Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust!

Have you ever tasted ashes?

Ashes in your mouth!

Have you ever tasted dust?

Groveling in your own tears!

From the ashes she rose…

Each time like a Sphinx!

And each time they pulled her down…

And they promised her the magical land…

As the demons raped her soul each time!

And they promised her the golden bird…

As they left her alone to play with their Angels…

One more step and she would reach…

And on and on she walked…

And she never stopped walking!

‘I have no time’, he said,

As he turned to play with another

‘Let it go’, she told herself each time

And they promised her the throne of Queen…

As her dress wore ruins and her hair wore moth!

She walked on tired,

Tired of all their lies,

And she wondered why she even asked…

While all she was meant to be was…

Ashes to Ashes… Dust to Dust!

And so she sat there near the pond…

Away from all their promises…

Slowly growing tired to death…

Fading into her own Ashes and Dust!

And then there were none!

She strummed pausing chords on the guitar,

A cigarette dangling on her lips loosely,

The room lay dimly lit in silence,

Smoke bellowing above the old couch.

She poured herself another drink,

Counts of lost lovers gone in each sip,

Her fingers lightly touching the wounds again,

She looks to the glass ceiling on to the stars.

Brightly lit candles give her company,

She sits after a sold out night,

Looking dazzling in her indifference,

In an empty room of scotch and cigarettes.

Laughter of innumerable voices,

Now lost to the grieving room,

Soul sold off to the highest bidder,

An artist’s voice now on hire.

First went the music…

Then it was the lovers…

And then the dazzle…

And then there was None!

Shame

She stood by the corner between the light and haze,

Looking at the room fill in and empty out…

She looked at them together in her mind,

Falling like domino pieces in air.

Sipping her tea slowly,

She tugged harder at her skirt.

Her short legs exposed as she walked,

She pushed her socks down.

Moving her head to the numbing sound,

Sounds of laughter dancing to the music…

A hand pulling her by the waist,

She came face to face with him.

Dancing to the rhythm of our bodies,

His lips pushed against my skin hard,

He whispered in my ear lightly,

‘I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.’

I pushed him back against the wall,

Trapped in passion enveloping us,

Liberated in that numb moment,

We let go in the garden of temptation.

‘You can think of him tonight’

He whispered in my ears.

I looked at him knowingly,

Another night, another stranger.

Born in the their wrong time,

Born in the their wrong place,

Born in the their wrong form,

Born every moment.

Love of a moment for every moment…

Higher than lust of one eternal moment…

Love lost in the wild greed,

Greed of another moment.

Shame in the love for greed,

Higher than lust of the material,

Not lost in the their need to stop,

No Shame...