Lurking in the Dark

PATRICIA HENSON

2010-12-04T00:45:00.000+08:00

PATRICIA HENSON

I will remain as a poetry undeciphered.

Codes of hidden truth under your clothes.

I am your unmet love still undecided.

I am a faith you turned into a hoax.

We drive through route forty-six.

You are the love I want to keep.

We're singing along with the radio mix.

And kissed our daughter fast asleep.

Yet these are all in my dreams.

None of them exist within.

Just a bulk of subconscious streams.

Yet we hoped this is what it should've been.

A love you never lost.

A love you never had.

A LITTLE TALE OF "GREAT PLEASING PERFECT FISH?"

2010-12-03T23:48:00.001+08:00

A LITTLE TALE OF "GREAT PLEASING PERFECT FISH?"

I see people of innocence fall...

Accused and done wrong with, by a pack of hell bred whose motives are vague;

what do they want to prove?

That they are of no blemish?

And better than everybody else around?

I see them run off to hide from judgment at the day where the dead are judged...

What account do you have to offer?

A fox does not differ from a thousand fox...

They lie about others and lie about themselves...

And so they deceive themselves out of their notice.

Now only to a promise I cling on...

You are to put me away from and shame my oppressors...

And so I will believe...

May You just melt their hearts into repentance?

Ain't this my culture,

Nor my territory, but of the other side

So you'd just have me kept my head down?

I cannot just keep it staying this way...

Lives have been put to prison for immature reasons...

What is mature then?

Is it not realizing your immaturity so you may grow?

I know your games, and your game is called "hurting."

What joy do you find in being a liar?

Who we come to meet all day with a mask?

Now can you tell?

I'm not of worth, yes, to call for a reflection

But have you done such a thing and found yourselves perfect?

What do you want to prove to yourselves?

Better? Best? Hero? Or a plain hypocrite?

You ain't being true to yourself...

You're actually lying to others and to yourself...

What lie do you have for the generations to come?

O great pleasing perfect fish?

How can you sleep knowing you have swallowed such defenseless ones?

O great pleasing perfect fish...

Great are your woes...

Great are your credits...

THE WEDDING OF GAIA AND LUNA

2010-12-03T23:33:00.000+08:00

THE WEDDING OF GAIA AND LUNA

She wears the corset of the moon,

With a priceless smile of June

She lifts her delight away from shrouds

And rests her dreams above the clouds

There by the snare of fate, her brows

Arched like bridges of profound rainbows

Her ample breasts tucked in Hermes' dress,

She spilled her coffee, now to clean a mess

There after tackled my heart in openness,

By then I fell awefully motionless

With my heart racing to pitch,

To a height or depth I grasp yet couldn't reach

With a breath taken from the grace of Aries,

She runs in the arms of Polaris

With a stellar glow in her face,

I catch up with her undiscernable pace

At the drop of moonlight beyond grasp,

Its beauty cried out at last

Standing still we stare each others' eyes,

We wept in joy, hearing the clock counting nights

There we paused in each other's arms,

Sealed it with a kiss, savored our charms

COITUS WITH POETRY

2010-12-03T22:50:00.004+08:00

COITUS WITH POETRY

They are written like movies

To constantly go on with it

To reckon the secrets

You do not even care about

Move your mind,

Initiate change

It only takes a minute

Of your precious time

Go live with it for a moment

Emphaty doesn't harm

That might even help

Be part of the poem

Create a world with it

A little imagination is harmless

THE REBIRTH OF A FALLEN SOLDIER

2010-12-02T14:10:00.005+08:00

THE REBIRTH OF A FALLEN SOLDIER

Seemingly in thoughts of thoughts; they gathered

They took a form of awareness in a body

They manifested as a piece of which has rendered

As a soul like rewinded feathers of Kadaki

A creature which burns itself of sweets and spices

And dies with a sharp cry and gives birth to itself

The fallen Corbenik now entices,

The sky of now the Third Heaven's Left

Bursts and sends down and hands my being

To the soil of Mardias and of Peniphels

I was awaken by the songs of Redchests' singing

Along the banks of her orifice, Nolamaia Benethreli

There naked; maidens bathing found me

They took their time for themselves to see

A young battle-fallen like man, that was me

THE REBIRTH

2010-12-02T14:07:00.001+08:00

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