Yefon Isabelle's Blog

Blinding veil

I’m by the phoneWaiting for your ringLooking at the timeI don’t the sound of your ringtoneI’m palpitating but still hopingMaybe just maybeI will hear from you soonBut seconds turn to minutesAnd minutes to hours then days and weeksAnd yet you don’t give me a sign to hope for usWhat is happening?Don’t tell me, don’t make me imagineThat your heart does not beat at once with mine anymoreDo tell me... don’t make me waitTo hear your I love youAnd then I will smile again
Because your smile,
So captivating and enchanting
Melts the anger away
I forgive your every wrong
The power of your enchanting smile
That's the potion I need... 

Father took me on a hunting trip

Father took me on a hunting trip
He gave me a woven basket to hold for the entrapped game.
His rifle slung across his shoulder.
Rufous, wagged his tail excitedly,
For he knew we would have a great time.

" Make sure your boots are in order," Father warned.
" Deadly snakes crawl these lands."
He spooked me.

I feared

Across the shaky Bridge, I proved my courage
He Winks at me and whispered good girl.
"The last time we came here I had to carry you."
He mused
"I remember those days but
I am a big girl now." I countered with a shrug.

The sound of a snort welcome to us
"That's a wild boar." He whispers
Rufus whelps and it dashes away.

"What a bad boy, Rufus," Father grumbled and Rufus looked shy with guilt.

Something shuffles a few meters away.
A hare skips there
scenting vegetation.

"Silence now," Father warned

"This will surely make a descent stew."
Father beamed.

Aiming his spear in capturing jewel.
The game in the keep,

Back home, we meandered.
Surely, mother boiled potatoes
For no sooner had we arrived she left from her chair to skin the rabbit
A hot bowl of evening delicacy fumes.

 "When next do we go hunting?" I inquire eagerly,
licking the last of my meal.

"When the rabbit in your belly digests."
We all giggled. I'm sure Rufus, did too.

By Yefon Isabelle
©️ 2017

Death's design

The ancient architect weaves a ballot box
How many ways are there to die?
To him, it is an art
To design myriad ways to reap us,
Piece after piece
One by one with his scythe
Water, land air, fire
He wields to our disadvantage
From the elements we are made alive
Still, they stand as the source of our undoing
The path of return to the source


©️ Yefon Isabelle 2017

Pilgrim

PILGRIM
I am not from here
I have travelled many miles to this place
Strange place
Strange odor
Queer air
Bugs and dung
Vines and twigs
Oh, not forgetting, fleas.

What am I doing here?
Too many rocks and trees
In short, countless obstacles
My staff, shortened
Shortened by the weight of my support
The leather satchel is emptied
Of dried fruits and nuts

Grey hood of mine, heavy with mist and dust
Ached feet
Growling belly
Heavy eyelids, deprived from sleep
Knock knock rickety fingers upon the wooden door
None to answer
None to grant a wish
Warm bed, water to suit my feet…dream on.
Hot soup for my belly
Will this journey end?
But, ahead I must continue

I must reach the end
Answers surely lie there
Rest surely awaits
I am a passerby, stranger
Not from here
I seek my home
Aye may I find it soon.

Angel of mine, Soul divine

Been thinking about you all week long How I miss your warmth and smileI melt and my breath is taken away
The sincerity of your eyes as they gleam at night I simply forgive all your past transgressions
And keep loving you more and more each day.We have been apart for so longTo make it better I try to relive each moment
we've hadEvery word we uttered, I remember Every smile and each kiss, I registered I am imprisoned by your fingerprintsThe sensuality, the compassion, the loveThe whole room illuminated with our loveThere could be no mistake There is no mistake we both are in loveAnd no matter the time, distance and spaceWe will find each other again,  I forswearTo be reunited and nothing will stop us.
Your captivating aura engulfs my rationality Making me short of wordsOur bond gets stronger everyday.
Love and strength should be our guide
To make last for a lifetime.

Fever

You just had to come along
You had to come my way,You had to bring me pain and heartacheCouldn’t you just wait for a second?Why that moment?
Why couldn’t time play a trick?You had to come and destroy my lonelinessWith your one-minute presence And your one century of absence,Leaving me confused and in love Enslaved by the fingerprints youLeft on my body and memories of an hour well spent,Are you, human? Are you this cruel?Are you this cold hearted?Are you even capable of loving someone?Do you even know its meaning?Because if you did, you would never treat me this way.That one day, has arrived
I cannot take it anymore.
What I feel at this very moment is so intense.
It's like a fever, taking over my mind, and power to act rationally.
I'm quivering, shivering, shaking, and even vibrating with anger of your lack of concern. I'm temperature
Sick in the stomach, I feel  like throwing out.
I say to myself,

 “This is not love; this is something else. Its obsessive, it’s crazy. It’s too crazy. I miss him I really miss him a lot.         The fever just creeps through my whole body, It scourges out the very epicenter of my soul.It torments the weakest part of me,Even the part I think is strong.The strongest part of me weeps in painAnd I’m sore on the outside feeling this sour taste on my tongue. What is all this? I asked myself.
I hate you I hate you for making me feel this way. I once told him,  it was not good for me to be in loveBecause it became like an addiction and get obsessed.And it was happening. Fast and furious. I'm in excruciating agonySitting on my bed wondering pondering, why, why, why? Is there something wrong with me?He hasn’t called for sometime now. Why?Didn’t he like me? Doesn’t he feel the same anymore?I’m angry at him...but mostly at myself For being fooled once too many times again.Time and again history repeats it’s selfIt has almost become a pattern.Time and again I fall prey to these predators.Monsters, men.Soon I will shackle my heart with an icy lockThere would be nothing left to give anyoneAnymore.

Age of Gods

Age of Gods
Philosophical micro poetry. By Yefon Isabelle
©️ Yefon Isabelle 2017

Goodbye, ye era of a faithed people
A generation so hard-edged, wreathed and drenched with believe
A people willing to die for what they hold as truth
A place were cowardice is regarded with disdain and shun to the abysmal realm
Bravery and valor, or nothing to give forth
The days of the braves are long gone
Here present is the reign of weaklings
surrendering themselves happily to be enslaved and willingly led to the slaughter.
Living isn't surviving. Living is being without fear of perishing. Relishing everyday as if there was no tomorrow.
To survive is simply toiling not to die.
Survival is like a dungeon, existing with no purpose rather than protect a soul from itself and from others.
And a purposeless soul is a wastage of space and energy.
A piece of matter of no consequence to the greater good of being.

Monsters dwell here

The darkened skies quiet and littered with nihility.
No glittering ornaments delightfully sheltering the sheet as there usually is in days of youth and of play.
"Wake up,"
My unseen demons yell
I startle gasping. Blood pumps with utmost pressure.
"Who calls?"
The connection suddenly is lost
"Who comes through?" I quest further.
"Shush!"
The gloomy voice hushed
A deadly silence resides
What if a message attempted to make passage?
A defective intercommunication from a sage with golden knowledge to procreate to a fecund mind.
I shut my eyes once again.
Behold the disorderly twigs descending on my head. I close my eyes and fixate on the theatrical illustrations.
The ground moves
I leap
The walls start to crawl
I seal my eyes
And perceive in my mind’s eye, equations engraved in hands and tongues I never saw and ignored existed.
The manuscription on the dark sky, unfathomable.
I scry with my index fingers, grasping the remnants of the discerning words floating in a haste to fade away and disappear.
They dematerialize anyway
I sigh and dare to slumber
Only to wake up and face the same haze and demons. Same tasks and quests.  Stuck in monotonous puzzles.
These demons contend in making me awake
Thieving restful sleep from me.
I relive it without meaning or decipheration.  What is being requested of me?
Alas! I am their home.
For the seek to leave their home in no time soon.

Love like this

I have grown weary of waiting on you to cuddle me in your armsI have waited a millenia to kiss you from your lips down to your neckThen down your chest, down, and down againI waited on the clouds to turn,
so I can look deep in your eyesIn that moment of ecstasy when we play
The sacred strings of love to meThen, I will say I love you for real. While we make sweet music together. 

As the rainbow appears in the horizon,
others see colorful stripesBut all I see is your colorful smileAs the thunderbolt slashes across the sky,All I hear is the sound of your voiceAs the wind blows,
All I feel is your feathery kiss on my cheekThe drums from an occasion nearby are beatingAll I feel is your heart beatAnd as the stars in the skies All I see are your sweet dazzling sparkling eyesAnd say,  no matter how faraway we are from each other our hearts will always be together.

Nature surpassing your beauty The song I sing can’t rhyme the feelingThe time I waste is far confusing without youWe will find our place in timeA place beyond the sunA place to call our ownWere all our dreams shall come trueA place where love flows like a riverAnd the scent of roses doesn’t fade awayWe will be together once more.
At a point in time when I thought I would never fall in love againYou walked in to my life and time stood stillTime stoppedAt that moment I knew I had found my soul mateI know that you love me I feel itI feel it in my body in my boneWith every fiber in my bodyAnd baby I love you just the sameWe are star struck lovers. I've seen the prophecy Pure and undesecrated we will standLet storms come but like solidified rocksArm to arm we will stand tallWe will not fallLooking to your eyesThere is an eternity of pain caused by heartacheAnd I’m here to heal all thatLook into my soul and you will see that I am here to giveYou all the love you will ever needFor baby, today I promise to never break your heartTo love you with all the energy I have got And plead that you love me just the same.
By Yefon Isabelle

Weep not, comrades

Weep for me no more, comrades
Though sorrow flows like an unending ocean,
pain sinks like a giant boulder at the bottom of the river
Hope seems like a distant dream,
And life dangles too far from grasp
Untrustworthy soil floats rooting us no longer.
The distorted balance swings.
The woods no longer shield us from harm.
Fear lingers spreading its spore, littering the atmosphere.
The foe follows the stench.
Victory seems like a distant dream,
failure far outweighing attainment.
You harbor thoughts, questioning why antipathy, wins.
In a world were the enemy seems to burgeoning,
And the ethical, shoved into the darkest corner.
Weep not for us
Who stand yonder distant realms
Not so far, hidden but not unseen.
We weep more for the anguish of you
Left to walk the earth with monstrous
Creatures who proclaim themselves gods and feed themselves fat off the blood of the innocent.
Weep no more I say
Fire grows in bitter hearts of stone
Melting it and setting it with blitheness.
Let the steam of your fury give way to the light you shine.
It isn't day, that is the absence of dark but dark that is the absence of light and only with it, will victory prevail.
Dawn always comes no matter how long darkness lingers. And comrades, your dawn draws near.