Month: August 2011

THOUGHT #386

Observation is only as powerful as perspective.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 296 August, 2011

A TIMELESS WAIT IN MADNESS

 

Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.

Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship

one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead

contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time

– bereft of touch –

pass me by, imprisoned.

But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart

– reflection –

while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.

I wait (believing)

baited and entombed,

for the next civilisation
to unbury me

and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 August, 2011

WRITER STIMULUS

 

Your perfect lips
speak volumes,

an outline of their own

creating a story
of a thousand possibilities
straight from the mouth
of the beast,
the hidden tongue
of the devil,
and the mind
(digesting this author)

– the mind –

of
a
GOD

Your eternally paged fiction
stands alone,
(unseating its writer)
awaiting more images

– square jaw, naked mouth –

– bedroom lips –

to express the next chapter
of my printed vision
processed by a
hungry and
adulterous
need.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 25 August, 2011

LIQUID LOVE

 

Some of us
Melt like snow
On a warm morning

Others freeze

At the chance of love

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011

PRISON

 

Say no again
and you will build this love
with weakened walls
– a prison –
that stands only
to threaten my life
and topple my dreams
and crush my heart
and ignite a fire
that burns my goodness
into an eternal
rage for slow revenge

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011

RUSH

 

The school girls
with the messiest hair
are my daughters

The ones with the
fallen socks
and the untucked shirts

So concerned are they
with getting there
so they can come home later

That nothing but
Armageddon
can stop them in their tracks

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011

MISSING ME

A little birdy told me
that beneath your eyes
you house a nest
of promise
filled with eggs
of fortune
that contain your golden secrets;

but that they will never hatch
without the heat of a woman’s touch.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011

MY OWN

 

Belittle me
and like a singularity
I will become dense
and invisible
and drop from your space

I will gravitate
inside my own world
(my owned world)
– my mass, not yours –
and use my volume
to prove your theory
is full of holes

– black holes –

that only carry purpose
like a stain
that can’t be washed
from its own fabric

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 9 August, 2011

THOUGHT #383

There is no release like holding tightly on to memories.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 1 August, 2011