Menstruated Relevance

It’s birth was a self-proclaimed excitement of newness from the very start

But what ejects from the mouth surely comes from the heart

I don’t know if you know that I happen to know

That seeds planted in the moment will flourish and eventually grow

Into a thing expected, but certainly not hoped for

Sometimes, we pray for a disengaged cap-off

Or a magical hinge which closes the door

On negativity, complaints, and unrealistic hopes for

Ungracious favor –  amenities; those things realistically not in store

For you? Me? No!

When unable to take the heat, one must pack up and go

Inside of self to find and oust the true yet vicious culprit

The answer won’t be found inside a gurus spirit, nor a sanctimonious pulpit

The guru needs to breathe and the preacher has his own life

Which is also filled with possessiveness, the God complex, and strife

But as long as I know that I know what I do know

You too can learn this way to evade being tossed to and fro

Through the thick and profuse forest for that very tree

Which stands in your way, though you refuse to humbly look and see

Me

The one and only one who truly understands

The plight of a queen, the fight of a man

Through the blackness of our blood, sweat, and unceasing tears

Though none go with, we remain adhering for years

Coming out and going into the sweltering furnace of death’s hell fire

Toiling, blistering, and carrying the dead weight of an anvil’s desire

There is always an insidious calm before the impending storm

When she is weary, debased, and facing a hope forlorn

It is by pure faith that dreamed hopes will one day be one

Until then, this pillared woman’s work is now done

She patiently waits for that grand day of relief to finally arrive

When menstruated relevance cedes, lays down, and

For the time being

Dies

 

Aside

Poem #20 – Permanence

Dare I say that we are together and doing well

When the night before was unmitigated hell

How can this be now

I reached my boiling point then, but my head still aches

Yet, I am awakened by the feel of scratchy stubble on my face

In the softness of fury, forth and back we go

Constantly, unknowingly, aware, alert… to and fro

Night and day hate each other

I am entrapped by your arms’ embrace

Your lips find mine, we both steal a taste

Yes and no are best friends

Mingled, mangled, and drowning… optionally yours

Destructive storms make still waters behind closed doors

Your comfort kills my piece of mind

Insults and praise twist themselves and are intertwined

We speak the same language

Fire chars and burns your soul

The fire that heats my voice before traveling through the black hole

Wrath resides where pure bliss lives

You take, I take, we both give

We are selfish

Angry white steam evaporates up into the night air

With your gesture as hateful hands smooth back my hair

Stay away from me, but don’t leave

Disaster, peace, in oblivious glee we conceive

Our spirits are razed and raised

Rhythmically, tranquil raindrops fall…they are tears

Unmitigated hell is flooded out…washed away are all fears

We are transformed

Our desperate lifeline has become a promise etched in stone

The promise lives, dies, and is regrown

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