TANG OF GRIEF!!!

AND so it begins...

The search for a path whereby I can elude this tainted river of love,

A benighted landscape of destitute longing,

The decrepit bones of lust cracked within the iron hand of indifference,

to let leak the noisome stench of decayed marrow

   -gangrene of the spirit which has imprisoned me in the blighted land of my dreams-

I seek to escape from this sorrowing river of grief which flows like a tribulation of blood,

Baptizing my soul in a voiceless cry of misery; a lamentation of the soul,

With the cloying taste of despair…

Bitter is the touch of self-condemnation,

To be tossed within the suffering torment of hell,

Scoured by the fiery whip of a dark caliginous desire,

Throbbing and seething to the arrhythmic beat of an unhealthy yet insatiable passion,

Acrid; virulent as forest rue marinated within the stagnant waters of decayed bracken,

A foetid taste of noxious perversion pooling upon the tongue of my devotion,

Slippery with the reek of degradation it twists and slides,

Falling into the throat of my hunger,

Only to rise again upon the swollen member of my arousal,

like a bilious cloud of smoke boiling into the night sky,

A black haze which grips my chest with jagged claws of emptiness and desolation,

Cutting my breath into ragged gasps of pain,

Leaving my head dizzy with want,

With the feral taste of longing calving a torture pit of agony,

to trickle like hot oil into my soul,

Burning a remorseless path of destruction to consume my heart

… in a raging storm of fire

... a raging fire of despair!

How then to escape from this abattoir of madness,

Escape from the eldritch grip of this abusive malaise,

A spall of darkness rising on a keening note of loss,

to cast the dawn into a painted reflection of the night;

raven wings unfolding from the heart of the soul,

A dance of shadows…

A fount of tears-

Bitter the taste flowing through me in a scouring torrent of abnegation…

Beggaring my heart and becoming a thief of my thoughts,

A thief of my laughter,

A thief of joy,

Of pleasure, subsumed by tortured faith leading to the ashes of despair,

Slipping over the soul like a fell mist of forlornness,

to soak the heart in the liquid essence of desolation,

A spiralling black hole slicked with the effulgia of a stark silence so deep,

It breaks the heart,

Leaves it empty, home to the hauntings of anguish and fears,

Home to the ghost of feelings now stone dead yet resonating within the soul,

Gravitating as shadowed lines etched deep upon the forehead,

As dark circles laid under bruised and wearied -dull- eyes,

The grimace of lips turned down in misery,

A debilitating tension running through the body,

leaving one drained and perpetually weak,

Exhausted in spirit as in the soul,

Essence of despair a brackish taste upon the air,

A sour musk of cloying odours,

The bitter bile of pungent offal,

The heart twisted by an exquisite suffering from which there is no escape….

Sensations…

Tumultuous…

Emotions searing the soul like a braided whip of fire,

An agonizing conflagration of pain erupting from the heart,

Mouth opened wide upon a scream, but met with a dark wall of silence,

Weeping tears long gone but for the bitterness of grief,

The torment of pain; an ineffable revelation,

A swirling tidal flow which batters at the shadowed corners of the eyes,

Staggered by the screaming breath of livid darkness,

A living obfuscation awakening at the tragic loss of love,

The bruised suffering of a heart savaged by a brace of flaming arrows,

Burning a path of dissolution within my soul,

Heart unravelling in an endless spasm of fear,

A raging bonfire of dark despair, continually feeding upon -devouring- itself…

Harrowed to the depths of my soul,

Heart a beat of sorrow weeping within my breast,

Eyes shadowed by loss,

Spirit a coil of darkness unravelling in the night...

How does one measure loss except by absences,

The absence of your warmth by my side where now I feel the cold touch of misery,

The bright laughter of your eyes; jewels glimmering within my heart,

The absence of your touch, travelling my body with soft kisses of delight,

The sun of my world; your absence is like the sucking pull of a black hole,

leaving nothing but wrack and ruin within my heart,

No wind playfully caressing your hair as we lay in each other’s embrace,

No voice to colour the air with the rich seductive tones of your laughter,

No birdsong to greet the rising of the dawn,

Nothing to be seen,

Nothing to be felt,

Only the fading breath of your perfume like a song,

Descant; spiralling down, eliciting painful memories of what was,

But now is no more...

How does one measure loss except by absences,

An absence that leaves only silence,

A silence so deep; so vapid,

It is like an unvoiced cry of darkness punctuating the night,

A howl of pure madness driven by a soul broken on the anvil of your heart,

The blossoming of a black rose,

Petals a spiral of hunger sucking in even the faintest touch of light…

Absence…

A profound indulgence of yearnings standing at the apex between darkness and light,

A mosaic of emptiness; vessel of vacuity,

Primal…

The echoing ache of hunger tightening the chest,

Lambent spark of eviscerating flame flaring into a searing fire of pain,

The fading cry of loss born on the wind,

A dance of shadow… illuminating sheen of darkness,

Falling like a moonlit kiss of glistening tears,

A cascading waterfall of grief running down my cheeks,

Like an embrace never given,

A chance stillborn in sorrow,

A path never taken,

Is a soul burdened by doubts,

A troubled heart slipping floating by on an uncaring river of indifference,

Untouched but for the self –flagellant whip of guilt,

The scarred bones of a love never embraced

laying buried deep in the decrepit graveyard of the heart,

No gentle warmth; soft wind of a caress to stir the stagnant air of the soul,

No awakening; blossoming glow of colours to brighten the foetid growth of the spirit,

Only a deadened dawn,

Leached -washed- of all light…

Absences which wounds the soul with a tyranny of darkness,

A dismal breath of pain; gloaming sigh threaded on the dark winds of apathy,

Heart heavy with sorrows; misery sinking into the aphotic horrors of the abyss,

Fear-stricken…

Left destitute by loss…

Unshriven; love left to fester in a nightmare dreamscape of dissolution, oblivion

Dwindling away until nothing is left but memories,

Memories…

The lithe grace, as you walk like an unfolding dream into my heart,

An angel embracing me in fiery wings of light…

Memories…

Your exotic beauty caressing me with libidinous fingers of delicious pleasure,

Energizing my flesh with the exquisite rapture of your touch…

Memories…

The delicate flower of our love,

beautiful petals glistening brightly under the light of our desires…

Dead…

Gone now, and

all but forgotten,

All that remains is this shaft of darkness sunk deep into my soul,

A stagnant well of pain lacerating my heart with the acidic tang of grief,

Under the excruciating weight of this… my sorrows,

I sink into this waking death,

Eyes closed to this unbearable loss,

Heart a burnt husk -lifeless- within my breast!!!

Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton

07/29/2012

DUET OF THE HEART ~Her Touch~

I feel the ghost of a touch ~her touch~

A soft imperceptible caress flowering across my soul,

Raising the chill tingle of goose bumps upon my flesh…

It’s a primal touch, savage and raw,

The gentle stroke of her regard,

Intent; setting every nerve within my body on fire,

A blazing torrent of energy,

Yet, gossamer as the strung tears of clouds…

~Her touch~ is as a quiet whisper of reckoning,

The wind echoing to the murmuring cadence of my name,

Words like a noose to bind; bind one closely,

A silent song of seduction sent on the breath of a kiss to snare the soul…

It’s a dance of celestial beauty which takes the breath away,

Draining the body of speech…

Strength…

Draining the body of movement, of thought,

It’s a dance of possibilities that pulses to the wild and soaring beat of the heart,

Rhythms twisted by the patterns of desire laid like a sacrifice unto the fabric of the night,

The moon…

A wandering light of passion trailing shadows in her wake,

Quiet stillness stirring the silence of the heart,

Birthing an exhalation of euphoria,

A rippling dance of pleasure weaving its way through the molecules of the spirit,

Pheromones lacing the air with the sweet allure of enchantment,

Scent heavy enough to dew, like pearl droplets of moonlight upon the skin,

It glitters in the depths of the night like a frozen breath hanging in the air,

Slowly dissipating on the warm sultry sigh of the wind…

And as if this is a sign… Intent becomes action

Memories like a dark stain of light spreading through the mind,

An invocation of the heart flowering at the…

…slightest of movements shaping a surging pulse of expanding ripples…

Majestic presence; poignant beauty smoothed into a beckoning smile,

A measured beat,

Sinuous beat braiding itself into the magic of the night,

Surrendering to the rapture… to the sensuous heat of a touch ~her caress~

A gliding step, soft as the touch of starlight upon the flesh,

Felt more than seen…

a reverberation of chorusing notes which lifts the arms in a sweeping gesture of grace,

The lingering trace of perfume drifting like a spell upon the fraught air,

Like the wings of a bird cupping the wind in flight,

A whirling synergy of motion

-step, bow, turn-

a rich flourish of extravagance,

Eloquent as the silent passage of the moon across the darkened vault of the night,

The luscious smoulder of penetrating eyes,

Breathless beauty picked out in the silvery light,

The exquisite taste of full curved lips,

Enthralling…

A voice of allure reaching forth to embrace the soul,

The smooth caress of fingers massaging a heady touch of languid heat deep into the flesh,

While echoing flames of argent fire immolate the heart in ecstatic beautitude ,

Tongue tracing a song of seduction from lips swollen with the heat of arousal,

A cry of love… affection… pulchritude,

Crystal notes like belling chimes heralding the powerful efflorescence of the heart,

A rage of predilection… of yearnings coursing through the veins,

Silken; each uttered note, a fine-tuned serenade melting the heart with the vibrant song of her soul,

The satiny whisper of flesh -the spirit-

caught within the throes -dance- of passion,

The cadent cry,

Mellifluous voice crying out in saccharine pleasure,

A cry of longing… of hope… of intent,

A dance of possibilities,

A storm of shadows riding the brightening luminescence of the sultry night,

A flowering rose opening petals -soft as a kiss-

of song to move the body in an emotionally expressive dance of …

Love…

A gossamer bridge of shadows and light…

A silken web of tenderness, and care…

A dichotomy of appetent craving, and divine passions…

Buttressed arches as insubstantial as air,

Rising like a triumph to the pierce the very essence of my heart…

Arrested by visions which lay like a blessing upon the soul,

Haunted by eyes which shines with glowing intent,

Piercing gaze tattooing the heart with the intensity of her regard,

Haunted by the dusky kiss of her beauty,

The velvet stroke of her voice,

A deep kiss of pleasure travelling up and down my spine,

An uttered incantation that rise up,

Like a promise held within the suspiration of a breath,

Singing a song of need… A rich descant of harmonious notes,

The unearthly grace of a tri-part beat,

Shivering the air in a hauntingly beautiful medley of adulation…

Enchantment…

Joy…

This single moment of clarity swelling with the breath of intent,

It sings to me,

A sweet melody of wonder telling of the beauty of her heart,

Her voice holding a richness of inflection,

A lilting half whisper full of silken sensuality;

a delicious caress of unbidden desire, as

Together we form a duet,

Lifted up upon the bright tones of exquisite harmony,

The rhythm of our joining a dance of unsurpassed beauty,

Embracing with the blossoming warmth of love,

Allowing each note to live a life of its own,

Baptized within the waters of her regards,

The full breast of the gleaming moon; 

The divine manifestation of a voluptuous beauty,

Reflected in the tranquil pool of darkness,

 Which, plumbs the measure of my heart,

A sinuous play of opulence,

A luscious light animating the shadows of the spirit,

Scattered sparks of the stars-light flitting like fireflies around my soul...

And there comes a presence,

Invoked upon the moonlight like the flowering caress of a wish,

a whispering breath of silence,

Subtle as the touch of the wind upon the sultry air of the night,

A presence which fans the flames of my desire;

kisses with a heated hunger the yearning lips of my soul,

It arouses the spirit of my heart,

Filling its echoing chambers of with the spirit of her soul,

The mingled essence of love and desire,

The embrace of a passion which transforms and uplifts the spirit,

Giving purpose to a soul forever adrift,

Lost within the dark,

Her presence is a resounding boom of thunder belling through me;

mind and body… heart and soul,

My body,

The solemn vessel of the flesh upon which is cast the mantle of her aspiration,

A robe of soft sensuousness clothing me in the silken caress of her eloquent grace,

 I can feel the blessing of her touch working its way through my soul,

Awakening me from the shadows which ply my heart,

Into the anointing presence; the radiance of her light,

It is a moment that stands stark,

A rainbow of luminescence bridging the yawning abyss of time,

The miracle of her touch like the caressing wonder of an angel's embrace,

Stirring the waters of my tranquility,

A duet of the heart,

Blessing me with the power of  ~her touch~ her love!!!

Richard ‘Poetikz’Burton

07/17/2012

THE PRICE OF LOVE

Within pain, one may find a cleansing,

Within darkness the possibility exist for light,

Within the soul rest a doorway to a passion,

which marvels the heart with the inevitability of true love,

Yet within that love, smoulders the fire of heart-breaking pain…

For what does light teach, but of the dark?

Compassion but a way stone marker of despair?

Fire -the devourer- just the means of destruction?

And love, like a harlot heavy with the pangs of burgeoning hate…

Where does a dove find shelter from a storm?

Who has never known the horrific pain of heartbreak?

Screamed out in frustration to the heavens above?

Who has never felt the poignant aching of the soul?

Shadowing the eyes with the dark press of excruciating torment,

the weeping bite of tears leaving tracks of misery upon ones face

This then, is my story…

Of a failing heart of rose, smothered by the bitter tang of sulphurous ashes,

Purged in a turbulent storm of rack and ruin,

The light of my soul a fitful flicker away from dissolution,

Each breath -lungful of air-

Each exhalation, a diseased cry of moribund pain,

As the fickle strands of destiny draws tighter and tighter about my shattered heart…

Can you hear my gruesome moan of horror?

Can you hear my desperate cry of despair,

as the brutalized house of my spirit is raped

by the voracious hunger of terror,

tearing hungrily upon the body

upon the vessel,

upon the memory, of my love?

Inexorably it saps the will,

Drains the strength form limbs grown weak with debauched lassitude,

As vulnerable as a child,

Innocence -diminished, deteriorated, dying-

Burned away to be replaced by a rage of darkness,

A seething cauldron of deepest night,

Of chaos voicing icy shrieks of bitterness and rage,

An animal surge of desperation,

Breaking like a tidal wave of loathing upon my cancerously beating breast…

This is a story, not so much in deeds done,

But of emotions felt…

Of loss-

The irretrievable dispossession of the soul-

Heartache-

Sorrow-

Pain-

It surges into that quiet moment between heartbeats,

The infinitesimal pause between breaths,

A malignant thread of concentrated suffering,

 unfurling like the black wings of death,

 within the festering morass of my soul,

It’s a choked song of damnation…

Of anguish…

A dirge to the dying -emotions lost-

A lamentation voiced into the twilit caress of the night,

Heavy with the thick taste of oppression;

A self-inflicted curse,

Like a putrefying wound,

Bloated flesh,

Wracking the body with a fever of inconsolable grief,

Insidious…

A tantalizing breath of air wreathed in the perfumed musk of helpless anger,

The abject dispersal of hope; dwindling…

… receding further, ever further,

From hands stretched forth in yearning supplication,

While fingers of darkness rise,

Clutching with skeletal fingers of dread…

Of turpitude blanketing the soul in a hopeless miasma of debilitating sickness,

The minute flex of depression,

Cutting flickering gasps of pain into the field of desolation which is the heart,

Relentlessly it drags floundering thoughts into a quagmire of livid misery,

Utterly consumed by a barrage of hurt…

Of torment like a whip flaying all emotions from the heart,

Consumed by the lacerating caress of rejection,

My awareness grows dull;  quiescent,

As if all the air is being squeezed from my lungs,

All life…

All joy…

Arrested from my heart,

Leaving it unrecognizable,

Rendered like lumps of diseased offal,

The soul, a cess-pit of bile and vitriol,

A decay of all compassion as the spirit is cleansed upon the barbed coil of abhorrence…

Hear me then, yes listen…

For the price of love is nothing but… heartache,

This then is the weight of the cross I bear,

That within the light, I can only behold darkness,

Within the heart , the echo of nothingness cries

Can you hear it?

The susurrus voice of ghostly memories,

Capering in a fit of dementia induced joy,

through the cracked and bruised landscape of my mind,

It resonates within the blasted chasm of my heart,

A penetrating rape against the consciousness,

ripping the fabric of my emotions to shreds,

the rampant thrust of destruction unleashed by the cruelty of an indifferent heart,

Dimming my eyes to the radiance of the divine,

Ghostly revenants intent on flaying the last vestiges of love from my heart,

Overwhelming the soul with a fog of terror,

Contorted by the resonant shiver of abject impassiveness,

Pleasure an emotion devoid of meaning,

Love a cloud of ashes choking the night;

A sheen if shadows mirrored within the pitiless void of the mind’s eye,

A withering glare of pure loathing, condensed into a gaze of excruciating agony,

Leaving the soul scoured raw,

Whimpering in the throes of mindless hysteria,

A contorted dance of madness within the blasted and desolate field of the heart!!!

Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton

07/04/2012