She Proclaimed

She watched you burn your own funeral pyre
Raise your life to the ground
She watched you slice through
Arteries of life
Piece by piece
Blood dripping
You gasping for life
Refusing 
She watched you mutilate
Beauty and truth
As it lay under you
Yearned to sleep in your arms
Pursued you 
Proclaimed 
She watched you pluck out eyes
That have loved you since time began
Cut out tongues that praised you
Prayed for you

She watched you place nails
In doors that were never meant to close
Change paths
Timelines
Stories
Re write moments of tenderness into squalid deposits on a meaningless bed

She watched all this and loved you
Yearned for you
For more 
For you
To grow

The man you disowned
Disregarded
His bones smoked in midnight excesses 
She watched you knelt before another
Claimed her as your own
She watched you raise blonde haired children on your shoulders 
Called them your own

She watched all this and still loved 
Still proclaimed
She watched all this 
Still proclaimed
Till the sunlight drowned out her voice
And her skin faded to the touch
By then your mission was complete
You had annihilated you
And the only memory of you was left in the mirror of her closing eyes

She proclaimed

Copyright A. Agha

Still She Ran


Wrapped in wire 
We stand our ground
On earth that is losing hers

Wrapped in lies 
We stand the tests of time
Refusing to surrender now

She came
She came
She conquered
She ran

And now we build plinths of plasticine
That melt in the acid rain of our choices 
Now we raise garlands and hands
Voices and march
With the emancipated 
Ignoring the emaciated
The yet to be satiated
The rejected and ridiculed
Whose bones we stand on
Trample on
Into the finest dust
That shall eat away at our souls 
Now we stand and say we are one

Oh we are one 
Sister 
Goddess

Womb keeper 
We are one 
Is it ever too late to revere her? 
The forgotten womb of our mothers
The ancestors who were raised raped blamed shamed 
Still with flames in her eyes
daggers in her heart
deception in her thighs

Still she ran. 


Copyright A. Agha

Handle With Care

Handle with care
On dry dusty windswept days
Handle with care
On rain soaked and sun bleached waves of the never
It’s not that she needs your sympathy
It’s not that she is lost 
It’s not that she can’t love
It’s not that her heart is frozen or broken
But handle with care
For all those daytimes and night times she did without 
Loved left without
Was without 
Handle with care.

Copyright A.Agha

Be Come

Be Come 

Im frozen fingered 

looking for shadows of you 

in me

in him

Then looking for anything but you in him

in me

in them

the left over dried blood that could have been

and this desire to never every forgive you

me

them

When you believe

when you put your faith in all the wrong gods 

in all the wrong cards 

the mantras that came to nothing

the prayers that blew away 

in the winds across the seas and landscapes of denial and trickery

and now there is 

just this

this expanse

this red raw rash across the heart

and in its’ space nothing left to take root

to take shape

to become

Nothing to Be

For now that blood may have been life

For now those dreams and prayers 

May have been

I dont forgive you for choosing another direction

I dont forgive you for not choosing me

I wont look back and see it all as a lesson

I wont let you out of those prison walls I have built

They devour me of sunlight and I am slowly dying in the smell

of your arms around me

But I wont return to the innocence that one danced between us

I wont rescue that woman from her pyre

She dies on it with you

She will be re born out of flaming lips and skin

And she will never ever look at a man like you again

Till the next incarnation and so it goes

around

My 

Love

Be 

Come 

Me

Call

Me 

Home 

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SOMETIMES ANOTHER 

 

Sometimes

We stand at a point

we look left and right

and ask which way do I go?

We do not know who to side with

who to listen to

Because at one point we did not listen and 

then

everything became

this

 

Sometimes we stand at a point

and we do not hear what the heart is saying

be quiet we shame it into silence

that is just fear

stop now and be brave we push and strain 

to make the mind our best ally

 

But the soul that sits deep within 

the cells knows

that left or right

the choices that make and un- make us

come easily and hard

that right and wrong exist only in heaven and hell

that polarities are a construct of the confused

 

the soul knows that every time we did not listen

we did not hear

the voice that said no

and did it anyway

that was a time when we betrayed 

and were cheated on

when we abandoned 

and were rejected

by no god no partner no lover

just our dear little selves

running from our dear little selves

believing the answers lay in another 

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BELIEF

Theres nothing to say

Just pools of nothing expanding across the air waves 

from me to you

Theres nothing to say just a solace 

in timescapes dissolving into space and 

Theres nothing to say

Just how much we hate each other 

compete with each other and make each other cry

Wonder why
And play games across the landscapes of our lives

You to me to me to you

There is no tithe that ties us into continual service and servitude

 

A forest of mirrors all around us

Tells us that the nature we run from is our innate self

 

A merry go round of screeching howling laughter

That hides the deep mistrust of life

The deep sense of self hatred and strife

we mask as we show the world how very happy we are

As we make sure to take that moment treble it and say

See how very happy I am just there

But your'e not

We are not

We cannot

Be

Happy 

Content 

In 

Separation

That is not how this works

 

Union asks we come home to all parts of us

We mouth the words but the inner graveyard is spilling rotting corpses who

bleed into our veins and 

make us sick

 

The sickness feels familiar and we seek the familiar and run from the new

 

Half a million lifetimes ago

You walked with me hand in hand

Placed your arms around me

And told me we would be together till the end of time

I have no doubts

That when the sands fall out of this hour glass

And the unified chorus calls cut

when we pull away the screens of the mind

There you will be 

Telling me you always loved me

I just couldn't see

I didn’t believe love was for me

There you will be

COPYRIGHT AAGHA

Get Over It

Why dont you just get over it

Why dont you just do a little ritual

stand by the sea 

and let it all go

why dont you just put the past to rest

its enough now

I mean come on

how long will you keep holding on

how long now

 

bow the head down

sow more seeds of shame

try to reclaim

what was lost

try to stand on feet bleeding

forget that the thorns are still embedded deep

 

why dont you get over it

why dont you put the past to rest

why dont you

 

Just like that

why dont you spread your legs a little wider

let him sink even deeper

why dont you just relent

and have him have what he wanted

what you obviously asked for

 

why dont you just let go

uptight

who are you saving yourself for

frigid

why dont you just let go

I wanted to teach you a lesson

the best sex you ever had

if you'd just let go

if you'd just let me

 

why dont you just let go

this grip on life

the grip on hope

they take

take

you

bury in the dirt

get over it 

get  over it

 

Other women do

Why dont you just get over it

sow more seeds

what you reep someone once sowed

didnt ask just did it anyway

why not just get over it

Copyright AA

The Sisters are Rising

We are not the daughters of the witches you burned

we are the witches you burned

the charred remains of flesh hangs off our ancient bones

for we did not die

We have been holding space in this fragmented state

so the sisters could dance

so the ones you now stand beside 

the ones you now hold aloft

the ones that are now the palatable face of sorcery can fly

we are the ones who made this happen

but you have forgotten us

the hags you would rather leave behind

we speak too much 

our banshee cry is too raw for you

you'd rather we wore red lipstick and heels

took to a stage somewhere made a performance piece about our lives

you'd rather we were on a plinth in ticker tape naked

so you could say thats her thats she isn’t she great- hot too

you don’t value the witch who sits in darkness of night

sows seeds under a full moon

lets her blood flow into the earth

births life from her tears

tells you what she sees in teacups and strains

no no how dare we soil the landscape of acceptability 

how dare we lay bare our selves in such an uncomfortable way

what would your mates say?

how could we all sit around sipping champagne discussing the latest concept

you fear the true witch may suddenly bloat up and fly away across a room

shame you

there she goes again

too much for me

no he says

i like my witchcraft in a nice bottle

preferably young bodied and full

with a side helping of popular thrown in

oh yes the sisters are rising

treading on the discarded bones of the crones

of the ancient ones that no one wants

the sisters are rising on  the blood and tears of the silent ones

who held the space for years

the sisters are rising 

 

Copyright A. Agha 

Tiny Seeds

A tiny seed 

falls on fertile land

takes root

Just

The waters come

The winds blow

and the tides of life

Take it in “another 

direction”

Tiny seeds need love to grow

walls of blood

to hold onto

to feed off on

when the love dies

changes

the seed is flushed 

away

and the

walls remain empty

tiny seeds

tiny seeds 

seek a place to call home

 

 

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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