Imagina.....

escrito por Rathsie para Yemaya

Imagina un minuto que se dejará llevar por su verdadero sentimiento;
Imagina que no se pondrían tantas barreras por momento;
Imagina que tus suspiros llegan a su oído
Imagina que se entiende y te entiende;
Imagina por un segundo que da libre curso a lo que siente;
Imagina, después de todo seria lo más lógico;
¿Qué será de ti? ¿Qué será de ella? ¿Que será de ustedes?
Éstas preguntas no contestadas y otras
Constituyen su miedo más profundo
Impidiéndole de complacer su libido
Pero ella quiere decirte
Eres su amor prohibido.

a translation of the poem below - at the request of a sweet friend

....beating

Standing in the middle of the park
facing the majestic cathedral
looking haggard
with the mouth half-opened
opened-palmed
carrying a beating heart
dark red blood
streaming through his fingers
ba boom ba boom ba boom
rhytmic, incessant
the sparkling viscous liquid
colors the brick floor
He does not know where this living pump comes from
He does not remember how he got here.
He does not dare gaze at this display
but he feels the weight of this muscle
blanketed by a drape of flaming silk
ba boom ba boom ba boom
his feet stay planted on the ground
but the ventricles continue living
no sound can move up his throat
he is crucified
carrying the engine of a woman murdered by love

....battant

écrit par yemaya

Au milieu de la grand-place
il se tient
face à la cathédrale majestueuse
les yeux hagards
la bouche semi-entrouverte
la main droite tendue
portant un coeur battant
le sang rouge foncé
dégoulinant entre ses doigts
toum-ta, toum-ta, toum-ta
rhythmique, sans arrêt
le liquide visqueux brillant
colore le parterre de briques
Il ne sait d'où vient cette pompe vivante
Il ne se souvient plus comment il est arrivé là
Il n'ose pas regarder ce spectacle
mais il sent la lourdeur de ce muscle
couvert d'une étoffe de soie flamme
toum-ta, toum-ta, toum-ta
ses pieds restent fixés au sol
mais les ventricules continuent de vivre
aucun son ne peut lui sortir de la gorge
Il est cloué
portant le moteur d'une autre assassinée d'amour

my african daisy

perennial
october
preparing for winter
unchartered
tipsy words
butterflies
beyond the mountains
coffee brewing
squatting
light fire
cool breeze
mind wandering
expectation

Talking Dirty

I find it amazing how a combination of sounds can

turn me

the fuck

on!

Combine it with the right lustful look
and I begin to cook in my own juices.

Just hearing you speak
leaves me weak kneed and under your spell

Tell me your secrets
and I promise to acknowledge…

them…

all…

Just so I can feel you sashay your way into my thoughts

I want to be hot and bothered by your commentary

Fuck the complimentary

I want you talking dirty to me
under silk sheets
and arms weaved into my everywhere

I want you to tell me what you want,
how you wanna fuck,
when you love my pussy
and why I should love your cunt

Give me an oral presentation to put CEOs to shame

Causing me to erupt in an explosion of heated discussions

Let’s play a game of show and tell

Where I show you what you do to me every time you caress me verbally

Cuz there is nothing sexier than a little intellectual conversation

Building up the anticipation of what is going to happen next

A verbal contract of promised sexual contact.

I love it when you talk dirty to me.

Thank You

I wanna write you poetry
Beautiful shit that makes you want to slowly fall in love with me
Amazing words
That make you forget the flaws you originally found
Or at least learn to not mind

I want to write you songs
Love songs
Witty and sweet
About how we connect and what you mean to me

I want to write you stories
Profound tales that say everything that I can’t
That made you listen when I couldn’t
That made you remember this fragile piece of beauty that we have

You make my heart feel things my body isn’t ready for
I’m not blaming you, just letting you know you are responsible
For the smile I wear

every

single

day

Tanty

I hope I never forget to never forget you
I want to etch your sketch
Into a perpetual mental state
Of mine
So that I find you there every time I look.

I want to see a book or phrase
And think back to faded days
When you make a silly face
And that strange way you used to laugh…

I want to never forget the day you gave
that homeless lady the shirt off your back
and all the money you had.

I don’t want to be the one
Who only wants to have fun
Cuz it hurts to deal

I want to remember every hairstyle you had
That was always 20 years back from whatever time period we were in

I want to remember your skin
How soft it was and welcoming
How I’d breathe your hugs in
like warm buttermilk

You WILL reside in me
A constant in my memory
A metaphorical centerpiece
To what makes me be

I WILL praise your name
And celebrate your days
I will not let you be disgraced
By letting you fade

I will NEVER forget to never forget you!

Almost Forgot

When it comes to writing, no one can test me
My flow is majestic
Putting angry spirits to rest
I know that I am capable of amazing
of blazing a trail that no one ever thought of before

I open doors for the less brave
Y’all ask for more and I gave
Becoming a lyrical slave for this generation

But lately, I have been struggling
trying to come up with something worth saying in a way that is pleasing to the ear
I can hear the words in my mind
that my brain can’t define
what exactly is my talent?

And then I remembered.

I am not here for you to bob your head to my sound
I am here for you to nod your head because you agree with what I am saying
I am here to enlighten
I am hear to empower
I am hear to put fear into the hearts of cowards

All those who hide behind paper
so that we can’t see the face of
those creating bills that limits our freedom in exchange for our free will.

I can’t believe I almost forgot that I am here not because you want me
but because I need to be
I can no longer stand still and watch them ignore the children
I wanna know why I’m more afraid to think than to feel
I wanna know why men are getting killed
going to the store to buy milk for the baby they’ve finally decided to help raise

I wanna know why you can be with who you want
as long as you don’t want to marry them
That goes against God
Was that what you were thinking when you were harassing saddam?
Osama bin laden should be Osama been found
instead we hear Osama been making money off the U.S. underground.
What the Fuck!
I can’t believe I almost forgot.

Serenity

All I need is…
serenity
She told
She told me
She’d show
She’d show me
If I believed
then I’d find piece
Of Serenity

I’t’s getting harder and harder to believe
that there is something out there waiting for me
if I can achieve enlightenment through inner peace
maybe, just maybe I’ll finally be worthy of…

That elusive love, addictive drug, that endless caress in all the right places
and comfort.
I just want it to not hurt for just a little while.
Maybe I’ll get a chance to grow stronger in courage,
in wisdom,
in patience
if I promise to give you all of me for just brief sentences of…

Serenity
I know I’ll find closure in your release
Just please, please let me savor your secrets
Let me harbor your desire
Let me be a vessel to your understanding
Let me feel again
Let me breathe you in
Let me be real to the me within

Can I just have some…

Just enough to hold me over
Till the next fix
Till the next hit
Till the next gift that I’m blessed with

For now, just please remember me

Rainbow

It took me a long time to find my rainbow.
Apparently, I was the only one who couldn’t see it
because when I finally found it, all everyone had to say was,
“Yea, I always knew it was there, I just didn’t want to say anything.”

I can’t believe it took me twenty some odd years to see what everyone already saw
and that has got me pissed. Because I’d like to think that no one knows me better than I do,
but apparently I’ve been wrong about a lot of things lately.

Like, now that I know who the real me is, I thought it should be easy to pick up the pieces.
I thought I’d be able to delve into some instinctual rite of passage
and all the knowledge of the rainbows before mine would be bestowed on me.

And once again, I was wrong.

All I managed to do was fall into a whole new world with new politics, new rules, and new loneliness that feels different than the lonely of yesteryear.

Because it’s all encompassing.
It’s everything.
It’s almost devastating
yet I trudge on because that is what is expected of me.
Trying to lure myself into some sense of false security.
The rain has been pouring on me like I’ve been dying of thirst
and the higher beings finally heard my cries through cracked lips and swollen tongue.

I can barely wade through on some days.
Some days I just want to fall in and sleep.
That eternal sleep.
That deep peace that once achieved you can never turn back.

But today isn’t so bad and I managed to even smile a few times.
There are so many shades of me that most never get to see,
I guess that’s why it was hard to believe that internally I philosophically bleed,
because all that I knew is now untrue and I have no basis from which to stand.
For the first time, I have no plan.

And I stumble quite often,
but I manage to catch my bearings before I hit the bottom.

And it is through my rebirth that I have found my worth, my style my flow
and all the colors that make up my rainbow.