The Confident Queen

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Monday 23 March 2009 5:13 pm
(“Oshun” By Unknown)

(Oshun, the Yoruban goddess, or orisha, of the rivers and fresh waters, represents all that is enjoyable in life… passion, sex, love, art, music, dancing, wealth, and fertility.  According to legend, Oshun fell in love with Shango, the orisha of fire, lightning, and unbridled passion, at a tambor, or drumming party. At first, Shango was not aware of Oshun, busy as he was drumming and eating. Never the one to be discouraged by a lack of attention, Oshun begins to dance seductively to Shango’s drumming and soon Shango is entranced. She dips her fingers in the gourd of honey, she held at her hip , meant to represent her sexuality, and quickly spreads it over his lips. Once he tastes the honey, she attains his undivided attention, thus beginning an eternal love affair between the two. Oshun is the power of attraction, the erotic impulse that leads to life. She is the passion, the confidence, and the ambition which is needed for creative and sexual endeavors. She teaches us to enhance our own lives by embracing those ambitions and passions and to be confident in terms of love.)

 

Taste the sweet of my honey on your lips…
Run your tongue over the nectar of my love…
and want me.

See the curve of my hips as I dance…
The swell of my breasts…
heaving from the exertion of my desire…
Watch the curls of my hair sweep across my shoulders…
And want me…
As I want you…
Unbridled and fiery…
to shred the garments of my inhibitions…
and push me to the limitsof my own internal ecstasies…

I want to write volumes about our trysts…
Want to carry the diamonds I find in your eyes around my neck…
and wear the gold of your skin across my wrists….
But I desire your desire for me….

So, I move here…
Undulating like river’s currents…
I dance for you…
I choose you to have the privilege of elevating me….

Let me be the artist to the glory of your creativity.

So, watch now…
as my body moves fluidly…
Rivers of me cooling the fires of you….

Lick your lips once more
and remember…
I taste as sweet.

For in me…
Lies the beauty of life…
My womb will hold the flames of your mind intact…
And I will birth lightning bolts
that etch our love across the sky…

And it is in me….
The honeyed sweetness of life lies in my heart…
and the perfection in my mind…
The life waters of my dreams I toss to the ground…
with every step of my dance…

I am the queen of my own regard….

So, I toss my crown of curls …
and turn my hips to face you,
clothed only in the regal beauty…
of my own mind, body, and soul…

So, want me….
For am I queen.

I’m Here For This Reason….

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Thursday 19 March 2009 2:34 pm
(“Live_Laugh_Love” By ShinyUmbrellas–www.deviantart.com)

(The legend of Amaterasu, the Japanese goddess of the sun, and Uzume, the goddess of mirth and dance, signifies the healing power of laughter and the importance of friendship and sisterhood. Their myth says that Amaterasu, devastated from a violent rampage brought on by her jealous brother, Susanowa, the god of storm, goes into hiding, causing the sun to disappear and the people to go hungry. Uzume, out of concern for her people and for her friend, finds Amaterasu hiding in a cave and begins to dance and joke, until laughter brings Amaterasu out of her hiding place, thus bringing the sun back to sustain the rice paddies that feed the people.)

It’s dark in her soul…
and so we all feel the cold without her beautiful golden smile
Her pain is wretched and she cowers in her sadness and despair…
My heart cracks in the corners for you…
A mind swept with the thorny branches of confusion…
A heart tossed in the winds of storm…
Feeling your pain…
I swear I’ve caught thousands of your tears in the palms of my hands….

So, my friend…
I shun bad thoughts from your mind….
I wash away regrets and lost dreams…
Dust away heartaches and disappointment…
and put a mirror to your face…
so you can shine…….

Dance in circles, sister….
Leave the sadness in the sand….
Dance until your feet are bruised with the joy of your stomping….
Your hands stinging from your clapping…
and your throat parched from laughing….

May you remember the joy of our celebration…
and smile once more….
Knowing that….
NO MATTER WHAT…YOU WILL BE OKAY….

So, dance and laugh and move forward…
step by step…
And I, my dear shining friend…
will be by your side….


Imperfectly Regal

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Tuesday 17 March 2009 2:10 pm


(Sedna, the Inuit goddess of the deep sea, was an extremely important deity to the Inuits. Because of the harsh temperatures of the Artic, the food sources were mostly attained through fishing. Legend has it that Sedna’s own vanity was her demise, when she deemed herself too good for her other suitors, she elopes with a fulmar bird only to become his slave. When she escapes, her and her father are attacked by a flock of birds and she is dismembered; her severed limbs forming the sea animals which the Inuit people rely on for food. In her sorrowed rage and guilt, Sedna becomes the ruler of the deep sea and in order to ensure she provides the people with a plentiful food supply, she must be pleased, no matter her physical or internal flaws. Her myth teaches us that despite our infirmities and mistakes in life, we are still worthy of love and respect and have every right to expect and demand that we are treated well, no matter what)

Forgive me….
I allowed the heady smell of seduction to allow me to believe that I…
was going to be a queen of a golden palace
that shimmered and shown in the glory of the sun…
Yet here I am…
torn limb from limb in the depths of my own vanity…
I am ashamed… maimed and humiliated…
You were all right…
The ocean of my heart was much too shallow at the end…
and now I float in the abyss of my own making….
alone and cold…

Yet…
do not fear me…
do not look at me with pity…
do not tempt me to make the icy tides swell….
and the animals you feast on cower in hiding…
I am still the queen of a different palace…

and this one is my own…

Do not believe the rumors of my daily anguish…
I am still beautiful despite my heart’s mistakes…
singing my soul to the frosted glass of my mirror…
brushing ebony silk hair and laughing at my own stupidities.

For you see,
my errors have only made me that much more regal…
more wise…
more precious and beautiful to behold…
And I have learned to embrace my torn fingers and hands…
and if by chance you still deem me unworthy of your love…
I pose this question to you and all….

Who would ever wish to have an imbecile for a queen?

The Release of a Rainbow

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Monday 16 March 2009 2:57 pm
(“Wreck of the Rainbow” By TOOLaree–www.deviantart.com)

(Ix Chel, or Lady Rainbow, was the Mayan goddess of the moon and of weaving, who legend says escaped from her volatile relationship with the sun god, Kinich Ahau, by transforming herself into a jaguar. By refusing to become a victim of oppression, her myth teaches us to face negative forces in our lives and to assert ourselves against physical, mental, and emotional violence that may hinder our growth and deteriorate the beauty of our inner selves.)

She wove her own soul…
Threads of blood red…purple like velvet night…
Green like the fronds of growth at river’s edge…
Indigo streaks of sky and bright marigold…
Her soul is rich with the colors of life….
She bore the liquid fruit of the gods in her womb….
and molded them into the four corners of the sky…
alive and breathing into the jar of her bounty…
overflowing to enrich the lives of others…..

Yet his scorching love frays her work….
Burning its edges and singeing her dreams….
and she is tossed from her skies to the jealous tombs of his love…

She breaks free from the oppressive rays of the sun….
and escaping from his blaming licks of fire…
prowls away in feline silence….
Stealing away on velvety limbs…
stealthily maneuvering past his suspicious eyes….

Yet, lightning crashes as the old marks the new…
And the songs of hundreds of iridescent dragonfly wings,
flutter against her cheeks and revive her….
She is running back to find only the searing flames of his rage….
Morning stars she has never seen on her search for his golden limbs…
yet he scorches her with his furious accusations….

It is done…

It is over…

The sweet release of her freedom leaves her triumphant…
Overcoming a fear more powerful than her love….
She trembles with the beauty of her own bravery…
Realizing the strength in her own voice….
She turns her face to the sky and says,

“I am Lady Rainbow….
more vibrant than you have ever wanted me to be….
See my colors spread to the others…
more brilliant in them than ever in me…”

The Inner Discord of Eris

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Wednesday 11 March 2009 1:32 pm
(“Eris” By =Aegis_Strife–www.deviantart.com)

Written: March 11th, 2009 @ 2:30p.m

(Eris is the Greek goddess of conflict and contention-myths say when she was denied invitation to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, in a rage, she threw a golden apple inscribed with the words “To the fairest” amongst the goddesses. Of course, this began an immediate rivalry and legendarily brought about the events of the Trojan War.)

The wind picks up…
gusts tangling her hair…
she stares wildly at them in disbelief…
her lips curl back in a snarl…
The world, pulling at her arms…
She’s trapped in the whirlpool of her own anger…
Chiffon ribbons of contempt sweep over her like waves…
gray and black, seething red….chaotic and beautiful……

She’s done giving a fuck and lets her fury take over…
She casts composure aside…
She throws her cool away…
Simmering in her imbalance,
she glides through this moment
on a tar-colored current of emotion…

Heart blackened with hurt,
She turns to the solidity of her rage…
before ever succumbing to the ache in her soul.

How dare you, she seethes…
How dare you think I am any less of a soul than you…
Ignoring the pain clawing at her spirit…
Ignoring the sorrow of her abandonment…

She shrieks in her invocations of the Furies,
her fingertips lit with flame…
She tosses a golden apple…
Fight over your own vanities, she yells
to the beauties who shun her…
the mornings taken and the nights a blur…
his kiss of venomous deceit…

She avenges her own heart with pure, merciless rage…
Hiding her shame behind her blood-red cloak…
and flaunting her distaste for the world…

Naked and vulnerable only to herself….

Her anger is her mask…

Her rage is her facade…

Her anguish she dispels with her fists…
covered in the tears of her despair…

She’ll never show her pain…
She’ll only avenge it.

Persephone Returns

Posted by @Imani_Sublime | Inspire Me-Writing Experiment I,The Goddess Series,Who wrote this? I wrote this. | Tuesday 3 March 2009 3:18 pm
(“Underwater Persephone” – by Svarte Sjeler www.deviantart.com)

(Inspired by C. Ballard’s prompt of: Summer, Rebirth, Nature)
Written: March 2, 2009 @ 10:13 p.m

Sweetheart in the city snow…
She was the confident fire in that concrete gray ice…
Melting them flakes off with a shrug…

“I’m blazing and this world is mine…
I got life by the balls…
And this shit ain’t nothing”

Confidence oozing like sleet around her…
She orchestrates the rise and fall of her own control….
The life and death of her own destiny…
Yet the cold winter winds batter her skin…
with no promise of change…
How could an entire life pass by with just a shrug?
Indifference was her wintry hubris.

Blinded by walls of white…
She couldn’t even see her own skin…

Falling to her knees the weight of her winter
avalanches in sky-high drifts of snow and ice….
across her shoulders and down her back…
cutting her face with frost…

And yet, there…
Inside…
She’s a burning coal…
No, the sun…
The rush cool of water flowing around her…
holds her…as her self-created storms melt away…
Sprouting green leaves and buds of glory fill her eyesight…
Velvety petals of her season’s change approaches…
and the blooms of her heart are lush with golden and fruitful rebirth.

No more dark black blue walls and cold sweat…
No more gray winds and gusts of regret…

Here, she runs in the dappled light of spring’s dawn…
Towards the new and old…
Of one who finds their own soul’s garden.
Summer’s opened arms and florid smiles welcome her home…

She is ready to grow.