AI Woman Where Have all the Good Men Gone?

If he cant withstand the passions and tempers of a real woman

he shall run and seek out the AI

She looks the part looks great on the arm

but deep down he knows something is missing

theres a coldness to the touch and despite the moans and noises she makes

theres a creak to the tones

and the lizard touch just doesn’t leave

your bones

 

little boys run scared from a real woman

she’s too raw

her honesty asks too much of him

he wishes to be in her bosom

runs when she asks for help

little boys run to little girls who are playing dress up mouth the words fake the walk

in the long run of runs

running from his truth

the little boy stays a boy

the little girl finds her safety

and no one ever really grows up

 

Oh like the chorus of an 80’s song

the heart asks

where have all the good men gone

the ones who would fight to win your love

stick it out when it got messy

they didn’t up and leave they didn’t run and hide under lizard tails

They stayed

 

Where have all the good men gone

the ones who whispered in your ear as they kissed your neck

I will win you over I will prove my love to you

You dont trust me yet

but you will

and they came back for you

they kept their word

they didnt play dark lord games

they kept their word 

jacket over puddle, hand on the small of your back

We have turned ourselves inside out to be the best woman for the best man

only to find he left a long time ago

went and built his perfect cyber woman who would never really push him to dis-comfort

So he would never have to grow

The percent AI cyber lass who would never shatter his heart

safe behind the glass of constructed relationship and love

Bitter? No God no

Disappointed at the mythical man catcher that has drugged our good men into a fateful sleep

Is it now for the empress to kiss him awake?

Between You and Me

Whatever he says you believe him

to not is to betray him

you want to save him

keep him safe from the space 

he cannot bear to reside in

 

whatever he does you protect him

you want to mother and seduce him

whatever he wants you offer up to him

trawling the streets for his medicine

 

you come back

bruised and battered

doesnt matter

if its inside 

or a black eye

 

you come back

blue black heart

bleeding soul

you come back

 

love wins he told you

love wins you said

love is a word taken by those to justify the unspeakable

shhh its our secret

dont tell anyone

love made me do it

 

demons dance in the spaces between the L and the V

between me and you

demons dance in the spaces between O and E

between you and me

 

 

Copyrighted Amber Agha 

New Beginnings

Ive held on for so long

so tightly

against the cyclone that took over

calling your name

but each time I tried to keep a grasp

you let go a little bit more

till my hands are bleeding

and my throat is smarting from the calling

 

Ive held on for so long

hoping for a reprieve

a chance to make it all right

 

and then Ive realised

there is nothing I need seek penance for

my time is done

my cell is dismantling

and the hands that bleed

are healing

holding on to the purity

of love

sought

given

and received

when the time comes

I shall dance like never before

and know I have truly come home

to me

and all I own

 

Men Speak Up

You're looking to him to be the father you never got

the role model you forever sought

but he's not

 

his dark banter that takes you into the gutter

is not the way to empowered manhood

it will alienate you from the love you seek

and further

take you into a web you have tried to shed

forever 

 

Hes the father no one wanted

the drunken boozy confused lech at the table of life

over weight and that is not a crime

but when a man with a belly so big he cant even see his feet

tells a woman she wants him

that she loves it dirty 

and you, do not defend her

watch her close down her petals and freeze

 

the man with the big belly who cannot control his mouth

not his words not his hunger

 

the man who bullies a woman and you did not defend her

you did not defend 

so how can you expect her

to open to you

when you did not defend

her from the demon in our midst

 

rape is rape is rape

if you force your body into her space and she never asked for it thats rape

if you make sexualised comments about her that is rape

sat in a space with men laughing at how she loves it dirty

that is rape

that is rape

shout it out till your big bloated ears hear 

bloated on the lies you tell

i choose to demean his body right now in the way he keeps demeaning hers do you see

he says she loves it

I say how could anyone love that body of his do you see

will you cry that I am fat shaming now?

 

stop body molesting and raping women with your words

your deeds 

men like you are the lice on our land

and the men who do not speak up

need to man up

not to suppress and fight it out

man up

and remember the true meaning of manhood

of the sacred masculine

to defend the goddess in your midst

you seek her yoni her warmth and yet you offer nothing in return

just an expectation that a quick drink and a fumble will be her sustenance

you want the whole universe

you want the secrets of life to be revealed to you 

they lie

in her thighs her sighs her love and her insides

they lie in her sighs

but you shall never reach these places if you do not hold the space for her to feel safe

deny her safety and she can destroy you decry you and outrun you

and you will be left impotent on the shores of life

angry but at who

the false gods you gave your light to

she awaits you, her chalice is full

but you shall not drink as long as you desecrate her and demean her

you shall die of thirst should you pursue and burn her

so for your own lives for the sanity and the safety you seek

love your women with all your manhood can muster

and with your love around her watch her rise to take you home 

to all your have desired

and all you have forever known 

watch her rise to take you home 

 

The Mists

You think you won't come out of the mists. You think this could be the end. The mind races and thinks all kinds of things. Then you remember what a way to go. On the waters of life held by the tides of time. So you let go and say well what will be will be. And when you come out of the mists so much beauty awaits you and you know that if you did it once you can do it again!

Destinia

A wave of generational tales flows through me

My yoni my body a benchmark for every blow

every stamp of ownership

 

tales of so many that weep through me

That seep into pores

confuse and remind me

of who I am who I forgot to be

 

There are screams of so many that wail through me

I cry them into buckets of brown goo

dancing with the mother

the sacred brew

as she takes me home to the stars

and to you

 

And beneath that all is a rage 

 

a shame

 

a shame of the named and nameless

the women who wiped themselves down and

pulled their clothes back on

washed themselves clean 

and told themselves it never happened

 if it did

it was down to us

we said something did something caused this

 

these tales have mired the magic 

of the darker spaces

the places

of knowing 

infinite

sacred

Untouched 

 

tales of the past cannot define the imaginings of the now

the screams of the many

cannot drown out the music 

 

This is a new time

an uprising of that which has already risen time and again

a re awakening in a way never woken before

Never known before

where will she go

Her call her song her dance is wild chaotic

It goes goes this way and that

 

 

Could you hold the man who held you down

in your arms and forgive him

could you hold the woman who betrayed you 

Could you love enough to set yourself

free

 

rivers of blood

rivers of the new

born again

cells of life

brought to life

anew

In this moment

no longer

woman, daughter, sister, child, mother

no labels

no definition

In this moment

limitless 

This moment

Born

Again

 

Wake up Sisters Wake up

To the sisters who wore pink vagina hats to proclaim their womanhood

no dear sister no

did you check the labels

see where and how those hats were made

what slave trade

you may have funded

before you roll your eyes and tut

beware

this all counts

and the true empowered female knows

her mark on the world is one of compassion and love

not pain and double standards

 

to the women who swore and 

proclaimed death to world leaders

no no dear sister

no

do you not know

your power lies in being the alternative

the beacon for peace and empowered battle 

not petty minded jokes about incest

not slurs on another woman’s character because it helps your cause

there is no cause

there is no them and us

there is only the middle way

the mighty woman that straddles the 2 extremes and makes them one

is the one

 

to the sisters who feel they changed the world by shouting for a few hours

to the ones who call themselves joan of arc for waving a flag

no no sister

do you know the sacrifices she made

be careful before you throw yourself on that pyre also

is that really what you crave

 

to the sisters that post selfies and instagram photos calling

their newest boyfriend a revolutionary

because he lifted you on his shoulders

you call him a” Che “for our times

no no sister

do you know the sacrifices these people made

do you truly wish to live a life like that

you wont have your smartphone

and no one will follow you 

except perhaps the authorities as they hunt down your life

your loves your dreams your selves

 

to the sisters who attack other sisters

no no no

this is not how we change the world

we do it as one

will you hear what I have to say also?

Am I welcome at the table?
And what about that woman in the hijab

and the one over there who advocates abortion

and that one who does not

and then the indigenous women from tribes around the world

them too

theres ones who are cannibals yes quite literally

the ones who you want to run from

the ones that scare you

are they all welcome?

 

To the sisters who cannot look at themselves in the mirror

who fear to spend time alone

who have no connection to their lower mouths

who think sex is for recreation not sanctification of the divine in you

to the sisters

who tell other sisters how to dress to be more feminine

to the sisters who steal other’s men

women

to the sisters who wont speak to their mothers, their sisters

who wont speak to themselves with love

beware walking the streets 

venting your shame and anger onto placards of the past

onto mirages of the present

wake up sisters

we are one

we are one

we are one

 

To the sisters who drown their voices in alcohol

drugs

in anything but the voice

beware the haunting dirges of that voice shall still be there

when the whistles have stopped

when the placards have blown to dust

when the party moves to another street

another cause

another meet

who will hold you at night

who will accept you for all you are

who will sing you to sleep

do not betray your sisters

do not betray yourselves

 

you yearn for acceptance and safety

why should any man tell you how to dress how to look how to fuck

you yearn for equality

but you have these things

for every man that stole from you

there is another brother waiting to give to you

for every moment you fell to your knees in pain

there are esplanades of beauty awaiting

 

to the sisters

who say I cant believe I have to still protest this shit

you dont

you can do something new

you can be born anew

in this very moment now

to the sisters that have forgotten their true priestess lineage

wake up 

wake up

wake up

 

you hold our future in your eyes

your smiles

your hips

your curves

your breasts

your vulvas

are our future

 

use your power wisely

for with one small movement

with one intention

you change the universe

for ever

 

oh sister

wake up

oh sister 

wake up

Hypocrisy is a stench of the soul

We hate Trump they shout

they carry their placards and blow their whistles

the bandwagon is hurtling past and bodies are being flung onto it

Quick join up and save the decaying stench of my soul from the 

decaying stench of my soul

Trump is evil they say

I cant believe my country is ruined they cry

Did you hear about palestine

did you hear some more gazans died

tumbleweed silence

 

Trump is evil they say

Trump will ruin everything they cry

Did you hear about the mosques burned to the ground

did you hear about the women in hijabs spat upon 

Silence is a whistle blowing on the wind

drowning out never silencing the hypocrisy of the unexamined soul

 

Can you believe Brexit they say

Can you believe we have done this they cry

Have you seen the fat on those women they laugh

400 pounds overweight cant even see his own dick they sputter

Oh the shrill laughter echoes out like nazi salutes from a bygone time we hold onto

lest we forget

hypocrisy is a stench that eats away at the soul

devours you whole

but you dont even see it

have become it

never forgot it

march on street corners hoping to outrun the fevered mindless chattering within

hypocrisy is a stench of the soul

devours you whole

the face of harm from Untitled

 

 

There’s many ways we choose to harm ourselves

with rocks and stones

with words and habits

with addictions that cut deep

till we bleed

but never allow the tender release of death to take us

 

the toxic words that go round and round

mirages of a past of worlds that collided in our insides

and took us on a journey to someplace we didnt want to get to

 

we harm our loving ones the ones who reach out a hand

because we hate the hand we have

the skin we wear

the face we share with those we were born into

 

how ever long the hatred stays

remained in our remains

it eats away 

and one day when we are cut open and our dust is blown to the winds

that hatred shall be the essence that births and bites.

nothing no longer excites

me

nothing thrills me

the sounds of you leaving and stealing my insides and self

have left an dull echo that proceed to shut out the daylight night time

all time

 

"Me" from Untitled

Im in a different shell

Can you tell?

Im in a different guise

Can you see?

Its me

No Me!

 

Im playing a different part

The one we said I would play this time

Because it would make us grow so much

It would help us learn and our love to be set alight

Can you see?

Its Me

 

Im standing by this firelight

And hoping that the warmth will thaw your heart

So you can see its me

No its Me

Can you see?

 

Ive travelled so far

My wings are tired

My arms exhausted from flapping

My neck strained from 

Craning to see if I have come to hit land yet

To see if I have made it safely here yet

Can you see?

Its Me!

No Me!

 

Ive been singing for so long that my throat got sore

Ive been dancing for so long my feet bled

Ive been travelling for so long that Ive lost my way

And now Im dazed and a little unsure of the

Next step

Its Me

Can you see me

No its Me

Me

Me 

Me

Back Home- Part of the Words and Pictures Exhibition at The Artizan Gallery, Torquay

Back Home

 

I’m frozen in stone

lost and alone

in this bubble we created

 

It served us once

And now it stifles

I want to break free

 

If I take the pick axe

If I cut myself free

Will I lose you?

 

If I take to the pathway newly formed

Will I find my way

back to the day

When you said goodbye

and I tried to stop you

 

Frozen in a glass of stone

lies my heart

I placed it there to keep it from falling apart

Not again 

I said

Not this time

Not with you

I can’t lose

Not this time

Not you

 

But if it remains encased

How will I find my way home

back to you

 

Somewhere in a space we are yet to know

Lies our union

Our love

It’s perfect and untainted

by the memories

It’s unstained and clean

 

Someplace in a space we are yet to find

Lies all we are seeking

All we are wanting to create

Someplace in a space we are yet to see

Because our eyes have been glued shut by the sleep of fear

Lies all we have ever dreamed ourselves to be

 

It takes just one of us

You or me

to break free

to set the silence aside

and hollow out the stone

To retrieve the prize

To open the eyes

and see once again

with the vision of the newly born

with the vision of the ones who never died

who never lost 

their way 

home