Perception of the Mind

They speak words with tongue
flickering together to comprehend words spoken
NOT of truth and liberation
But of classified derogatory bullshit
Speak free your illusions you fool
Fight me? We’ll see

When I come with words of truth
i’ll break down your perfect little ideology you build to project your madness
You’re entertained by the facade you so eloquently receive
Fight me? We’ll see

How about you dissect and fix the idiosyncrasy that was provoked and seek help for your clinical madness
Dumping your seemingly intellectual truth won’t create what you’re trying to perceive
Awaited retribution will stick to your skin for the pain that you have caused
Fight me? We’ll see

The Sun

I went to the ocean to think as the sun was setting. It has its fascinating way of protruding its bright eyes at me, hoping that I will find peace in this dull world. I smiled at the thought of the sun reminding me that “there is light at the end of the tunnel” stubborn even, to get this image out of my mind.

I reminded myself of the reason I was here in the first place, how ironic it is, that this sun knew how to help me portrayed my thoughts without speaking. Natures eclectic form drew me to this spot, instead of my regular cluttered box that was full of nothing, but everything.

The evening breeze blew my hair against my face, signaling my return to your arms where I should have been, yet I wasn’t there, knowing you would have wanted me there. Knowing we feel the same energy, the same energy that the sun profusely allow to seep deep into my wandering soul.

You’re a Slave for Me (Part 1)

She thought she could deceive me
My eyes caught the red sheer see through gown that she wore
Just how I liked it

She strutted towards me, poised
Our eyes met
I looked away with sudden disgust
I didn’t want her to believe I was intrigued by this filth

Cuff in hand
Whip too
I dragged her by her hair
Pushed her against the brick wall
She squealed
I smiled
Wishing I cared
After all these years
I finally get to hurt you too

I never thought I’d be this amused by you
Hurting you
Inflict the pain upon your broken skin
Like the sadist I am

I know you thought different of me
This sweet
Innocent
Nectar
That you wish you’d taste
But no
You disgust Me
You Slave

Love Diminishes

I shoved the thought of you coming back to me
With my retrograde heart
I plunged
And pushed you away
Hoping you’d stay
Love tested
But not lost
This loss is brutal

Without utterance you speak about love
Love in its twisted form
Cast no stones
It should be pure
Truthful
Full of life
No pain?
No tears?
Just plain old love like the biblical days

I shoved you so deep
I could feel your love pulsating through my heart
Like a throbbing vagina conquering an orgasm

But love’s depth dissipates into thin air
Like black smoke on a cloudy day
There is no end to what we would’ve seen
Idiosyncrasies submerge

Feelings too real
Yet feeling fake
No time to regroup
No To time to suffer
Or cry a running river
Life is moving eagerly
Through distance and time
You’ll emerge quietly
Showing me
Love is not lost

Written and copyright by: Grace Aitcheson

Seasons – Monday’s Masterpiece

Today’s challenge is to take inspiration from a work of art and write from it. 

To participate go to Boi Poet

The masterpiece choice for today is:
Blossom in glass by Jane Kell

No more seasons to chase
Hearts being broken
Naked bodies to trace
The sun is now setting quicker by the day
It’s a sign

A sign for
New characters to get placed
Raindrops frequent my doorstep
Thunder storms to roar through this deserted place I called home

Home where my heart lies
And my partner lives
Two submerged soul
Souring……

As the season changes
And hearts begin to mend
Familes get together to fake the heart of November

Flowers bloom from the much needed rain that pours upon its soul
Once again Fall begins while Summer has washed away the burning of the soul

I Returned – Monday’s Masterpiece

This is a late response to my Monday’s Masterpiece……

Today’s challenge is to take inspiration from a work of art and write from it.

To participate, go to http:// boipoet.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/mondays-masterpiece-02-september-2013/#comment-2541

The masterpiece choice for today is – Care Home by Gina Soden

I never thought I’d be here,
Again
Wandering
Barefooted
Deranged
This sanity is real but I’m feeling insane

I’ve become familiar with how desolate this atmosphere is,
old and dreary

It has been 10 years and I cannot succumb to this
I can still hear her tiny feet
Walking along hallway
Running through the rooms
Her voice wakes up my consciousness

I can still smell the husky wood
The arched windows where my two year old daughter protrait hanged is untouched
Her shorts buried among the ruins dissipates slowly everytime I return

This destruction
How can one rescind
From this place
This place is
My solace