Bitter-Sweet

How can a yin be a yang?
How?
How can a thing that ought to heal, hurt?
How can a thing that ought to help you walk,
and better still,
give you wings,
keep you in chains,
and make you weak?
How?
How can a thing that ought to give you life
take your breath?
How can a feeling
be the opposite of itself,
when unrequited?
A thing so sweet and tender,
like a newborn baby,
but strong enough
to put you in a chokehold
when you least expect it?

Love, delicate and dangerous.

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Test Your Love on Yourself First

Portrait of a Girl by Akinola Lasekan

Painted by A. Lasekan

Test your love on yourself first
before you offer it to someone else.
How can your body and soul
completely give out something that
they don’t even really have?

Are you saving all your love for someone,
for someone else,
that is not you,
without saving some of your love,
not even some,
for yourself?

Life is a Mystery

Who’s going to kill Death
so that everyone’s Life may live?

If you kill Death,
it wouldn’t die because
there would be no death,
isn’t it?

Do we even want to live here forever-
to be stuck on earth?

Well, we certainly don’t
want to be dead forever-
to be stuck in death,
do we?

We die so that we may live again,
don’t we?

What is Love? III: A Cage

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“A Bird in a Cage” | Sebastian Gomez 

Dear Love,
why don’t you love me?
Why do you like to punish me?
You possess and drain my strength,
but you let the other go scot-free.
When I am in you
and when I am not,
when you are in me
and when you are not,
I am always lonely.

I’m Not a Bloody Playtime Pool

Drown

Painted by Brian Kirhagis

You wanted to be let in,
into the flow of my emotions,
into the depths of my feelings.
Why do you want to leave now?
Oh!
You have your life to live now?

I asked if you could swim
and you said “yes”,
you’d do anything to get in.

Is it too cold for you now?
Is my water too dirty for you,
too contaminated for your soul?
Do your lifeguards want you out now?

Were you looking to find fishes in me,
to feed them and keep them for your use?
Are you disappointed that there are none?
Do you wish that I was more salty?
Have you found a different water?

Why don’t you talk to me?
I don’t want you out of me;
your presence satisfies me.
I am so used to you;
I don’t know what to do.

You can’t just make me trust you
and then mess up.
Cum, tears, sweat, blood, pee;
how do I separate all of you from me?

You see, this is the kind of shit that…
*whew!*
…this is the kind of stuff
that gets motherfuckers drowned.
I’m not a bloody playtime pool.

I’m a sea.

-Yemoja 

Addictions

Why are you looking to the
devil to set you free?
It only tightens your chains;
is that fact so hard to see?
The devil comes in white,
the devil dresses in pink,
the devil desses in gold,
the devil desses in green.
The devil dresses in several colours;
don’t admire when you ought to flee.

It numbs your pain, and in its absence, it puts you in pain…

Beautifool II

Isn’t it a crying shame, darling,
that you worry so much about being beautiful,
so much so that you don’t know how good it is to be.
You don’t enjoy the beauty of being,
and you don’t know what beauty is,
or perhaps you do,
you see the beauty in other people clearly,
but go blind when you see yourself.

Do you just see beauty,
or do you feel it?
Do you hear it?
Do you know it?

Wild Thoughts

Have you ever made love without touching- without physical contact?

What is the Colour of Love?

 

Is the colour of love blue,
like the mysterious, ancient sky?
We know that the sky
never stays blue forever,
it does turn dark at some point. 

Is the colour of love white,
like the beautiful, powdery snow?
The boy and girl roll around in it first,
and before they become man and woman,
it bites their fingers or they slip to death.

Is the colour of love red,
like the blood running in our veins,
like the gorgeous roses that we love?
Roses rot and blood gets contaminated,
they’re not immune to decay and death.

What is the colour of love?

Isn’t it the colour of water?

Water is gentle;
water is fierce.
Water brings laughter,
and also, tears.

Water is life
but water is death.
Water is knife
but water is breath.

Water frightens you
but it calms your fears.
It has kept the earth alive
for many years.

If you need water,
you most likely need love.
If you can’t abstain from water,
you probably can’t abstain from love.

I’m Not Your Little Negro Girl

He wants to be my knight.
I have noticed his random displays of might.
He gazes at me seductively whenever I’m in sight,
but all I can predict is a sorry plight.
How can you be the one that I’d keep warm at night
if you don’t think everyone should be treated right?