Goddess of Pain

Willowed pain overlooking the cemetary

of perfect noise is the wake of a sleeping truth that hides in the open 

beneath every feet

 That the dust carries sway from the beginning to new beginning is the ministration of timed vanity looking for the expression of a life and the many that may happen

 The burnished book of dust,

Brown in her vile richness knows every name and records a eulogy beside the sound of each

So sing you earthling

Be merry in the play

For when dust goes where it came

It does not turn to hay

The end is the same in her lisping licentiousness for the mourners who will forget the oceans a few brown moments after brown dust has reclaimed her possession

If you do not see the writing

Of the goddess

Readied to the music of her careless note as she writes new names upon arrival

Look again

For the earth no matter how rich

Can never escape the rain

 

Through the fertile depths of human traverse

Brown is pain

 

Sweet joy

Brutal pain

 

Beyond the Skin

Fiddle with the five little fingers 

 

The five fingers that grasp my soul

Through the dark dress of adorned humanity dancing from the cost of shade

And the feel of colour

 

For what is the meaning that we harmonize in one digress to stain the sweet picture into

An eternal storm of racing delusions trained to leave a weak eye on the skin that knows the heaviness of the dark

Whose glory calls the moon

From her backdrop to watch all her children while they sleep

 

The hallowed harbinger of renewal is the resplendent fortress that protects her Kings and keeps her people

 

Her love, as her colour wraps around the depths of power that is the voice of a beautiful tale that never ends in the unravelling of time who may belittle the art of brown fire, worn from her own heat that is the wild touch of God to balance the lot who love the chaos too much and traversing in owned reality in search of wisdom that projects herself off the darkened shade of earth whom is one with Mother nature

 

The substance of the sin lost is upon the gloss of silver that highlights the perfection of human divinity that keeps secrets from the sun to master his gaze

 

The shade is the honey sweet caress of ready human eggs promised for the abundance of endless colonies of forgiven sin

 

The silent resolve of pure magic that keeps us all in flow and to purpose

 

The crust of immortality birthing miracles from her kind grounds

 

The essence of eternity

Pegged by mortal vibration

: The savage of gentle force living to cause tomorrow

 

Brown

 

Oh brown

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Ivan Bekaren is an actor, spoken word poet and songsmith. He enjoys writing and creating, is an avid reader and a stickler for personal development. Amongst his accomplishments, he has taken part in the poetry marathon organised by Caitlin and Jacob Jans and his work ‘Baby Midnight train’ appears in the 2020 anthology for the marathon. He is also a law student at the University of Lagos, Nigeria.