fire held out

inviting that scorching jump.

Do i dare to fight? To turn my back

to flee that open jaw?

no, let me wait for the blade to fall

to slice through- or for the wrack

to stretch my limbs taut

tearing each apart

painfully slow to the end.

Alive

When I walk by, do you see me?

Or a mirage?

Mother, sister, daughter, wife

You know,  a woman ignore; 
for her no love, nor tears; 
for her no space to play, to breathe, to live;

An object of lust, a prey

To stalk or kill at will.

My steps bound, my freedom

caged, subject to your rage

Less than beasts I live and die.

None to hear my cries

Few to feel my pain

Yet from within strength I gain

my fire burns bright and glowing

in my desperate world:

No,  I will not forsake

my true nature-

Beyond your known realms

I bloom like a lotus

Embedded in murk

Surging upwards to light. 

My Last Prayer

Let me grow old in peace!

Bask in the rays of a setting sun

Lean back to rest, my day’s work done:

From afar I’ll watch worlds grow,

Listen to new melodies flow

Not strive to reach elusive ends

Nor yearn for more; with nature blend.

A lone star I’ll shine in firmament

No one to lead; none to tend.

 Lear’s madness laid to rest,

Rising no more Sphinx-like from ash 

Sit and dream of another world.

Where paths run straight, where winds don’t hurl,

And brooks never lose their gurgle;

There I’ll lay down life’s loss

Triumph o’er crushing forces.