"Impostor"

Stuck on sensory memories
Fall victim to its imposer at the sound of a pluck
lost in an idealized notion of universal love
Corrupt in the process of ideas
lost in the ideas
lost in the its fluff
lost in the propaganda of awareness
Impostor
Treading on notions of intelligence...but
oh how clever... Impostor
Decorated in embroidered details
of jargon..of antic rhetoric.
Impostor
for corrupt intelligence deems only
pseudo philosophies
packaged for the weak
packaged for fools
The glowing eye
beyond the coupled mountains
calls out for givers
lost in the notion of will
the takers align with gold in their hands
Impostor
Though clarity may present itself
for progress
the organism of habit and memory
still weeps in the sight of impostors
No need for questions and answers
Impostors know not the consequence
of force only the bite that satisfy.

IN Awareness
Aaza

"Down by the Bayou" Poem by Aaza aka Arabelle Clitandre

Down by the bayou
There ain’t much that you can do
But Rattle away that ghost inside
Just make sure you stay alive

That man in black walking ahead
Holding that stick, that’s driped in red
Says you dare not look away
Cuz the ghost inside, it wants to play

Your’re in the shadow now
Wiping the sweat from your brow
They say Its easier to forget the pain
They know Its harder to ignore the rain

Sinking slowly in the muddy sand
Stretching hard for just a strand
They say that man is but a grain
That walks along a path that’s stained

That man he grins and watch you sink
You hold your breath but you wont blink
The only thing you hold on to
That stare that dares to see it through

Down by the bayou
They call they laugh they tug at you
They say you’re weak they say you’re blue
They say the moon’s got a hold on you

You crawl your way out to a rock
You bleed you scream your body in shock
But what they knew that you now know
What they gave you, that you now sew

The earth, the skin, the blood within
The air, the glow, the shadows below
They move in circles, in quarks and quantum
They live only because we thought them

consciousness is a powerful tool
Aaza

Can't you see i'm tired...pt 1

can't you see i'm tired...
i've been dragging my sorrows in a brown paper bag
but the bag ain't strong enough to keep them in.
They keep falling through a hole that i can't sew back up.
maybe i don't want to sew it back up.
Can't you see I'm tired of carying this bag.
it got so heavy and my shoulder feel like its breaking.

but...maybe its cuz of the floor...thats where
i've been resting my body these nights.
bed too big ... bed too cold.
have dreams i scream to get out of.
can't even escape there.
mind can't rest...tryna to make sense of these damn sorrows.
Them sorrows in my bag.
just can't make out the power they have over me.
they're so heavy...that hole is getting bigger.
Bag not strong enough.
shit.... hole ain't big enough.

Can't you see im tired.
its been years since i last felt any sense of mental peace.
the ramblings... ever been in a room alone and feeling like
your mind getting ready to explode cuz it wont leave you be ?
thats them sorrows.
pulling and tugging at the core of of every string of your being.
not letting go for one second. One fucking second.
them sorrows torture you in your dreams... they laugh, they mock
they tug, they pull...make you scream yourself out of your dream.
heart beats fast, eyes wont stop moving, looking around, making sure
you still where you left your conscious... cuz that fucking dream dun scared
you so much you don't want to go there no more... them sorrows...
bags getting heavy.... how much more can it hold before it splits
completely open, leaving me to deal with the shit i spilled.

open your eyes to heal thyself.
Peace and Understanding
Aaza

"That Stare"

I don't care if i never see him again...
A stare from him will last a lifetime.
For a few seconds in time, i was enraptured in a
glance of desire with a journeyman that crossed my path for a only
an hour if less...
He devoured me in those few seconds of dual
solitude, where he only saw me
and i only saw we.
He titillated my senses,
awakening a magnetic force that laid dormant for only the universe knows when.
And i could not help but fall victim to the powers that awakened me.
For those few seconds in time, i was submissive to his stare.
"Do what you want with me"
is what my eyes declared.
"Take me in these few moments in time and make me your
pupil of want.. take my desire for you and
mold me whole to your liking, I'll be your masterpiece
tormenting for hours to years over the scent
of your skin.
Make me a flower in spring
and I will breath you deep within......
for just a few seconds in time"

To Tristan.... One who dared to stare for a few seconds in time

Open your eyes to new beginnings.
Aaza

A BRIEF THOUGHT

I suffer, I cry, I smile, I enjoy your company, i am saddened in my lonliness. I dislike, I love, I scream in anger, I laugh in the joy of my being. I run away, I walk towards the colors of my rainbow. I cry, I smile, I cry, I smile, I cry, I smile. I've outgrown one pain to encounter another and yet i've perfected the tasks at hand and so I.... am.... PERFECT.


Open your mind to your perfection.
Peace and Understanding
Aaza

A BRIEF THOUGHT

I've come to a point in my transient state of understanding that the one truism in life is that all things do pass. This philosophy is sometimes overlooked, disregarded and taken for granted once we are in our pit of dispair. But what is also true is that dispair is a catalyst for change. Despair remains, always, in life... but what will not remain, are the affects of such despair on your state of mind for you will have past the test and progressed to a new challenge... This my friend, is an infinite cycle.

Open your mind to the endless possibilities of change.
Peace and Understanding
Aaza