What's New In Your World?

“What’s new in your world?” Says someone to another.

“You ask what’s new in my world? You ask what’s new in mine? 

The fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,

taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky.

That’s what’s new in my world. That’s what’s new in mine. 

I say, What’s new in your world?  I told you about mine.”

“You ask what’s new in my world?  You ask what’s new in mine? 

The mountains and the rivers are all loving again,

making all the waters, all the waters dry. 

That’s what’s new in my world. That’s what’s new in mine. 

So won’t you tell me why

the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,

taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky?”

“Well, the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,

taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky,

for the angels and the demons are all quaking again,

masking oceans from the, oceans from the sky. 

The fairies and the dragons are all fighting again, because

they hate to tanta…, hate to tantalize.  That’s why

the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,

taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky. 

So won’t you tell me why

the mountains and the rivers are all loving again,

making all the waters, all the waters dry?”

“Well, The mountains and the rivers are all loving again,

making all the waters, all the waters dry,

for the flowers and the mercies are all singing again,

tasking surges to pass, surges to pass by. 

The mountains and the rivers are all loving again, because

they mate in Sambi…, mate in Sambitai. 

That’s why the mountains and the rivers are all loving again,

making all the waters, all the waters dry.”

“What’s new in your world?” Says someone to another.  “Nothing.  Nothing at all.”

MerryGoRound

You plague me

You steal my sleep

And hold me in deepest perfection

Then tear me apart

Like a used up glass

Like a fairytale in a minefield

And we go round and round and round

Like a damn merry-go-round

And I love too deeply

And you love too deeply

And we try to forget, but

Impossibility is too strong to confine

You consume    

My day my night

And bind me in passion’s emotion

Then leave me alone

Like an hour glass

Like an infant abandonment

And we go round and round and round

Like a damn merry-go-round

And I love too deeply

And you love too deeply

And we try to forget, but

Impossibility is too strong to confine

How am I supposed to walk a straight line now? After the spinning and emotional ring-around?  

It’s like a vulgar hangover that laughs in your face after too much to drink.  And we’re still spinning.

We go round and round and round and round

Like a damn merry-go-round

And I love too deeply

And you love too deeply

And we try to forget, but

Impossibility is too strong to confine

On Being at a Loss

Bright and colorless

Vibrancy in reach

Frozen in th'moment.

Torn and full taken

Dignity feels lost

No one can steal it.

Loved and desperate

Acceptance ungrasped.

Hard to understand.

Hate and forgiveness

unease and belief

Time makes you his friend.

On A Moment's Feelings

Wind whistling, Rain splashing, Tears streaming, Love wanting.

Soul searching, Trust hurting, Fear creeping, Truth burning.

Inconstant, Unnerving, Impatient, Disturbing.

Unfocused, Alarming, Approaching, Disarming.

~Joie Versaer Dantia (July 2010)

On Trust and Respect

Respect. I trusted for respect.

But I trusted ignorantly.

I trusted unwisely.

And he raped me.

Poor, foolish choices

led to stolen virginity,

and yet, it was no fault of

those choices.

It was no fault of mine.

Because those poor, foolish choices

were made out of trust.

Out of trusting for respect.

But I trusted ignorantly.

I trusted unwisely.

And he raped me.

Proud, selfish choices

let to stealing virginity,

and how, could he think it was

his choice

to take that myst'ry from me?

Because those poor, foolish choices

were made out of trust.

Out of trusting for respect.

But he took advantage of me.

I trusted unwisely.

And he raped me.

It might take a while to deal with the pain.

With the shame.

With the guilt that doesn't belong to me,

but that I carry regardless.

It might take a while to deal with the shock

With the talking

About my feelings and what actually happened,

but I will stay calm and fearless

Because my poor, foolish choices

were just that:

Poor foolish choices.

They did not sleep with chastity,

They did not grope for sex.

It was the thief. It was the thief

that took my virginity from me.

And left me disrespected.

Left me defiled.

Left me marred.

Respect. I trusted for respect.

But I trusted ignorantly.

I trusted unwisely.

And he raped me.

He raped me.
~Joie Versaer Dantia (June 2010)

On Pain and Reality

The pain,
  Oh the pain of death,
  Which trickles into souls~
      Where dusty worlds
          lie yet undiscovered,
      Where man and boy
          rock in each other's arms,
          becoming one in grief~
  Where life and death
      Become blatent reality
      And all else fades
         in worth and value~
  Where the observer looks on
      in confusion
           and in disillusionment
     searching to uncover the same
           vision of reality,
     but refusing to visit
          those same dusty worlds
          of unwanted pain
          which unlock the eyes
          and reveal reality
as it truly is.
    ~Joie Versaer Dantia (February 2010)

On Waiting

Winter, yearning for the sun
  Wades through ice and storm
With frost-bitten toes, but not
  Without reason;
Waiting for life, for flowers, for
  Water to move and caress
         Once again.
Waiting for lovers to see
      Light and beauty,
        To feel
Warmth and breeze
        To taste the dew
        To smell the freshness of the air.
To know love, and to know it well.
        To seek,
        To believe,
        To hope.
Oh, to hope and to dream
And to awaken in reality shaped as that dream.
         To kiss a butterfly's wing
and to soak up a field of flowers
         To run,
         To dance.

To be free.  To be free.

To taste the sweetness of love.
To drink in endless intimacy.
To know--Not to think--But to know.
~Joie Versaer Dantia

On Listening

Their spirits swam round me in deafening silence,
And I begged, I begged to break free.
Striving and searching and wailing and creeping
In realms that are hidden, unseen.
Confusion, confusion of time and of place
And of mind and of soul that combine
In thinking and hating and loving and seeking
In entrance of realms without time.
And I, oft alone, watch reality fight
Against cold, crying realms for desire.
But none seem to see or believe what I know
Of the spirits, silent, on fire.
~Joie Versaer Dantia

On First Kisses

I remember the first snow of winter:
A dusting on the ground and a knock at my window
Asking to come in and to show his love to me.
To kiss my cheek, my nose, my lips,
To hold me through the gloaming of moon and sun.
To admire the way I express myself.
To relax as I sing a prelude of love to him.
He came, and did, and went,
And promised to come again soon.
From the moment he went,
I could think of none else
But the gentle falling of snow,
The tap at my window,
And I wait, I wait for his return;
I wait again for ecstasy.
~Joie Versaer Dantia

On Faradror

He's a critic

     and a lover,

         A traverser from all sides,

A dissonant journeyman,

     striking chords of tension and beauty

         with each plodded step.

He fears desire,

     yet glows with passion.

He fears exposure,

     yet yearns to be free:

He's a beautiful man

     imprisoned within the

Confusing confines of contradiction.
~Joie Versaer Dantia