Exotic Vacation by Candice Moraga

Exotic Vacation

By Candice Moraga

How could I dare to offer you up one word that I’ve writ?

When every line you’ve written is engorged with all this wit?

If you were here, I’d hide my prose –

 You wouldn’t read one line

I’d cringe to think of comparison to yours –

Reaching sublime

I’d have to tie you down and force you,

Just to hear my scribblings long

I’d probably have to torture you,

To make you hear one song

Least I know my secrets are safe,

Hidden within these pages

You’ll not be distressed by my inner tumult,

The storm that, within me, rages

I’m content to bask in your glow,

Watching the gears of your mind crank and spin

It’s thrilling that you let me wander

Through the labyrinth lying within

Forgetting my troubles, what I had to say,

It’s nice not to focus on me

You’re a vacation

An exotic locale

An isle in a distant sea

Lifeline by Candice Moraga

Lifeline                                 By Candice Moraga

Music is my life, my spirit, my soul…

It is my salvation

God gave it to me for inspiration

When I’m drowning, he throws it out to me as a life preserver

I wrap it around myself as a protective blanket

It lifts me up like gossamer wings

Suddenly, I remember who it is that I am

My insides shine through

This is the part of me that is enchantress

Sensuality

Sexuality

Re-emergence of my ambition

My inner strength

Yeah - I guess it’s in there after all!

All that hiding

I guess I was just healing

I know I’ll always be OK

I know I seem fragile and frail

But it’s my emotions and feeling,

The passions

That makes me so strong

I am stronger than you know

And I will still be standing when all the dust settles

Having lived a turbulent,

Perhaps tumultuous,

But

Fulfilling and complete life.

The Breath of God by Candice Moraga

The Breath of God

By Candice Moraga

The vibrations on the air are the breath of God

Speaking to man’s soul

Music is the language of God

We musicians are as close to God as a person can be

We hear her voice

We read his lips

We give birth to the children of God

Who

Sing his praise

That’s what musicians are

And if we’re not that –

We’re nothing

Plucked From The Vine by Candice Moraga

Plucked From The Vine               by Candice Moraga

What kind of god could make even the wild tigress lay at his feet and fawn over him?

Toying with mere humans for your own pleasure and amusement –

a flawed god, indeed.

Embracing and embodying the flawed inconsistencies of humanity,

You throw those under your influence into a spin.

The muses gather round you,  

singing and playing their flutes.

Writing poetry and prose,

 they toy with the consciousness of men,

Ripping their heads off after blowing their minds to pieces,

Only to revel in wild abandonment at your feet.

I am drunk with you, intoxicated…

“Estoy a tus pies.”

You care not for me, but only of your own amusement.

One cannot hope to be idolized by one’s own idol.

And so it is with this in mind that I offer up sacrifice of my flesh to you,

And offer up praises in song and prose.

You will treat me brutally,

 but I will return to the temple once again.

I will kneel at your altar and ask you for more.

You send me into wild abandon,

dancing in frenzied, sensual gyrations…

Lusting evermore for you, my lover,

 to fill me with sweet surrender.

Take from me my toils, tribulations, travails…

 Take from me my pain and plight –

I will offer up orgiastic,

 orgasmic bliss and pleasure…

Dance with me into the sublime and I will envelop you with my song –

I sway in your embrace…

Celibate to man, I have been promised as the bride,

Faithful only to the one I worship tonight.

But you are not faithful to me,

And I will feel the pain of your absence,

Agonizing in the wake of your departure.

I know this,

and still I give myself to you unheedingly,

Reveling in my hedonistic pleasure.

Our love affair is a cruel one.

I might end up having to leave you for another god.

But not before I pluck you from the vine

and

drink down your sweet essence one last time,

Licking my lips lasciviously,

And I find that lust and joy are one in the same.