I have become the drip drip of ink
Grim, shiny
Pleasing only to things grasping in the noir rub rub smear
Becoming a former model of itself
To encounter the deep devoid of any wish or desire
Just a new hastening to mere darkness
And if this snake was a ring it only naws at it’s own tail and ass
Going about it’s daily and eternal task
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
The bawling never subsides
The claim
Then the realization that absolutely nothing can be done
It
Lingers like the aroma of dead flowers scattered under a Magnolia tree
The essence of what was
Is distant
And I squint my eyes exceptionally hard to see the horizon beyond a hazy oasis
My mouth so arid
It is as though I draw breath through the sand in an emense heat
Choking, sobbing in my hands
While I gag
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
1. Sunset on the rim
Of a horizon sit still
Wavering above
2. Sun that sits abides
Sphere eternal in essence
vitality lodge
3. Amber Jewel glow
Provides warm delicate touch
Bronzing everything
4. Illuminate being
Beams glimmer through trees despite
Diminishing glow
5. Copper source divine
Burnt orange embers sublime
Receding timeline
6. Majestic crown glow
Third eye projecting passions
The universe bless
7. Burning arrow rays
Depicts immortality
Reigning nirvana
8. Drift celestial
As we Gravitate towards
The guiding sunbeats
These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)
Time has a night and day
In between, I have given all that I can
Especially offered my heart
Which has been eaten as though it was an apple
Masticated, swallowed and digested
Never let that heart fall into the hands
Of someone hungry for theft
But without care for that which they hoard
Love being taken for granted
Left out in the cold
Is the coldest darkest night
This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in January 2021 (C)
While the bombs go off about me
While the time-lapse scurries by
And my clothing drenched with mud and tears
And I
Just wondering while wandering
What happened
How I’d forget the details too
All the motions and how they connect
Through the motions, through duress
The distant bombs still tell of danger
And in this greatly catastrophic time
I found a crevice to hide, bound
And binding
Licking wounds encrusted with dirt and tears and blood
In belief that if I do so
Then perhaps all of this is dream
Not fact
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Here comes night
I, tortured
Fighting sleep again
Which becomes
Too familiar
To the demon, Death
And falling, falling
Memories lost to a trickling end
But alive outside the reaches
Of the outer realms beyond me
Lost sense of self
Obliterated by the varied roles
In dynamic technicolor
Steadily played like
Keys on a Casio.
Everything is melodic until…
Every key harmonizing
Crescendoing into tones of doom
Who am I this time?
Time the illusionist
With it comes lessons learned
Titled the best trickster
The foe and if grasped right
The fiend that swallows
All semblance of your sanity
Foreword: Dedicated to my Djehuty. Inspiration. You gave me the ideas.
Anticipation still fresh with you
Ache, aching for what
For you to take every disdain away
Your lips finding mine and…
Your hips finding mine and…
Crackling, fireworks and sublime
Taking me back to climax
With no time to recover my breath
My ripe and tender breasts rise and fall
So full, so awake and alive still
You rouse me again
Taking my heartbeats wondering
Wandering hands lifting sifting shifting
Manuevering motions
Movement momentous
Dipped back you ride on
Pressure applied with major effect
Since you are a natural at making me
Making me trip off of you…
You, the rush to my brain when I take a hit
But you last longer…far longer
Lingering depth, you stand strong
Digging me out, hearing my sighs
Begging you please…please…please
Come inside
Pulling you near
When we are in bliss fits
Releasing in unison
Primal energy
In lower back chakra dips
Erupting profusely
Inducing highs off my cries
Pleading with me to look at you
As you are in me
Giving me spasms still
Keeping me forever suspended in your rapture
Disclaimer: This poem inspired by the love of my life. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.
This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.
06/18/2019 journal in prose of my day…to encourage myself and anyone else who has loved hard and have had their heart broken. There is hope that someone can love us just as hard for as long as we live. (Featured photo is of me when I was 11 months old.)
I’m beginning to feel that pain and love
Are the same emotions
Because to sometimes have one
Love
Is to sometimes have the other
Pain
Both hold hands and play but can be joined
By
Inspiration and epiphany
Anger
Extreme bliss
Hurt
Transparency and openness
Regret
Loss
HOPE
The only way to cope
When that person has powers to maim
The worst is that their intentions was not to aim
Yet still, they leave the subject of their love to blame
I have only truly had a broken heart 3 times
From that same individual of all my affections
Those 3 wounds
Have me displaced and ghosted my heart
Left in a state of wandering
Faced with the task to recover
My strength notwithstanding
I will survive the blows that have befallen me
Because there is someone out here in this desert
That can appreciate the flower that I offer
Deeming themselves worthy of my perpetual attentions
Honey intentions without a regret or resent
*Dedicated to someone that is more important to me than they realize. 06/17/2019
Looking into the darkness of the well
Which was so full of life and love and…
Now a void with infinite space
With infinite universes
With infinite realities that can transpire
When then I realize
There is no coming back from moving forward
And hurt inevitable
To see the crash and understand there are casualties
But still want to see it through to
The fizzles and the sparks that burn out
With heart shaped machines slows to quiet
The wishing well becomes the destination
for discoveries of dreams
or realities
Where shame, anger and grief mix to become one
and they become a color of mixed red and black and blue
So eager to learn the risk
So eager to see it through to its end
The wishing well becomes the destination
The light weight of the universe intermingling
So eager to learn the risk
So eager to see it through to its end
*This poem is for a very special person, though they may not feel that they are, they are fantastic to me.*
Djehuty
Don’t you see the moon shines bright for you
Don’t dismiss your beauty and embrace your wisdom you have ancient within you
You who
Have guided this Earth to it’s means
You can
Awaken your power
That I see you commit too silently in contemplation
But never question your completeness for which you have evolved
Evolution a powerful tool you subscribe
And are a god of scribes
I am in awe of you
Though I am also a goddess
You nourish me
Providing knowledge with your very scripts that have come to be and are known.
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