D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com Mon, 28 Feb 2011 06:18:00 -0800 THE CONSUMATION (OF TEMPTATION) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-consumation-of-temptation http://dgreaves.posterous.com/the-consumation-of-temptation

Adam

Zodiacal Light

faintly glowing triangular in the night sky

in the eastern horizon

a blood moon is rising

quite specific

as she and the sun begin an elliptic

dance

as I, in a trance

remain ignorant to temptation

while the space dust

cast an aurora of doubt over

our bond of trust

 

Five daily prayers

tribes with different appearances

walking in pairs

laughing and chatting amicably

as another day in Paradise begins

for this, our earthly community

forged in blessed unity

 

As we made love last night

your apple tasted slightly bitter

I detected minute traces of cyanide

I wonder why

yet I need not ask for you and I

were born without the ability to lie

so come

Living One (Eve) let's alllow another glorious day

to pass by

as we become consumed by our shared intimacy

born as we are totally free

of temptation and Original Sin

 

The Manipulation

a new sensation

caused by your innocent curiosity

of a man resting peacefully

under the Tree

of Everlasting Life

you introduced yourself as my wife

he smiled

and complimented your aloe scent

yet spoke with an accent

unfamiliar in this

the confluence

of the Tigris and Euphrates

the Supreme's urgent missive

of a fallen Angel orginating in Hades

I blissfully ignored

while being consumed by the contours

of your Sepia pores

 

Living One

what is wrong ?

these screams at night you attempt to stifle

why does your menstrual cycle

now contain the blood of my blood

tainted with your bodily juices released

no worries in the least

I will consult the Supreme

by the way

did you hear the idle gossip

speaking of a man beast

making appearances at midnight

in the Garden of the Baptismal Fire?

 

Why is lightning striking

igniting

virgin spruce

it's as if the Supreme has no use

for New Birth

The Father speaks of a curse

beseeching me to memorize Chapter and Verse

I admit, with Him I was rather terse

for simultaneously

you were calling me

and to you I am forever devoted

 

I must inquire

Living One, why this morning the desire

for me to eat of this one apple when so many

grow in the garden

a panther slinks by

begging my pardon

I notice his usually warm greeting

has become hardened

Maybe one of his brood is feeling under the weather

I will visit them tonight with herbs

to make them feel better

together

you and I

fall to our knees for Evening Prayer

I sneak a glance and wonder why

you are not looking to the skies

why

the vacant stare

 

Once more you implore me

to sample this unique delicacy

is not an apple an apple

much like the grapes of wrath

growing wild on the vines

you whisper

we are running short of time

such blasphemy

by the Father's decree

you and I will live in the throes of our intimacy

for eternity

 

You speak to me of a Man beast

a beautiful being from the East of

our Eden

give your comprehensive reasons

as I contemplate the specter

of being on par with the Supreme

for so long I admit

it has been an inconvenient dream

Living One

your are my religion

my conviction

so I will ignore the Father's teaching

that no man doeth more evil

than in the pursuit of earthly Divinity

yes, today I choose to ignore contemptuously

such a banal homily

 

I take a bite

of the apple

instantaneously

 my conscience grapples

with my naivety

I have horrible images before me

of the Father's Son coming

and being pursued by your new man friend

during the Nativity

what have you done to me!

Alas

It doesn't matter

now we have tasted the bitter cider

from this tempting cup

we need to cover up

our nakedness

one question Living One

this rendezvous with the Fallen One

this tryst

did you not attempt to resist?

 

The sky instantly darkens

rumors of war begin

within

the Rainbow Coalition

men now separating their kin

from the various races in the Garden

beginning a mass Exodus

from this, our Sacred dust

and the God we trust

yes Living One

I am angry you succumbed to the Wicked One's lust

but still we must

stand togehter as one

for I've heard

whispered

the Accuser was once the Father's favorite Angelic son

 

Come Living One

it seems we have been shunned

by our once loving Father

no further apologies I need from you

why bother

we must face our future without security

but know I WILL NOT leave your side

and will glady pay the tithe

of certain death

rathaer than be bereft

of your loving embrace

still

for my life and its inevitable completion

I will never forget the taste

of the first apple laced

with traces

of cyanide

come ,

let us find shelter and hide

for I AM-DAMNED and can no longer speak the language

of the panthers, lions, cheetahs and hyenas

in the Garden of Good and Evil

 

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Sat, 05 Feb 2011 06:19:00 -0800 MAHOGANY CHAISE(4 JUSTINA) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mahogany-chaise4-justina http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mahogany-chaise4-justina

Piano

Awakened by a chorus

from the whipporwills

in a dreamscape

I see you and I

walking through a lush meadow

in the andean hills

 

Bless my foolish heart

as it beats with anticipation

yet my reality reduced

to an amalgamation

of past love sensation

a secret visitation

upon the eve of our wedding vows

pausing to dab perspiration

from your lovely brow

 

I wake up and walk

into the kitchen cove

and set water to boil

on the antique stove

our love assailants

too numerous to defend

plucking from the cupboard

your favorite african blend

 

The aroma cascades

like a mountain stream

trickling into a reservoir

of my memories

macbethian tragedies

our camelot made of wood

burning ferociously

sparked by the careless embers

of my petty jealousies

 

How ironic that in the midst

of war we were so close

our love that once spoke so eloquently

now refuses to be verbose

I settle in my favorite chair

and peer across the room

the early morning gloaming casting

a shadow upon my gloom

from the loom 

of love we weaved our tapestry

and now scene three

of our tragedy

to be or not to be

I pour a cup of freshly brewed coffee

the dark hue reminding me

of loves evil face

a drop of sweet cream

a teaspoon of carribean sugar

sweeten to my taste

yet still tears saturate

my ebony face

as your robe rests  forlornly

upon your favorite mahagony chaise

 

Ignoring messages

received the previous night

only bowing to exhaustion

for sleep is a demon 

i valiantly fight

for when i close my eyes

I only think of you

and even now when sipping a cup

of your favorite african brew

 

I remember old school romance

from the tip of your fountain pen

I see you cuddled in your afghan

such blissful love vibes 

your body would send

yet 

like falling rain

from the gravier romance tome

the downpour of romance is falling

but you are not at home

 

Our fate in lockstep

with Phillip and Nicole

the characters in your book

remember when in the Andean Hills

we kissed in perfect syncopation

with a babbling brook

but alas

the earth shook

and dislodged our hearts 

once so secure

i close my eyes and imagine you

walking in the door

 

where loyalties lie

hearts know not

as time passes by

time ebbs and flows

the passion

the throes 

regret cannot quantify

oh how i wish 

we could have remained

isolated from the restless horde

you my queen of romance

i your knight holding aloft

my righteous sword

 

uncanny how fiction

starts to resemble our reality

twisting the script 

on a timeless bond of intimacy

two hearts befouled

by siren songs in the mist

faded images of moonlight escapades

and sublime romantic trysts

 

Can a screenplay

ever hope to convey

the depth of our sacred love

when the heavens opened

and our names written in the clouds above

the whipporwills

cease their melodic song

and fly away in haste

as your robe rests forlornly

upon your favorite mahogany chaise

 

 

 

I dedicate this piece to justina wheelock

my dear sister whose inspiration to my muse

cannot be measured

justina wheelock is the author

of the black romance novels

 

Like Falling Rain

Where Loyalties Lie

Twisting the Script

 

In addition my dear sister is a marvelous 

screenwriter and poetess

Lady Justina

from dgreaves the poet

to you with admiration

affection and absolute respect

chao

chao

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Fri, 28 Jan 2011 11:38:00 -0800 2 http://dgreaves.posterous.com/2 http://dgreaves.posterous.com/2

Two

2 have and have not

2 forgive and be forgot

2 pick passion fruit and see passion quickly rot

2 cast

upon love past a dubious lot

2 be the victim of loves devilish plot

2 love you

love you not

depending upon the petals of a forget me not

2 begin 

 

 

as lovers

2 end

as friends

2 intend

yet ignore what fools in love 

portend

2 pretend

not 2 bend

when

love cant defend

2 misspend

loves dividends

when a lover offends

2 drop 

on bloody knees

2 stop

 

loves intended destiny

2 be a needle stuck

on loves phonograph

2 be present yet unwilling

2 speak on loves behalf

2 be in distress

when love not addressed

expressly on loves runaway path

2 be cast 

adfrift on loves loney sea

without a life raft

2 be a dangling participant

in love paragraph

2 ration love when trapped

in a mindless shaft

2 have and have neglect

2 forgive and yet forget

2 save loves survivors

2 survive the shipwreck

and

think

we did it all

2

love

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