Ghazal of Gold

Ghazal of Gold

 

Red silks that wrap and hold; details inlaid with gold.

Bangles bright with bells held tight; jingles set in gold.

 

Her movement is a feat; it’s something to behold.

That royal beat; in transmuting stone to gold.

 

Her arms display a grace, from that the tales are told.

Movement right with steady pace; hands adorned in gold.

 

Her eyes are alchemy, tinctures that don’t withhold.

They connect with me, whilst coating my heart in gold.

 

Her hair’s black as despair; but nothing just as old.

Dark shades soaring through the air, spreading musk of gold.

 

Her voice leaves one in awe; it isn’t something sold.

As it moves us all, it’s pure honey mixed with gold.

 

A dance that is behest; encountered by Saleem.

From it we see the best; that is a dance of gold.

Victim Stew

Haven’t been writing as of late; so here is something I did a few months ago.

Victim Stew

Victim culture as it stands is part and parcel of

The lands. Expect integrity; though take offense for

Sure when public true; you never know what benefits

That victim status brings to you. Keep in mind; it’s said

The loudest voice will always win; so be sure to scream

To heart’s content. And with this advice you should begin.

Oppressed and Shamed, the titles that you seek. In seeking

Them you knell the Meek and stoke the Flamed. A titled earned,

By you it’s claimed, wear your badge with honor bound. In this

There is something profound. A warning though; so listen

Close. In striving through to status gained you may upset

The ill profaned. Abandon reason for it will halt

Your progress to that sacred vault. Filled with riches true,

Status found; victim stew. Something made; it’s just for you.

Poem Time

Not with eyes of hope.

Nor with tears of joy.

Not with a heart of gold.

Just embracing cold.

 

An edge with high contrast.

Cradled like a newborn life.

The warmth inside; it feels.

As it moves to end a life.

 

A dream, that’s true.

What could have been.

It was not; I know not why.

All’s I know; I did not die.