Poetic Love's Poetry Corner Love Poem, Mula by BriBri

Mula
I cannot write this honestly
Since I am forever inconclusive
As to the true finale
Of this
The true and lamentable tale of Princess Mula.
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“song on©e”
Sweet Mula!
Rolling, tossed about a dirty, sheetless mattress
On the bone cold cement of a basement
Correctly placed in a small Long Island suburb
How I've heard of beauty wide, and beauty great
But no beauty this boys known can hence compare
To the uncontrollable, violent urge in my soul
To possess you…
I do not know you, but I'll call you Juliet
I'll call you anything to earn a grin
Just once, stranger… smile for me…
Remind me why I'm alive…
Remind me why I'm not buried beneath a half flown flag
That pays homage to itself
I'll hang myself to have a piece
But I'd live to have the whole

“song toO”

to touch, to grace, to play…
how little fingers know of their own significance
when they roll and slide on the belly of a princess
just another notch
another catch…
Another head up on my misogyny’s mantelpiece
I slew you clueless, dumb, as young as you are…
And hung you up with a thinker’s brow
Lioness eyes, sharp, sculpted lips
As sipping cubs go to grizzly bears
Within the fat of one single bullet shot into the sky
A shot heard round the world
If you will…
And you did

“song tHree”

in expanse, thoughts combine to form in resemblant schemes
rivalling those previously held pedestal high
and perched beneath holly branch and cherry blossom blooms
is your eyes…
staring out with dirty intent..
you may not have proposed to hold me
up here by my overall jeans and baseball capped head
barefoot…dangling free…laughing
you may have simply wished to dip in and out
a toe-full of warm water for a cold, cold heart…
but those dirty, sinful eyes, have twisted a simple heart
until I find that I care for you
and I really don’t care if I do
really don’t care if you do
my own man…always has
always will…
got to be that way
got to be this way
got to be my way…soon

“song for”
so in honest response
in well seeming rapore
I see myself in the sinner’s eyes.
I then, in turn, or at least with my hands, duly tied.
To offer up a heavy gift
All I am
Pushing it on you, in you
Stuffing inside
To lay eggs and days ahead
Making you believe
Isn't as easy as I thought it would be
But I'll do it all for you
As I have
Not so much, not quite yet
But its coming.
Coming up from my belly
Coming out from my lips
The words are all for you
They’re gifts made in honest response
In well seeming rapore
“Grip it to the lonesome end…”

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It was almost as if the thing was won
Almost as if the thing was free
You thought green and I as well
We felt it in the eyes of would-be lovers
The irrepressible will to control
Confide
To lie asleep, INSIDE
On the brink of a refuge syrup sweet
You stole the rug beneath tired feet
The end has come
My wishes crumble into old dreams of liberty
Ashes of remembrance swept with compunction’s broom
Or at least that is what one could logically assume

6
In question, minds stagger into a lonely dance
Brains swirl, churn and tumble-sault
Roll themselves into a game of perfect chance
And lock answers in a regretful vault
I saw something bright in the sky once
It left going right and returned to my left
Now, some time gone, it appears
As bright and fierce as anything ever was
It collides with my mouth
The white-hot lips of god
Burn a hole in my discretion
The first hint of sequence
Is a revelation of highest form
Epiphany and reflection this high come by demand
And all the while this is something I hardly understand

7
Around and around
A dagger carves a heart in my back
Around and around
A dagger carves a heart
Around and around
Again and again
A dagger carves a heart
Etch a message for the future
Etch a notion for the smiling ones
Around and around
The dagger carves a heart
Inscribe my name on the old oak tree
Forget me not
Forget this not
As the dagger carves a heart

8
Deep blue August draw me near
My head is bowed
My shame, a monolith to old freedom
Old dreams of a laughing moon
My body grows weak
Ribs sag and heave
In the melancholy of quiet desperation
Veins swell with blood
Sore temples throb with the pressure
Old fingers curl into a clench
And my fist’s skin is pulled taut
So tight against these skeleton tools
A splintered soul drifts
Awash in this mystery
What will come of this tragedy?
What will come of her and me?

9
Promises, promises, promises
We murmur our sweetest sweets only to ourselves
The razorblade sucking drop that fools the king
And tips the crown…
Im the iron one
Steel one, tough one, happy one
I hold the key in a timid palm
So loud in an empty room
So loud in this room
I don’t need the walls
Don’t want the door
I won't have your…
Love, as I want it
Time, as I kept it
Truth, as I spoke it
Heart as I broke it…
And here I am all I've ever been
I'm the sum of all this subtraction
All I've ever been
Don’t want it
Till I fool the king
And tip the crown
Once again I could
Back the way I should
Unless of course, you would…

10
in a lightless room
sealed in the black box
tasteless, cool, sanitary air
sight dissolves
for lack of a breathing care
one hand in the midst of all this chaos
the stimulation of static fear
rips the arm from the side
the hand to the sky
five fingers spreading
five different ways
and in my bemused desolation
I am at the will of the light
To creep within the box
Find me in its last shadow
Lift me up
Take me out
One finger, two fingers found the light
Three fingers four fingers stumble dumb
And now the anonymous glow has found my thumb
One hand thought he had it
One hand thought he was done
One hand had yet begun to run

11
Enter the day
Light breaks overhead
And a million sparrows sing
As one boy leaves his bed
It's back as it should have been
Never was
And is about to be
So this is how love goes
Tired of the game?
Patience drew me out on a paper plate
And a belief that you'd one day blink
And a lions eyes will pay me for the wait
That’s why it is…
Because this delay
Has begun to pay
All this time my dear..
All the work, sweat, blood
Tears…all the tears
Have settled in the belly wide
Have left one boy satisfied
The pain is gone
The pain is gone forever
Can I stop to thank you
To thank stars that had no part
Thank life for life
As I, on wingtips white soar on a light cloud
That I may have earlier tried to avoid
To find the reason the sparrows scream aloud
Or to barrel into an unrepentant void

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