Moon

And I saw with clear eyes, the grace of the moon
deep in its own element
her grace, and if otherwise, life
moved on the surface and lived
and only those who were awake at night
knew of this

And I saw that mans life is spun like a thread
between irresistable forces
that of a breath, could destroy

For there is in the Earth, a reservoir of elemental force
just as there is a fountain of life beyond the far stars
reaching up to her..the moon

But what do you do when a cloud passes over the moon?
And you are left in darkness...

El Poetisa.

#o2

The air of tranquility softly caressed our bodies
as we lay there, wrapped in the warmth of eachothers arms
in a place where vivid visuals were replaced with nothing but sentiments.
We exchanged words of the most mellifluous, gratifying kind,
and clearly engaged in the depth of the moment, that night.
The absence of pain and the presence of pleasure bought forth a bond
between you and I, we knew existed, but had forgotten about.
The beating of your heart played, into my soul, a harmonious track that seems to eternally be set on repeat,
because your voice resonates through my mind, day and night
followed by mellow tones of enchantment,
Memories faded, as we relaxed in the moment.
Nothing else existed, but you and I.
I couldn't possibly depict the dreamlike state I enter into when whispering
sweet nothings into your ear.
and when you do, I'm instantly transformed into a canvas,
and your words are the brush.
Each fragment of that night is perfectly embedded in my mind
each movement precisely plays in my mind
The way your head rest on my my chest, sent quivers down my spine
and at moments, I still find it hard to believe,
that you're mine.

El Poetisa.

His fragile mind was entwined in turmoil, thus, resulting in a migraine. His emotions weren't in the best of condition. He always wished his life would be as that of a utopia, but will it ever be granted? He can only question the unfamiliar emotions roaming about in his heart as he goes about his everyday life. Patience was the key to all answers he'd believe, but he's been waiting for some time now and the patience has run out. He dropped to his bare knees as he burried his face behind cold hands and wondered if anyone will ever feel his sorrow. He always hoped there'd never be a tomorrow. Every night he'd lay between the sheets as he day-dreams of heaven; but all he sees before his terrified eyes is a raging fire waiting for his soul to escape his flesh. Will he hold on or let himself go as if he's a waste of space on this mother Earth?

Sensai Flo.

#19

I once sat on miserys couch, broken and soaked in hurt thinking a life lived should be a life worth remembering. And how sadness was such a powerful thing. My days were filled with shattered dreams and broken hope, the little hope I did carry, was empty, so all I had was the damaged piece of string that tied me to life, which I held onto day and night. Wondering if something worth waiting for, would be worth my acceptance. But nothing ever was. I remember holding my breath long enough to deprive my brain of oxygen forcing my mind to sink into the abyss of darkness. It was tough, living life expecting nothing but the worse, but never being prepared for it. Or growing up without a hand to hold, or without Love to depend on. Who deserves that?

I sometimes sat, and wandered off into a world of what if's. But without heavy hesitation, quickly snapped back to reality, because what I didn't or couldn't have, hurt. And pain is something that never dies. But I heard you get over it, somehow.

Have you ever had something so profound happen to you that it changes your life in an instant?....I have. June 19th. For some unknown reasons, after initiation of conversation, somewhere deep inside myself, I felt inclined towards you. I, or my soul, immediately became infatuated with your mind and words. Gradually, that infatuation gracfully converted to fondness, then to intense care, to passion, after resting at Love. But the Love grew, day and night and night and day..without reason, but I didn't need reason, at that moment, my heart convinced my otherwise pessimistic mind that, you were all I needed.

You are the most intensly sincere man ever known to me, hidden behind those masks of reluctance and unwillingness, which my eyes see past without trouble. But I don't mention this, because I understand you. My eyes understand you. More than you could ever believe. I found someone who mirrors me from the soul to the mind, someone who pushes his care aside for mine, someone who nourishes me and calms the trouble seas within me. A man who encourages me unknowingly, a man who taught me how to strive for what my heart desires, a man who instilled mental strength within me. I found someone who truly believes in me. I found a hero.

El Poetisa.

#22

Truth is, as time goes by, the depth of my love for you perplexes and pushes me to the point where I'm impelled to accept the bitter reality of not being able to profess what runs deep within the tracts of my soul.

It hurts, in a sweet way, to love you so dearly, but to be possessed with the inability to speak of it.

Urges have never pierced so deep. Urges that the proud, conceited part of me won't let die down because I feel obliged to share this elation with the world that cares and the world that doesn't. Urges that have me so desperately dream of sharing tender yet sincere words of romance, to arouse your senses and force your intimate intentions to run abysmal.

Your journey emerged into the path of mine, making it as one, stimulating new born promises and desires to create a life only seen in dreams. We both know, lack of inspiration and purpose can lead to a life of misery, we both know, misery loves company, and I know, how impossible life is, without you by my side.

El Poetisa.

This One's For You..

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This blog is dedicated to random ramblings and poetic prose which belong to my husband and I.

It is immensly strenuous for Poets to allow random eyes to read their work because there is lack of understanding and appreciation..however, we chose to share a piece of our soul with you in hopes of it relieving the urges of expression we carry within our selves, to the world that cares and the world that doesn't.

One Love,

El Poetisa.

Our writing is deep, emotional poetry, thus the name 'Abysmal'. We seldom title our pieces because it draws red lines as to how far we can take a topic. Writing is freedom.

Posts signed by El Poetisa are written by my wife and posts signed with Sensai Flo are written by me.

I hope our pieces leave you speechless.

Sensai Flo.