~Thou ~

 

fearless is thy heart that rescued me
taking hold of me with fierce feelings

OH! Me

no stars or moon’s lighten
thou jumped on this very deep well
leaving your shade behind to be my guide

Oh! Thou

I ~love of mine~
followed what was cloudy on me
now i am crystalline  of your eyes

Oh! Me

 

thou art tiny clear trail
over me
And ~sweetly~ thou make me brightPicou,_Henri_Pierre_-_Romeo_and_Juliet

Oh! Thou

 

 

Lost words

Lost words

it seems i lost my words
cof cof, sorry …
they are hanging on a tree
and don’t matter which is the size

~the time ~

my words, my inspiration
they are leafs now
but not in autumn because they never fall on me
i see a flowering, red …beating….but not in my coeur
not in my heart, not falling down to me
just hovering over my head
Hello i am here….
cof cof

Freddy Krueger Bang day 6 napowrimo

Originally posted on Poetheart!:

i have no time to sleep
even to dream or have a nightmare
inside my head
has a knot of skeletal fractures

they talk with me and shake your bracelets
calls itself FreddySee-you-in-your-dreams-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-16217430-800-600
and whisper when i dare to fall
and bang bang i am in the floor

promising to me to turn into a Krueger flash
and another
BANG in my head
i open my eyes in suffering

~skeletal- bones~ shaking my bed
and the drums announcing FRED
make me terrified
in this painful and lonely nigh

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Reptile Heart day 5 napowrimo

Originally posted on Poetheart!:

Inspired by~
One Poet and  friend call me alligator. I think with myself, why not??? That is why we are poets……

Red_Lizard_Eye

~AReptile Heart~

beat slow and cold
inside my~ something~
what once was innocent and hot
transform itself in a torpid beast

A evolution of the species

i always knew that i was a reptile
changing colors and sharpening my claws
an alteration in my eyes
two colored orbits ~peppering ~

I spit ink to seduce
an introduction for their surrender
placid temptation in my colored lake
there ~exposed ~ in sunbathing

perfect tail and smooth paws
powering the desire to capture me
in a thrust of lust ~lips wandering through my mouth~
waiting~ patiently~ by the normal beat ….

of my reptile heart

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Cooking for you – day 4 napowrimo

Originally posted on Poetheart!:

cooking is love made visible

if I had to cooking for you
first I have to think of you

and make you special to me

but damn….expectations….

you will be my first special dish
in years…..

I would not get through the kitchen
there….oh! Just an excuse….

but i’ll be at the dining room
waiting for you….

i would open the door

with snacks and wine and one heart so tight

and a breath so contain displayed on my face

that you’ll smile….

and introduced you in my life….
and a beautiful table to delight

two candles, the old china
two glasses of wine

~ could be a Chablis~
the only one I like
as you i think….

I would ask you to choose the music
and maybe we dance

in a trance….

one of the 70 or 80

but…

i dont know if is because you are so close to me

your scent… all…

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The Souls Collector!! Day 3 napowrimo

Originally posted on Poetheart!:

~His name was sang to the four winds~

I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens

was a noise not a voice
but I was resting there
without hearing it very well
and reluctant to follow it

What is that?

from my special place i saw
some starving apparition
coming out of their stones

not sure…

and i saw even covering my eyes
grey souls coming in my direction

tattered and guided by His desire

~He was there~

covered by night
chewing those five souls

My eyes was a mirror of those pains

i shouted!!! No….

but they only could hear
the sound of the night

and still ~ in a perverse way~

~His name is sung to the four winds~

the collector of souls

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He & She 2 day napowrimo

Originally posted on Poetheart!:

nenuferes. MonetHE..
wanted a sweet reek
of honey bee
succulent, yellow, bright in those insane nights

lost in that viscous, thick liquid

he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly

prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
crimson…crimson…

mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..

but sweet at the end….

SHE

smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
acid…
water….water

diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist

the end

what that mix can be?

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