The Stage of Martyrdom: Poetry of Abi Rodriguez

© 2011 Abi Rodriguez. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 3/4/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-5129-6 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-5130-2 (dj)

ISBN: 978-1-4567-5131-9 (sc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011903695

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Contents

ANTHOLOGY IV:

The Eternal Fires Of Lust And Loss

A Meal For Three

A Song For Isolde

An Eerie Bliss

At Night She Comes To Me

Baby’s Poem

Beads of Glitter

Cynical Folly

Days Of Eden

Dear Happiness

Essence Of Calamity

Everlasting

Ghetto Gospel

He Who Heard The Whisper

Hidden Lovers For All Time

Hurt So Good

Just Beneath the Lashes

La Sonrisa Del Sol

Love On Love

Memoirs From A Cell

My T-Bear And I

My Truly Forever

Paradox

Scarlet Secrecy

She Walked, Disguised As You

The Alpha - Male

The Angels Of Blue

The Beating Abyss

The Bells Of Harley And Jane

The Breeders Of Love

The Chameleon

The Crimson Of My Misery

The Despondence Of Love

The Dissolution Of Amorosity

The Eternal Fires of Lust And Loss

The Game

The Glitz And The Glamour

The Hundred - Mile Road

The Jaded Memories

The Love-fool

The Realm Of Foolish Pride

The Show Of Lights And Laughter

The Stage of Martyrdom

The Subtleties Of Us

The Threshold Of The Drowning Smiles

The Wasted Heart

Tick Tock Torment

Tidbits

Triple 7

Twice Untitled

When The Sky Bled

White Walls Of Mundanity

Wonderland

4:15am

The Prince And His Girl Baby

ANTHOLOGY V:

The Parade Of Carnality

A Short Tall Tale

Aphrodisia

As I Lay At Night

Comes To Light

Euphoria

Hedonia

In The A.M.

Making Ecstasy

Nostalgia

On The Couch Of Many Sighs

Our Night

Shorties

Tears Of Lust

The Parade Of Carnality

The Poison Fruit

The Unnamed

Tonight

Two Tight Tails

ANTHOLOGY VI:

The Metaphysics Of You And I

A Truck Named Satire

Cherished

Dawn Of Our Ecstasy

Hymns From The Undead

Infinitely Yours

On The Coldest Night

Perpetual Romance

Regression

Reverie

Solace

The Disparity In You

The Flightless Night

The Necessary Breaths

The Plush Intimacies

The Puppeteers

The Searing Inquisition

Unbound: The Price of Freedom

Utopia

For Jillian Elizabeth Talbot;

Thank you for the time, friendship, Love, and guidance we shared, as it will always resonate within me.

And a special thanks to Alyssa Latimer, David Rosenblit,

Jose Morales, and my sister Jacqueline Viera,

- You always believed in my writing, and didn’t allow me to give up on my gift.

And to Heather Ozmun, for you have cradled my aspirations, and allowed them to flourish within a warm Love,

Which has enabled me to Live my dreams each and every day.

Author’s Note

The book you’re about to read is an insight on the great Loves I was so fortunate to have in my life, I hold nothing back, from joy, to pain, to anger, to debauchery. I hope you thoroughly enjoy my writings, and hope that in some way it can shed light on your own life, and Love. For Love is everything, it is why we Are. So when you Love hold nothing back, and regret nothing; for its how I’ve lived so blessed, at times in pain, but mostly in immense joy, knowing that I am, and have Loved, Profoundly.

So to everyone mentioned in this book, or in any of my earlier writings, I’d like to say thank you. And, whether we spent a day, five weeks, or years together as Lovers or friends, I truly Love you, and will continue to do so until my lips draw last breath, because it is for Love that I continue to Live, and Strive for greatness.

ANTHOLOGY IV:

The Eternal Fires Of Lust And Loss

The Poems in this Anthology were written between 08/30/2007, and 02/17/2011.

A Meal For Three

My stomach turns at the sight of his hand on your face,

Then again as he brushes away your hair.

You look over at me, with hopes I didn’t see,

So does it shame you now to think you may have hurt me?

But I understand, for I let this be,

When I handed the shattered pieces of my heart to thee;

Which you gripped so innocently, with youthful passion and hope,

And this time I’m the silly bloke

- who went along cluelessly.

But then again, so did he,

For he holds you now, so Lovingly;

Unaware that you tasted of me so recently.

As I lick my lips, I brush away remnants of your body,

And relive last night - when you held me ever tight.

I’m disrupted by his laugh as you pull away from his grasp,

And make your way towards me;

But I pull away suddenly,

For I imagine him inside of you, a tale I now know to be true.

As I walk away I see your sadness grow,

A side you hate to let show.

And though it pains me that we’ll soon grow apart,

I’m done with these foolish games of the heart.

- For the one I call Muse

A Song For Isolde

Her heart beats a new song for him,

And my song comes to an end.

But all too often I see her face on yours,

And Imagine her lips on mine;

As I count down these slow hours,

Which tick away tormenting time.

I seem to find peace in your arms,

As her image becomes harder to store;

I think my mind blurs her away purposely,

In order to save me from the impending pain brought upon by her memory;

So I feel away her caress, as I’m awoken by yours.

But still I fear the day that she’ll come walking back through my door,

Because I know my song for her will play until our hearts’ beat - bitter end.

Harmony.

And if that day should come, and all our Love is redone,

Will my beauty return with ‘us’?

Or will it remain as it was; simply dust?

- Inspired partly by the writing of Alyssa Latimer

- For the one I call Muse

An Eerie Bliss

Green eyes above me, and I’m going through hell;

I wish I knew the words to say these things I need to tell.

My heart stopped for a moment today,

And that’s not a euphemism or exaggeration of truth,

It’s merely what happened when my eyes caught a glimpse of you.

My lungs struggled to find air,

but without the beating of my heart, they found none;

While my mind tried to make sense of what had just gone on,

but without the pumping blood, all answers seemed wrong.

Then a car clipped my side as I was watching you move,

Could you be