Shots Fired: Eros Strikes Back

Artwork by Clarina Gonzalez

Floundering & flailing
beneath so many failings
How could I have been so blind?
If Justice be sightless
and Eros be an archer
betwixt them
I am


*NOTE: Super technically speaking Cupid is the god who shoots arrows with his tiny bow. Eros is also a god of love but so far as I remember he was not packing.

Songs to Sing of the Night and the Rain

barely there
wispy murmurs upon the air
soul sounds softly cooing like doves
too low to seduce the ear
attracting little attention

yet requiring awareness
and deep intuition

though it is knowledge that cannot be obtained
outside of the whirlwind
for those trapped in the funnel cloud chaos
alone, frightened, riding the eye to its destiny
within the storm’s relentless violence
there is in this experience
clarity now– made plain–
numerous mysteries
conspicuous in that time, in that place, in that state
when the mind bends low, kneels to fate

an unfamiliar encounter
evidence leaves its mark
like a cattle brand
upon the insubstantial
the intangible
it is one’s spirit that whispers
its joy and its pain
pleads with you to acknowledge
to listen
to sing the song of the night
and the rain

Mind Prism

snowy white starry bright
is the vast canvas inside my mind
constructed in mine own image and sensibility of right
blanket of glory
unsubtle white light
which eclipses all shades by my perception and my might
like a marble statue with smooth blind eyes
whatever I command stays hidden from sight
monochromatic oneness is all that I dream
a color with force
light like a beam
which is not to say: mote
nor to say: trance or hallucinogenic imagining
I choose not to illuminate shades that I would not see
within this prism of whiteness
is a prison of what seems
too destructive
too instructive
to erase all this fantasmagoria within my reverie
why should I shed light upon
I don’t wish to

la Neurotique

Your absence is my jail

this dis-ease
this separation 
traps me inside you
but the distance is real,
a secret my heart hides from my mind….
…without you I am neurotique 
a body aching from enforced freedom, 
desiring the chains locking  me to you to unite us 
together for all time

For Mommy: A Prayer

The Universe ~ God’s body ~ is pregnant with love
that is stronger than pain
than hunger
than nihilistic darkness and absence of  hope
His Love escapes Time, prances and capers across the conscious Universe
dusting us, His creations and image, with the power of light
the powdery stuff of stardust to blanket us
and protect from sorrows in dark of night
Within His luxuriant embrace we are sheltered from hollow despair

Surrender and abundance are the ecstatic destiny awaiting us all
transformed through each lifetime
if you would but travel his roads
for you should discover the finale to toil and sweat soaked years
and the infinite shall enfold you to bring you home again
to grace and mercy beyond the veil of tears.

The Nutcracker Sweet: The Lady Baller’s Anthem

He desired proof what truly was up
That you, indeed, were the one rocking biggest nuts
Now this is how you play a fool who don’t believe
that fat meat is greasy
Fuck his mind first, good & deep
Drop to your knees & suck like it’s nectar sweet
Don’t even let him come til he 
calls out and pleads your name
“I love you Mama Goddess! Please! I repent! Forgive me for tryna run game!”
Then spank his ass quite harshly and send him on his way

Make that fool remember:    
      that you balled him for (your) pleasure
      you balled him for (his) pain                                    

 that you balled him for power
 and you balled him for play
You balled him up & down all night long
     on & on for days
Quite frankly he will always recall
A Great Lesson and Mighty Moral:
Woman is Creator 
Earth Mother
She is the Queen in charge and always, everyday
She is the one rocking the hardest balls
with the power and sense and aesthetic principle
to keep them hanging neatly inside pelvic walls.

The Survivor’s Tale

Survival has no mercy
it only cares for itself
it destroys every barrier with a wrath
it demolishes emotion
and upon such weakling nonsense
casts a pall, eliminates softness
takes the hard road for its path
Survival has one single motive and only loyalty to itself
and its power is selfishly devoted
and after serving for its sake
often one finds  oneself alone
when the greatest need and desire of every survivor
is just to find and hold her own home

Pray for the Survivor
Pray for her Cause
Pray that she finds her way
and that her survival superpower soon and soon decays
for peace comes only to the one who knows
how to relinquish control

to she who can lay down the sword 
to at last end the war

The battle waged for survival
is that for her very soul
which brutalizes every survivor
for, if too long and fearsomely engaged
she dies – loses more than life – never tasting
peace comfort or rest
found at the labyrinth’s end

Yet when the brutality of Winter is passed away
Spring greets the Warrior with the key to her peace:
the blessing of the precious gift of Grace
the Survivor is freed from her battle of subsistence
liberated she has endured and outlasted
now safe in the Promised Land
far from Survival’s bare life in death,
no more to suffer that twisted & wicked maze

~The Survivor’s Tale~