Blamed and shamed

in  between…in the middle
dwell a hidden desire
working nervously~against my will~

i can feel..

thousands of fibers and nerves
waiting for something that i cant give

a relief…

Oh i  just need a little…. a little time to  forget
a  women apart from yourself
a  desire

in between… in the middle

telling me to lie there
a call so strong…i cant say no…

for  you or  for the  others ~i have to ask~

where do i linger for a while
no soul
for be blaming
no feelings
for be shamed

Starry_Night_Over_the_Rhonebut i have a soul and possibly  for be blamed….

but now i stop my words for a while
or forever
my pen i know …. was not all in vain…..
a beat ~ of fears ~  holds my left hand
dont try….she  said
but i cant hear anymore

i write…..

Oh! Lady Bright!

Lady brightOh! Lady Bright

sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light

beneath~ in her tomb~
rest a lady bride

she was soft in words
and brave in love
may be God bless her
after an outrageous dead

all in asleep around her cold limbs
the flowers, the dew, the stones
all is so gelid
How Lady still blaze ?

for each insult and lies
suffered in her life

the wicked that pass by
in disguise
shed a tear and for forgiveness they sigh

Now its too late for them
lifeless in their violence
have to pass by there
and a cold tear to condemn

for the rest of their numb life

Oh! Lady Bright
how do you still shine?

The damn silent well!

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~When at age of 5 i felt in a well and kept me alive holding the walls of the pit. But the terror of the cold, dark, loneliness is inside me.
Until this morning I did not know it but spurred by a poet and friend to write a poem just all came together in my mind.
My brother saved me! ! ! !

And the damn silent well resides in me again!!!!~

 

 

 

 

what is more than feel and be afraid
when she lived inside a dark well
full of spirits unknown
what is green? what is light?
living from falling things
in your dark place
sometimes a book others times
sounds of people living their  lives
just through the wind
and lined up tiny coloured flags
above
she learned what is pray

that sound ~ through the tissue~
sang for her
sweet songs of prayers
so at now she knows what is it
Pain ~learned for herself~
Dark ~ from the well~
Pray~ from the wind~

what she can do with that?

So, she is in your gloomy  place
silently
unknown time

suddenly your blonde and curl hair
grows like the perfumed musk on the wall
and they see her for the first time
the wind was more fresh
the voices had the owner
and hands coming with faces

Hands!

what she can do with that?

I don’t know

but

out there

~she sensed~

and
long  and blonde hairs still grow
on that

damn silent well

The rat and the piece of cheese! day 4 – napowrimo

gnawing me
tiny, tiny
as a mouse to a piece of cheese
small, insistently
inside me

as if I had
sin
as if I’d blame
as if I was wrong…

there… aching…
trying to annoy me
not letting me sleep

gnawing me …
the rat and the piece of cheese
inside my chest

and Iam bursting
this feelings
here outside.Image

Blame the wind

There, between two pointed Rocks

vast plain to eyes see
a solitary man
stand still

the wind blows from the moorlands
reaches him

pretending
be her voice

fingers of death over your left shoulder

to give the bitter kiss

in the immense meadow

a solitary man
keep vigil

waiting so far
don’t seeing this view
between two worlds

where she lay

everything has to do with the wind

as it blows cold and cruel

over the relentless man

molded and carved by it.
among  the living
sculptured  man

there

embraced by memories

Now wrapped

for deadly dark souls

to give him hell

Blame the Wind!

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cut in stone

like the two rocks

at beginning of the scenes