UnFolding The Origami Lotus~

A single story has many sides
it’s presentation in curves
where the hip drops
to meet a pair of eyes
where a mind ripens
on the vine for a would be lover

am I an apple blush today
or a violent bouquet of violets?

it’s a roll of interpretative dice
how I roll out of bed
from under what sky line
I tear my rain
to cover the grass
my prints in frost
or leaving a seared earth behind;
and I’ll be damned
they always follow
is there no fear than
for the animal prime
on his hunt
no shame
no humility
under a harlot’s parasol
a virgin’s aura?

“you think all men are animals, driven by the urge to f**k?”
what a question to ask
of the chained maiden of your friend
no?
I admire his chutzpa though, you know
a man who doesn’t dance around the lies
or back up from the truth of what he is
“yes, I do.”
is my answer simplistic, contrived
is his “well, I’m not like that” a prevarication
or is it just that he doesn’t know himself
am I crushing with my “yes you are, you just control it better than most”
leaving him there
to mull through
his own story
which has many sides

somedays I ask the animal in the mirror
“why are you so cruel, why dash their misbeliefs in themselves?”
but the answer is always pressed
back into my throat
by another plaything’s
insistence the believe in love

my story is cruel
every side a fragmented diamond
sharp
and unforgiving
in its beautiful phases

when you dream into me
something else than I am
you’re only lying
to yourself;
as a well cultivated geisha thing
I can fit any lie
but the outcome
is never pretty



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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'from under what sky line
I tear my rain
to cover the grass
my prints in frost
or leaving a seared earth behind;'

your brilliance echoes in these lines, so many gems that appeal to me in this, your imagery is unexpected and engaging and i think this is the true strength of your writing, the unique, timeless edge, the natural ability to bring words to life. sometimes the truth isn't what we'd like but without honesty and truth how can we face the world?

[Rikkevi Rue]

beliefs are like mirrors one looks into to see the reflections of other mirrors...that others are looking into. So many mirrors one can see, and so true many men are sex driven creatures. What are they looking for indeed?! And many perhaps see there own face in the mirror...but if their idea of themselves is un-reality, what do they really see? Not truth I would wager. Not the actual viewer, rather an idea of themselves! But i love the candid way you treat the subject and I say Amen Sista! "Tell it like it is," as the old saying goes. Why lament the shattering of the deception, of the defeat of the fabrication! The ability to be oneself is rare these days! Loved these lines:

"my story is cruel
every side a fragmented diamond
sharp
and cruel
in its beautiful phases"

As always, in admiration.

[SkinlessFrank]

over the years i've learned that i can't trust my own brain, so why should anyone else...my genealogy is nothing more that a web woven by spinnerets that ooze their fables in the hopes of spreading seed...but is that the only side of the story....damned if i know

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A jaded heart will always see things through tainted eyes and suspicious of everyone around them. It is a different kind of ignorance that keeps them safe from any more emotional harm.

[EMF]

Lady, is there any wonder that when I want crytal clear sanity, I call on the likes of you, and ou never disapoint. And from an insanity of fragmentalised ego's and drives you weave a scalple sharp diamond of a story. Then you burn it to temper it just right. Thank you

[Aidz]

Strangely when I read this write Selene I fell an underlying peace, its soothing in voice. As though they are happy with there lot, an understanding beyond what "normal" people can conceive, inner peace? Unsure yet another write deeply coated in honey