Biography of Mabel Akena
There castles i build, citadels that i destroy with the wave of my pen and the power of my thought.
who would not want to posses such power? so i write, i create, i destroy, i mend, I Soothe.......all with the wave of a pen.
i bid you join me
Mabel Akena Poems
On Nights Such As These
on nights such as these, when the sky, by but grey clouds only covered and darkness strings all around in its boundless hands.
The Orchid On The Floor
The door slams, I dare not turn I need not move. I stand as still as the wind And the memories flood back.
kiss me, so I may kiss you back so I may quench the memory of your lips on mine, reaffirm your taste, feel the security of your embrace the familiarity of your warmth
How strange it is, this madness I feel How I long to make it last But it must be gone from me Like a euphoric dream,
walk with me along this lonesome path that flower's line on both sides as the sun caresses their delicate petals sing to me upon this treacherous trek, that your voice may be engraved in my mind and the sound of your breathing an unforgettable flute that lulls my humming pulse
The rain has poured and the wind has blown Yet from my heart this doubts are neither Washed nor blown away.
my lonesome heart's cry, once more fills the empty room, my mistaken divulgence from the expected, an unfortunate yet unforgettable lesson, like voices from the walls that surround me
My Knight In Battered Armour
I am a maiden upon a treacherous path searching in earnest for my knight I seek not shinning silver armour, that glistens in the sun nor glorious stallions, in all their vivacious gallop to victory
My Immortal Quest
There times when I feel like I have known this soul before, known his face with its ridges and lines, committed it to a long lost memory, engraved in the unreachable depth's of my soul,
Wondrous things I hold in this bag, Memories of days gone Past that captivates and still has the power to hold me fast, exhilarate
My Crystal Fountain
Let my crystal fountain tumble like sulphur And burn impressions into the ground Whence I stand, When words have failed me
My Crystal Fountain
Let my crystal fountain tumble like sulphur
And burn impressions into the ground
Whence I stand,
When words have failed me
And emotions deserted me.
And all's left is but this salty lake
That flows upon my visage,