A-Mused by Mads Mads Mikkelsen (hi, Carla) :)

" A-Mused by Mads Mikkelsen "

I fall again into the hands of vultures who parade as man.
A candelabra burns me with His Light
I cannot Sleep.

Already vegetarian; twenty years, no meat!
ToNight a plum’s sweet juices sprayed me - Eat ?
Hah! 

I’ll grow emaciated, meet Kafka in my Dreams again (please ?)
Kafka, dear man, Genius, Vampyre?
How doth it all connect, my friend ?
Why doth each piece caress ?




(a whisper to Twitter's Carla Mikkelsen|| 76 @daddymads

Classic Cinematique Beauty, Male; Phantasmagoric, even sans gore?
See now more clearly how Mads ~must play The Vampyre?)

Oh, dear me! A fan again, am I ? (I am! )
Hold tight to Woman’s goddess Light, (I do ! )
but Play can steer a lady into places drear'ly-lit,
where Hours mean naught; 

Sleep’s but deceit -
Love lies with langourous elegance;

inside my Mind
 he fingers me, 
devours my Humanity

disguised as man
his stroking hand  
seizes my tenuous Life;

His breath still sweet with bella Donna's lips
I'm twice betrayed -

this monster's Kiss be Death 

 
Within this stultifying vault,
Phantasmagories ‘live once more;
With eyes lit firey, men like you
Can only feast –
Sweet Death be mine - you thrive !
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But How to do my Day, to love my men, my cats, my “real Life” ?
When Moments flee and I go lost
in mazes mused by foreign men,
Actors who repose whilst wakeful women sing their Songs?

Excerpts from "Burgundy Curtains"

~~(firstly penned Autumn 2015~~






I must now! close my eyes, my weary Curtains,
rest them ready for a near alarm,
sweet Music clock, in my little tiny phone-


I wake for thee and thee, despite my every mundane physical or psychic pain. .


I ask a Universe of Muses,
bid them speak through me, 
as Dawn's yawns begin their cease,
plead with them to return after I repose, if only an hour,
as you are my greatest Muse, mi amor;
you and you, little man, my beloveds... !
(my child giggled at one of his own Muses -
they come often into his Sleep;
he speaks with them, my tiny Troubler, Troubadour)
You are my main Muses and I pray to every Deity of Good,
every Light-bearing Lady,
to do my best for thee Today,
for my big thee and my little thee ("dee?")


please help me to do right by them, 
kind-Hearted, drowsy Moon,
still sighing softly, hovering, caressing our home, 
our Solo Heart.
GoodNight to the Dawning Light -
despite my many flaws,
I am going to Sleep before you're fully Borne

Fabric frayed to Newly Woven

Fabric de-fraying,
   lately woven,
     always more...

These are either related pieces, or they are not...
They are Borne in different ~places~  but a few of them are multiples of a single Suite

*Please take them as you will...
I would love to know  what you see, what you feel with any of your senses, as you read...
Please comment freely...
Poetry is for the Reader; please open any door, and in you walk...

Poetry is always best read ALoud... even if you whisper...

    If these verses are disconnected for you, you are absolutely *correct*

       If you see connections amongst them, you are absolutely *correct*

   Thank You for being here, my friend...xox CherylFaith

I

I'd sooner be a Princess, Love and Poetry, my riches,
than a millionaire of monied Dreams;
Fabric frays, while Words remain

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II

sexiest act I Dream he'd perform upon me:
 He'd Read to me, a Literary Classic,
 perhaps a lost Poem by eternal Sappho**
or a bit of Magic Blake...

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III

His eyes skim the inherent Magic, the Mysteries carried in Words;
While he Sleeps,
 Murk births a SeaWeed-swathed angel;
 Lost Lotus Lady emerges 

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IV

Step toward thy Dreams with care, steamy nympth;
You know not with whom thy pretty cockerel hath lately lain