Saint Love

Benedictum Est!Saint Love posed his hands on mine
and ripped out all my clothes
without special attention
my inner thighs , my hair
all wrapped in a scent of cigarette

and carelessness

touched by a saint kiss
my breast my hips
every night as a clock

I wanted to ask if that is forever
As all Saints say YES

when the time would stop
before fiery love consume on me

But Saint Love shut out my mouth
with saint hands
~tied me up~
and all started again

until my tears and supplications
~kneeling over him~
were just past tense

The Witch

Now i know…. after read and reread the messages
I discovered that my fear is to be rejected

Not dont to be loved. But Rejection.
In many ways…
You know that first of me …
you raised the veil … The veil of Isis

I think i fear too much in life
the darkness with silence
where i can see and hear
the place they want to lure me

I am a damned machine
A Damned X ray machine
that never was awake for this
that never could accept it

But always running

I can predict the future of them
i can see what they did
And what they really want
the lies, the hate….
when they are gentle

and i can understand why

But it is a cursed life
stare your son on his eyes and see
what is the next step or how to flee
inside a boyfriend`s eyes
and see the tiny light, trembling
with weak efforts

They say I am your friend
and the machine starts
to pull out the truth

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I Know … secretly … but i cant tell
and i can`t believe on me
If i believe i`ll never love anyone anymore
on this beautiful world
Because it is… And that sounds so huge above me

This is a perfect World Poetess

but my love is short
and when happens it opens
a wounds on others
my vision is long
my mouth always closed

I just need close my eyes

after all this vision that you gave me
and dont see anymore from anyone
and knowing from the deep of my heart
that i am a damned witch

“Dead Asleep”


"William's Window"

Dead Asleep - ©

As I lay here, on my bed,
Wide awake, but yet asleep.

On the floor,
An apple core,
An open door,
There is no more.

All alone, within my room,
A window sill, a door it creaks.
Am I dreaming, I’m awake,
Just lying here, a top my sheets?

There screams a crow,
Along a shore,
No one knows,
Why no more.

A lonely trail,
A line of trees,
A lizards tail,
And winter breeze.

A single bike,
An empty town,
A moonlit night,
Nowhere a sound.

In the distance, rings a bell,
Pulling me, from in my sleep.
A rippling creek, a river bank,
A mountain top, a flock of sheep.

In my head,
There it’s said,
With this thread,
Your soul I’ll shed.

A feather falls, a candles’ lit,
A blinding light, A soothing heat.
There again, a voice it says,
Make no mistake, it’s what you reap.

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