LIFE CYCLES

RAINSTORMS

THE PASTOR’S VOICE ON THE RADIO

HAS NEVER CHANGED.

NOT ONCE IN THIRTY YEARS

WE SIMPLY JUST GREW UP.

 

IT IS OUR TURN

TO REPEAT OUR PARENTS’ MISTAKES

AND STEAM IN THE

HOTBLOOD

OF OUR YOUTH.

 

THE FERRIS WHEEL ROTATES

REACHING INTO THE SKY

ONLY TO STOP AT THE EARTH

SO WE CAN CLIMB OUT

AFTER SEEING HEAVEN.

 

WE WILL GROW

WITH REGRETS

OF HOW WE THREW CHANCES AWAY

IN THE NAME OF LOVE.

 

ALL THIS WHILE

THE PASTOR’S VOICE ON THE RADIO

HAS NEVER CHANGED.

NOT ONCE IN THIRTY YEARS

IT RAINS

 

A VIOLENT RUCKUS

BLACKS OUT THE PRESENT

IN THE GLOW OF A LAMP

WE SLEEP WITHOUT.

 

THIS WORLD KEEPS CHANGING

ONLY BECAUSE WE ARE GROWING INTO IT

IT IS OUR TURN

TO REPEAT OUR PARENTS’ MISTAKES.

NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

 

RAINSTORMS

A VIOLENT RUCKUS

HOT BLOOD

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

THE PASTOR’S VOICE HAS NEVER CHANGED.

 

_SENA_FROST ‘17

 

TIME; A MOCKERY

Sunday Train by inceptive images

 

TIME

IT MAKES A MOCKERY OF EVERYTHING

LIFE?

DEATH?

IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.

YOU ARE BORN AS NOTHING

YOU BAWL YOUR LUNGS OUT JUST TO BREATHE

ALL IN GOOD TIME.

YOUR HEARTBEAT SYNCS

LUB-DUB

TICK TOCK

YOUR LIFE EBBS AWAY

FROM THE MOMENT YOU ARE BORN.

TIME GOES WHERE IT WILL

A JUGGERNAUT

THE ONLY THING THAT TRULY MATTERS.

A NEVER STOPPING TRAIN

IT WRECKS RELATIONSHIPS

EVEN THE MOST CAREFULLY WROUGHT ONES

THE ONES YOU THOUGHT WOULD NEVER LEAVE?

THEY BOARD THE TRAIN GOING INTO THE PAST.

GOOD DAYS

BAD DAYS

THEY BOTH HAVE THE SAME LENGTH.

THE ULTIMATE CONSTRAINT

THE CAP ON THE LEARNING CURVE.

YOU ARE FORCED TO GRAB WHAT YOU WILL

OR CAN

IF YOU CAN,

OR BECOME NOTHING.

YOU DIE AS NOTHING

AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY.

IT’S A LIE.

YOU LEAVE SOMETHING TIME CAN NEVER TOUCH

YOU LEAVE YOURSELF BEHIND

A MEMORY

FLEETING AND TRANSIENT

NEVER FORGOTTEN

HALF REMEMBERED,

A MOCKERY ONTO TIME.

 

_SENA_FROST ‘17

 

Of Hands & Desire

Dainty little hands

Here and everywhere else

Hasty and wanting

Slipping into warm dry spaces

And

Loving my body

Curious

And deceptively knowing

Where to leave love stains on the sheets

 

Dusky lips

Embracing in the low light

Sucking little sounds

A moan escapes them

As tongue traces a looping path

A silver lining of being loved

Being wanted

A mouthful of goodness

 

 

Eyes gawking

Drinking in beautiful breasts

Eyes unseeing

But seeing everything

In the fury of intimacy

Throbbing hot

Eyes touching soft points

Lady parts wholesome

And the glory of an imperfect body

 

Rhythmic and pulsating

A slow grind

Leaving hand prints

Under black light

A boat on a moonless night

Yo-yos back and forth

Skin to skin

Forming intricate beads of sweat

Glittering to the creak of a love making cradle

 

Hands

Crafting desire

Big hands grabbing your buttocks

Beautiful hands

Skilled at bringing desire to your fingertips

Cupping the swell of your breasts

Surgically rubbing

Stirring a well of orgasmic storm

Taking you everywhere

And nowhere

In the light of the darkness

-ABK

Sena Frost – 2017