spilledwoords
“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
Tag: long-term-relationships
Don’t Urge Me
“Entreat me not to leave you,Or to turn back from following after you;For wherever you go, I will go;And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;Your people shall be my people,And your God, my God.Where you die, I will die,And there will I be buried.The… Continue Reading “Don’t Urge Me”
SBS
Rancor n’ acrimony,envy n’ jealously,quarreling n’ cursingclamps her in an embrace. She’s a captive –a willing devotee then,an unwilling convert nowshe has thrown her heart to wedlock. What convinced her or her likesof this affection, this sparky affairtoxic to its recipient n’ its bearerI… Continue Reading “SBS”
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Weapon
The will to power destroys the power to will.The weapon made, we cannot help but use it;it drags us with its own momentum still. The power to kill compounds the need to kill.Grown out of hand, the heart cannot refuse it;the will to power undoes the power to will. Though as we strike we cry […]
Silent, but ….
I MAY be silent, butI’m thinking.I may not talk, butDon’t mistake me for a wall. Copyright © Tsuboi Shigeji | Translated by Geoffrey Bownan and Anothony Thwaite | 1964
Olokun
I love to pass my fingers(As tide thro’ weeds of the seaAnd wind the tall fern-fronds)Thro’ the strands of your hairDark as night that screens the naked moon: I am jealous and passionateLike Jehovah, God of the Jews,And I would that you realiseNo greater love had womanFrom man than the one I have for you! […]
Don’t Urge Me
“Entreat me not to leave you,Or to turn back from following after you;For wherever you go, I will go;And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;Your people shall be my people,And your God, my God.Where you die, I will die,And there will I be buried.The LORD do so to me, and more also,If anything but death […]
Wait Not
Wait not, fond lovershe’d not give a waiverwho took your placefind yourself another,let your memories bank not on me;your fantasies are free to roam. Wait not, fond lovershe – I dwell now inher river like a fish;she’s a taunting schemerthat wouldn’t unshackleor make me free. Desire me less in the nightturn the page, don’t writeanother […]
