The Dame Releases All Her Pain

The Dame releases all her pain

Pounding on to him

As for her, still unfulfilled 

and frustrated

Abandoned-

Left on his doorstep

A care package for anyone ready to receive it

Still work ahead

The Dame releases all her pain

Prickly little things flooding her head 

with undesired thoughts

His,
all this is still ahead

Dame can't see

How is one to get better 

Without the want to get better

Self inflicting pain

Leaving earth, oh that thought-

Dame numbed for a while till

Then comes her Knight and shining armor

And lifting his sword

Cuts himself and bleeds all over Dame
Releasing all her wants and needs

and all the choices come flooding down on her

Now Dame is ready to recover strength

keeping her busy: licking the wounds of Knight

The Dame has purpose now.

A Question To My Lover (Nothing)

I am now a question to my lover

My lover knows nothing

If it is all

That’s all he knows

Does "nothing" mean he needs to know?

A thought, is thought but buried low

And so it’s hard for him to hear

I want to speak and yet I mute

I mute tonight, so he can’t hear…

what

Nothing’s said

I am now a question to my lover

Nothing is the word to birth a zero

And so nothing (white noise possibly)

Is all that’s uttered 

with lips so tight

A fighter, who am I

If my lover knows nothing

He waits to hear and so time passes

Yet I near to nothing, still

I lock my deed and beg him (hmm)

Practically unannounced, my words

Come tumbling and tumbling they land on zero

And nothing worded

I am now a question to myself

And what am I, what I desire to be had?

I am to say… without a word

Nothing.

Between This Madness

It is a feeling between confusion and anger where these tears lie

It is more like what, than why 

I am confronted with

What is

I am in here- in my body

Yet I am not sure why

Why do I ask why in my answers

Or is it my quest or my journey to be

To live inside these…

So I walk or crawl

Sit or stand

In the midst of this

So I ask and cry for a release

And want to be held ever so close

Guarded from my own anger and fears

Guarded from my own perpetration

Relaxing somewhere deep in my imagination

Ever so briefly…

Ever so

Between this madness

These questions.