Hiraeth 

Hiraeth. A welsh word for a lost home that can never be returned to. 

I’m curious, though, why the feeling is present strongly enough in the welsh, for them to have a word for it. I know precious little about them- maybe one of you could explain why?

Or maybe, they just recognized something so many people ache for, and cannot precisely name. 

A lost home. Homes lost in people. Homes lost on people. Loss. 
Still finding, 

Yusra ❤️

Stones

We created a stone, you and I
Buried deep within me
Fed it from my blood, nurtured it
with your caring
Day by day, we willed it to bloom
In hopes of harvesting happiness
From its cold surface
We thought that I
Was birthing a world
Just hiding in my shadow

But we created a stone
And it was lifeless
Shouldn’t we have known that
It would never grow?

(c)CM
05.10.2016

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Confessions

The softly blushing expanse of skin
of your neck, tells me stories
Thrills that thrum through your veins to mine,
Unspeakable mysteries
Messages that shake the
Foundation of my being
Premonitions, visions, you are
A puzzle with no clues
But your breath hitches
As I splay my fingers
And hold you
And in inexplicable understanding
My heart races too
You’d reveal nothing to my everything
But I know- your eyes do
What passes between us is not heard

I can’t stop reading you
You’re a book with no words

 

 
‘Confessions’

(C) CM
08.09.2016

Raphael

 

We walked, I knew not where
On the lips of the abyss we stood
Climbing, bleeding hand and foot,
Through the deepest of woods
Indeed, through the wraithing hollows themselves we fared
We walked,
I knew not where

The creatures wept at our passing
Pawing, kneading, grovelling,
They sheathed their claws and slavered- no
We forged ahead despite them,
There was still a long way to go
Past dyng echoes, till
The rivers ran out- we did not stop or despair
We still walked, I knew not where

And then the sand swallowed our shadows whole
The ground rolled like searing drops of gold
The wind howled, demented, but he still held my hand, and
We walked to a darkness no blazing sun could withhold
And the rocks yawned wide, the
Depths eddied like riptide
And the ground stood proud defender of the
Malice buried inside
And he showed me where he had lain
Whatever of my demons remained
And I knew, oh I knew,
I need never weep again
Because everything that had hurt me was
Entombed, forgotten, there
And I was free to walk, unscathed,
Anywhere, everywhere

And he walks with me still
Quietly watching, unassuming,
Holding my hand, my angel

Raphael…

 

 

 

 

‘Raphael’

(c)CM
09.02.2016

 

 

 

 

 

 
And again the Lord said to Raphael: “Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light.”

The Book of the First Enoch, 10:4–6

 

/Just a bit of inspired reading. You guys know me and my thing for angels. :p

 

Cheerio chin chin

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Aperitivo

Aperitivo 

Speak to the seat of my senses

Stimulate my mind

Feed my ravenous thoughts that have

Been wined and dined 

By glossy superficiality 

Arrogance, and a complete lack of

Spirituality 

Absence of depth

I haven’t been fed

In polysyllables, I’ve bled

Instead of hemorrhaging

I want to wax eloquent 

But obscenely, instead 

Of shallow rhapsodizing 

I find myself despising 

The enforced simplicity 
Come here

Let’s get naked 

Talk philosophy to me 

©CM

03.11.2015