Love In Menace

Life itself can be a menace 

are you ready to welcome death?

Death can be a menace, 

if you have just learnt how to live. 

The path is not easy, 

the road is not clear, 

questions outnumber answers, 

we all learn too little to late 

to bathe in that which binds us.

You acknowledged my existence 

there - always there. 

You bought a gift of conflict to the already 

ravaging fire. 

Sparks ignited, 

flames promised to 

flare into catastrophe,

as each begged to latch on to 

my burning existence.

Drown me in your fire. 

No matter the commotion, 

your love sparks new life. 

Confusion rallies like 

an over run protest.

Your abundance of thought 

cascades like a river in 

the rainforest 

after a downpour

leaving me to question, 

the presence of vitality.

No matter the confusion, 

your love penetrates like a 

hit of heroin 

bought off the streets 

dirty enough my body recoils like 

a fish out of water

yet strong enough 

to comatose me - in you. 

Day to day can be easy

if you play by the rules.

But in that ease 

I cannot feel the love 

siphoning into my heart 

like whiskey to an unsuspecting liver. 

Organs drenched in whiskey, 

I learn to feel. 

Death too soon. 

Wretched incapacity for reversal. 

Death, like life, is a menace. 

Who gets the final words 

me, or death?

You are the energy 

Starting with a spark 

before adding kindling,

igniting fire to my life. 

 

Without your spark 

where would I be? 

You made me burn for 

this existence, 

taught me how to live without regret

to know without ever knowing 

to be - just because I can. 

Most of all, 

you dragged me away from the menace

- deliberately hanging around 

like an odour of dead flesh 

on a hot day in the Sahara.

You dragged me away 

drenched me in love. 

Stripping me bare, 

you cast no dispersions. 

‘It’s okay,’ you promised releasing me 

as I tried mightily to cling to all that was left - 

the essence of you.

Naked of me, floating alone in the universe, 

nothing left except self, confronting self.

A spark big enough to ignite new life. 

I bathed in that spark,

wrapping myself in the familiarity 

buoying myself along in what was always there.

Your relentless love.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Have you ever thought about climbing a significant peak? Something absurdly tall like Denali but not crazy treacherous like Everest or K2. That s**t's all about self confrontation. If I lived in Australia, I'd go to Antarctica and climb Mount McClintock. . . you can't get much more alone than that on this planet. And you're damn Kangaroo country has technically laid claim to that peak so... be a good Australian and climb that s**t (Antarctica is close enough to you). And take pictures, lots of pictures.

[KWP]

sounds like a plan - can I start training please at Macchu Picchu?

[Davidgeo]

That doesn't make sense.

[KWP]

haha - I know - but I will be there in six weeks - may as well call it a training mission for Antartica

[Davidgeo]

Be careful... I kinda like you. Don't die too soon. I hate it when that happens.

[KWP]

:D I have lived a full life :D X

[KCthelastboyscout]

Hard to interpret but I know great writing skills when I read it.you have a great command of words and descriptive writing.it was a challenge but worth reading

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The opening lines are a draw. The play on words flows like rapids into the brutal second line. The tenor is one again of empty sadness and regret for love lost that perhaps never really materialised as the internal (and external) conflict raged. Full of pathos!

[KWP]

Pathos? Really .... interesting ....

Thanks for that my friend X

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well one feels sympathy for the protagonist as she seems to be mistreated. Pathos: evoking a feeling of pity, or of sympathetic and kindly sorrow or compassion.

[KWP]

Yes I know what pathos means ... again, interesting your interpretation :D

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well I guess the protagonists vulnerability and her reliance on someone she loves but "I cannot feel the love siphoning into my heart". Despite the 'spark' given she is left naked, alone'?

[KWP]

You make good points ... the poem started out with a muse in mind (person) and in the end the muse became 'the everywhen' ... one and all and being totally connected to it without wanting or needing - just being :D

Thanks again for your insight X

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my...how i love this one...great thinking says i! from menace to lover to new spark of life ... we can take death to the bank can't we ;))) deep "penetrating" thought and musings ..i was captivated actually ..through the whole thing .. unique and creative my friend ..nice one
E.

[KWP]

Hey You! Oh so glad you like this one. It was a fun write - took me here then took me where I usually go - somewhere deep space - hope you are well X

[Einstein Noodle]

:) .............

[Chris]

"too little to late" - a second too?

I liked the taste of the start.

Why must you be defined in another's love? What of your own?

[KWP]

Hey Chris - yes your questions carry weight - this one started out in thinking with a muse and in the end the muse ended up being the everywhen :D Nice to see you - it's been a while X

[Chris]

It is good "listening" to your thoughts...

[sinNsincerity]

I will die. Best motivation ever.

[emmajoy]

Love for life, love for another human being.. the two sing in unison when all's well, when shared in both passion and peace. There are phrases in your writing that literally bring the spirit alive in one moment, then a few seconds later, lands upside down and round about:

' .. Day to day can be easy ~ if you play by the rules.~ But in that ease ~ I cannot feel the love
siphoning into my heart ~ like whiskey to an unsuspecting liver. '

Seems everyone has a recipe for his or her own raison d'etre, for feeling, for discovering the finest lasting thrill, But finding, feeding and trusting can be glory at its most exquisite. Going alone might prove something to self.. but, knowing, knowing that someone is understanding, saying ' It's okay' rather than evaporating, is a comfort one doesn't deserve but.. makes a heart return to the open door of a cage.. ..

Your words strike so many chords.. can't explain without taking years of space.. but.. believe me, yours are vast though balloons that explode and fly.. .. Wonderful writing. E.. .

[KWP]

I shall meet you in those years of space. I will bring a picnic and two pairs of sunglasses so that, if only foe a moment we can share the same reality, see some truths, gosh even be some truths - you know, before we once again enter the chaotic X

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful response to all my blathering, dear E. When i read your wandering heartfelt poem, i was so deep in.. made me go hot and cold.. can't explain. Just know it touched me very very deeply. So yes, we''meet and somehow share thes ame reality. The chaotic is always there, ready to serve its dis-service.. we can do without it.. just as it can do without us.. every day if we want.. Why not... time waits for no man but we're women and can meet when the clocks standing still. :)

[keith]

after a second read i'm certain that were mr twain up & about he would most assuredly remark ... "damn girl ... you got it going on!"

your approach to that which is life is evident in your write
there is a sharp edge to the soft fabric of our souls and this write, this poetry profound, gives recognition earned
wonderful word painting, a mosaic that carries it's song from one end to the other, start to finish
good on you

[KWP]

Hello and thank you my friend - amazing what happens when you give yourself only the task to sit and write and see what the universe proffers up.

Your words make me smile - and for that I thank you X

[Ardra]

as I tried mightily to cling to all that was left -
the essence of you.

Naked of me, floating alone in the universe,
nothing left except self, confronting self.

that was some intense lines... enjoyed reading it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we finally find something that makes our existence have meaning...we come near the end...and sometimes that fire from love can cause us to have the most glorious burnout...
made me think of Frost's "fire and ice"---

[KWP]

cheers Jacob, ok now I go and read fire and ice ... thanks for your words, always lovely seeing you here XXX