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This is me letting the wrenching grip around my heart release itself.
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Penetrating The God of Walls


Lasting for an instant, today and tomorrow.

Oshun’s warm waters flowed over the steep tower’s edge.


Empty corridors swelled,

as amber ripples swam.

Adorned and rich.


Palpitating against its gates

Primroses ignited.

His thirst quenched.


Eroding its structure,

dissolving its defenses,

Oshooon….went her waves,

seeping trough hidden chambers,

where casted dreams and fears lay.


Lucid now.


Who was she but a chisel,

rumbling the mortar loose.

Coaxing the brick wall to release and fall.


Agile and delicate her fingers were,

separating each block from its joints.


Pulling at the strength of his defense.

What gain could there have been

but imminent hurt, an apparent offense.


Not worrying about what will happen,

only what needed to be done,

He salvaged what was…


Posted on June 7, 2011 at 1:39pm

Violation Came

The self-indulgent voice shot through me like a long arrow
Forcefully entering my mind piercing my will

Its stiff feathers scathing my heart as it brushed against my spine
causing it to burn

Running along my underbelly to my pit
Hoggish and virile

Drumming and pulling at my cords
Only to release and shoot back up with a cry

My mind left stiff and confused


Posted on May 31, 2011 at 9:50pm

The Guilt I Feel

The guilt weighed heavy on me
One of desire, the craving of love,
and the need for normal.

It pulsated hard through my veins and bled to my lips.
Now swelled and stained from each pull and tug.

Now aware.
How do you explain the guilt that you feel?

Detach, disconnected
not related to me.

The disrobing of my dress, and revealed face
how do you explain the guilt that you know?


Opened wide, ready to give and now receive
how do you explain the gentleness and desire in front of me?


As the word “Yes” rose through me
how do you explain the things that you need?

All body and no mind.

Detached, disconnected
not related to me.

Posted on May 31, 2011 at 9:42pm

My Body Betrayed Me


 My body betrayed me;

Of course not before my mind gave way to sentimentality.

Independent thinker it is, although I never knew she was.

Posted on May 19, 2011 at 2:30pm

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At 9:08pm on March 7, 2011, JD Siazon said…
Looking forward to reading more of your posts--


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