Thursday, August 6, 2015

i am



Published on Leaves of Ink 




© Susan Marie



I am
that which
cannot be caged,
tamed, tried,
understood, included,
deluded, or left.
Misunderstood.

I am the fairy-tailed children
asleep beneath blankets
on a cool summers eve,
books in palms,
eyes shut tight,
warding off monsters
in closets
underneath the bed.

The angelic presence
in dreams,
the dark rising depths,
present in the time
between night and day.

I am the bleeding hearts
of artists,
music flowing
like manes
of thoroughbreds.

Strings and violins,
concertos and preludes,
the rise and fall,
of notes,

the voice
of the oppressed,
painting alone,
writing alone,
speaking to the masses
standing in front
of sculptures
in galleries,
half-numb
from having their soul
placed on a public platter,
picked apart
and critiqued.

I am the constellations,
the stars,
the ancient raiment
of the majestic
velvet night,
coaxing solitude,
and creation,
rendering you
sleepless
with desire.


The great God
contemplating existence,
tossing magic
and medicine,
electrified
towards earth,
teaching lessons to the
mere human soul.

I am.
Woman.
Man.
Child.
Mother.
Father.
Brother.
Sister.
I am a lover,
loved,
loving.

I am the volcanic rumblings
of every tired soul,
and every smile
and tear.

I am an argument
and agreement.

The birds that birth
in your
crown chakra.
Their song
is mine.

All creatures,
earth, dirt, silt
gems, stones,
twigs, and trees.

Every root and crevice,
all footholds and paths,
the waving branches
pregnant with leaves.

The falling leaves.
Kamikaze.

Every rock and shell,
the waves and oceans,
all bodies of water,
feathers, flight,
the bees that buzz
around the new bud,
the hand that guides
a sprout from seed.

The secrets the wind
whispers.
The fierce embrace
of winter,
the warmth upon
your face,
heart, body, soul,
and the sweet cool
calming waters
of life.

I am death.
Wild.

I am woman.
Here.
Now.

I am every element.
All emotions,
every fable told
by firelight,

Every word written,
spoken, uttered,
screamed and sighed.

The true Goddess,
the wild soul.

I am that
which cannot
be kept,
nor set free.

I exist
without logic,
in rational conscious
thought,
in esoteric
holy nakedness.

I am the rich man
and beggar,
the king and the jester.

I am the grass,
all species,
and the sky.
Kaleidoscopes
of spectrums.

I am good
versus
evil,
versus
self,
versus
sentience.

I am a conundrum
unto myself,
a human shell
existing
as pure
ether.

I am heaven
and hell
I am the destroyer
and creator
simultaneous.







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