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I will surviveIf my love is not enough,
let go of me. Please set me free.
I will survive.
If you cannot trust,
what's the point in us?
I am not just for your lust.
That is the past.
If you don't like my smile,
I will walk thousand miles.
I want to find the one who does.
If you need someone to pity you,
I bet there's plenty willing to lie to you.
I simply want to be fair and true.
If my love is not enough,
let go of me. I will survive.
HopingI wish somebody loved me,
and he would do it without any games.
I wish somebody hugged me
without secretly calling me names.
I wish one man could honestly love me,
and he would not hide things
with some false feelings; "protecting me".
I can face what the day brings.
I dream about one trustworthy guy
who would love to share his pain and joy.
I dream about watching the sky
with someone who wouldn't with me toy.
I crave for real protection,
for strong trust between the two of us,
for love abundant in imperfection,
in which no one could ever divide us.
I wonder if I am foolish and naive.
Why others desire so much control?
My heart is hurting and full of grief,
it is all taking a toll on my soul.
NeglectedWe live through our slowly flowing days and crawling nights.
Whatever has happened to our dreamed of hopes and delights?
Is it that we forgot to love? Is it something we got tired of?
Why do we sit next to each other without saying a word?
Is it that we no longer can strike the same chord?
It looks like we got each of the other bored. Oh, Lord!
Murky insideIt is dark and cloudy inside.
The windows look murky.
Is this gonna be my new hide?
Where loneliness is lurking?
What is the place I am describing?
Welcome to my frozen soul.
I am my depressions bribing.
Yes, life can taste so foul.
Why am I feeling this guilty?
Well, I am nobody's judge.
No one thinks I am filthy.
But, it doesn't help me much.
Could I wash the dirt away?
Maybe with my tears, who knows?
But I can't, I am so afraid.
Again and again... life in pain flows.
Darling, good night!I am dreaming again.
And in this dream of mine.
You hold me very close.
You hold me really tight.
You hold me with all might.
Our love is shining bright.
I believe in dreams.
I know they come true.
And they feel so right.
Your skin smells so sweet.
Your hair tickle me.
Could we this repeat?
I love your sweet smile.
When your voice whispers.
Drawing lovely pictures.
Let's make them real.
Together we can heal.
Could we make a deal?
Darling, good night!
The thiefYou have touched my heart
You have kissed my soul
You just gently smiled
All my love you stole
I have nothing left
You got me whole
There's no rest
I am so small
With no zest
Am I chasing you?Seeing you for the first time was so mesmerizing.
I could not believe you were real, you existed.
You have been way too unusual and tantalizing.
Tell me, why do I feel this lonely? All is twisted...
Talking to you gave me shivers. Oh, you were smiling.
I was surprised you wanted to spend time with me.
Unthinkable has happened, and now everything is failing.
The love is ailing. You have turned into an absentee.
I would die to save you from whatever troubles you.
My heartbeats echo with emptiness a graveyard song.
Do you still love me, or am I only chasing you?
Why should I feel broken? Why should I feel alone?
The key holeA narrow beam of light is shining through a key hole.
The light softly embraces dust while kissing the floor.
The lonely ray and myself being in a dark room, sole.
It is the magical spot here, and yet behind the door.
The door protects a stronghold, it is a place of dreams.
Behind it everything blossoms, and I am looking for a key.
I am searching everywhere. The room is empty, it screams.
There are no windows; it is murky where the light should be.
How did I get here? Who has locked me in and took the key?
What is the meaning of this place? I am feeling vexed.
I am glad at least I can see the shadows of what could be.
I place my eye in the key hole and wonder what comes next.
Poem for a treeIn a deep jungle, under a thick layer of leaves,
a little sprout took root, and grew into a little tree.
It sensed the sunshine, it had strong believes
that it is possible to reach that high, and tall be.
As it matured, it got taller, stronger, and free.
Warm sun beams were kissing its branches.
It was much easier to move and to breathe.
Great for a long thriving life were the chances.
With its huge trunk, the tree looked massive.
What a find for lumber-jacks and their axes.
To their tools the magnificent beast fell captive.
Its freedom turned into furniture and boxes.
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pink
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
ProphecyI'm traveling aboard the sands:
Traveling, trying just to understand...
Wishing I could read aloud Almighty's plan
Like an angel-gypsy would, from mortal hands
Hear the empires of the world in fright,
"God, show us mercy before might!"
Who lights the oil in darkest night,
What spark could make evil take flight?
There's too much terror, too much pain,
Don't want to pulpit-preach ever again,
What shred of comprehension can I claim?
The desire to know everything is just our stain.
See the world without somebody opening my eyes
Live a life without living a leisure of lies
Say words that myself and I can understand
Give and take without eating the palm of your hand
Make a criminal rage in an innocent street
Break a heart that can't lift itself up to its feet
Change a life that was changing on time of its own
Hurt a father, a sister, a household, a home
Drink the bile of resentment and swallow the dregs
Take the walk of shame proudly, on my battered legs
I will beat back your demons and scream out the truth
My love, I am not an abuser like YOU
Earth Doesn't Need usWe are the humans, a distinctive race
But life our planet has no need.
We rock the land outside and in,
Fueled by selfishness and greed.
Though some are driven by intentions of good,
To mend the wounds and smooth the rough.
Scaled to those opposed and dormant,
The efforts and ideals don’t prove enough.
It’s time we crack down and stand up tall,
Provide our species some clarity.
Show what we can do and what we’re doing,
Let the doubtful, destructive, and careless see.
Overlords of the food chain we hunt any and all.
For rations but also material gain.
Killing dying species for their rarity and hides,
Getting closer to wiping them out of this plane.
Nature’s prosperous, harmonious cycle of life,
What dies and what thrives is all meant to be.
Then we butt in with our trucks, trash and axes,
Breaking, staining ground, downing tree after tree.
The Earth’s own creatures just take what they must,
Humans dredge, destroy and build what they please.
Forest acres eve
My CoreMy Core
Many people who have met me wonder
What lies deep within, and beyond
The range of physical vision
A secret? A dark deed? Perhaps love
If 't were a secret, then who would I tell
We all know that secrets lie in our hearts
Unless we confess to heaven above
Well my heart has kept its toll of anger
I wrote once many years ago
That the corridors of my heart and mind ring
With the haunting echoes
Of an irate mother
Occasionally I hear my brother
So the secrets locked within heart and mind
Surface in my moments of weariness
If I could leave them all behind
And take my long needed rest
Ah then surely I would be blessed
No greater joy than peace
That lies there too
A vast warm and calm sea
With its sunny shore
Just for my love and me
A refreshing seclusion
Away from the doubt and confusion
proof of lifehuman condition
proof of life
Song of the ButterflyYou held my wings apart
watched me, flutter and shake
supspended in animation...
When you asked, when will she break?
You rubbend the dust from my wings
so I may never fly again.
Though my spirit is still not moved
and still you ask yourself, 'when'?
Your prisoner inside of a bottle
hidden for but a time.
Can your eye, discern not judgement?
Can you lead the blind?
Can you see how you've never held me?
For the lips of truth ARE my wings.
Look again, inside of your bottle - empty!
Hear the song that the butterlfy sings.
True CrimeShe was a guilty soul, damned the child she mothered;
With a heart full of love her hands had him smothered.
Sloth was his sin, for he couldn't be bothered
to Raise the nameless faceless whom he had fathered.
He lived six years a machine part with a price on his head
Until the begotten lay claim to his mangled body, dead.
His labor values to his grave, shallow in dirt;
He deteriorated his small hands for your shirt.
As the days went by, she got thinner and thinner,
She soon died from many nights without dinner.
After three years she was company enough to die alone
Because the parents have never brought her home.
Only nineteen and forced into it she had no other resort,
but to furtively sever the spine of a life to abort.
Blood spilled stemming from her lover's rejection,
Soon she joins her child in death from an infection.
Unclear is reality, life so melancholic,
to be Birthed from the womb of an alcoholic.
One day the bastard would know why Charlie was his name;
No use for love of a s
Raven and the DoveCry mercy - and remember
though locked with a key
(in this place, called memory)...
Where truth is bounty, thou can'st not run
yet it be born unto misery.
The dove flys with the raven
dark with the light;
together, they shant exist...
As the wind in the hand, face answereth to water
and the sands spill forth of the fist...
If life be like unto love without thee
than rather, I'd die this day;
my only true love, for whom I am born
through wrong choice my heart knows the grave.
As a firery arrow pierced to the heart
by this, my love awakened
to witness the cruelty engulfed in his soul
by essence, we are forsaken...
Be thou forever, therefore, vigilant!
With a steadfast eye;
Give thyself unto, 'her' care.
Let dove behold dove - through the heaven's light
THE CRYS OF HELL
should the raven be there.
AddictedDrifting along the pathway in huge circles,
the legs are shaking, almost jelly-like.
The mind working hard on life hurdles
pushes the brain to go on strike.
Both eyes, tired, cannot see for seductive light
that the sidewalk turns round and round.
Sense of direction is off, not quite right.
The being is lost, convulsing on the ground.
The mastership of vicious circle is superior;
no human soul can fight it without aid.
No one is such a gigantean solitary warrior.
Therefore, ask for help, and do not be afraid!
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