SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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What Will Be Our Fate

My heart shed a tear but the tear bore no fruit
Instead I angst
My rage turned against the flame
And blew out the light
The blessings of my forefathers never came
His forefathers struck wind instead of gold
The rainbow that was attached to the sky
Lost its meaning
And I cursed satan’s creator
Mine too

I sunk into the grass the other day
Under the blue moon sky
With its radiant light
And my turbulence subsisted for a minute
I couldn’t barely lift my eyes
To see the clouds passing by
But I did
And an angel descended on my forehead
My wife kissed me with butterflies
And I lost myself for a minute
In that same wind
I didn’t want to strike gold anymore
I just wanted a blessing
Like a placenta under my household
On what was left 
Not for others 
But for me and her
I was tired of laying scared with no fear

What’s ahead?
The black hole in my head attached
To the one in the sky
I didn’t even care about it anymore
As I had rattled on
And battled on against
Performing my duties twice fold
I gave up on my personal duties
And sought only love
But I was cornered here and there
By someone loud
The ringing in my ear never ceased 
Unless I could find pleasure
My wife was alone but not alone
But I didn’t leave her

She glanced at someone
And a babe came into her life
She overjoyed herself in my presence 
For some reason
But my smile faded for someone else
She never quenched
Or satiated herself
And she gave up too
She couldn’t find a samurai sword for either of us
Because neither of us
Deserved it
She did magic to the wind and it picked up for her
Stalemating the croaking rooster on autopilot
Wetness around her womanhood
Begging for love also
Wanting to give up the lonely
Adopt a vivacious lifestyle
Command respect
And begin to heal inside for others
Where did the dimness go?
Into her gut

She wants us to heal together
And be lifelong friends
Make intimacy on adventure a Tuesday of every month
I captured her kaleidoscope of ideas for a future of some sort with her
And looked in
But this went dim when it came time
Really the time has not come yet
We pray the blessing will come upon her
Upon me
The blade will be put away upon our yoked shoulders
We can move more freely
Grasp the world like human beings 
Adopt a royal stance without being powerful
And make friendship in every aspect of life
We wish it upon ourselves
For it is hard to pray
And we secure ourselves
But can not be secure
And we don’t know how to ask God
Because we don’t know if He exists for us
Or them
Yet there seems to be something greater
Among the people
And no one knows the source anymore
But there are allegations
And I cannot weep for it
Yet silence is coming upon me
Meditation for more than a minute
Inner strength coming from a few more people
Even my family resigned to fate
Adopting themselves as sons and daughters
And everyday people
So was I to be last among His people?

“Dear God” she says
“Bless my husband”
Yet she knows to no end that she may ever be blessed
Or be beautiful 
Yet I tailored my hand to her bosom
Knowing I was the only one left to lift her up
Except our lone child this time, Midnight
And she cried out for me one more time
This time
Asking me to bless her
Whether I was out to the world soon or not
Because I was the sole person who could bestow
A blessing upon her
And I would
For these are important times
Everyone is planting seeds
Bearing fruit
Looking up
Having hope
Behaving
And why not have a day where everyday people
My honor to serve over the years
Would also bestow a blessing upon me
If I blessed her
And she blessed me
So could then my friends come back in many numbers
Planting a pine nut in my honor
For a great pine to grow
Despite myself
No longer would we hang there, I hope in that.
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