Falling As I contemplate That blazing sun In this mysterious land The beginning of our clan Tears running up my head Some disappearing into my hair And others evaporating into thin air.
As I approach That brilliant sand I start thinking Of my years past. I see my ending Coming fast Yet I’m glad I could see This pyramid at last.
The blast Took out my breath Broken I felt at last Exhausted is my soul Yet my body Doesn’t think so. As if a puppet I stand and walk Those difficult steps And climb to the top Once again Feeling the dryness Of the land Of history Miniature years Piled up sand. Step and another As if mere initiation Questioning this incantation.
Reality Written hieroglyphs Passed down into doctrines Embellished translations Politics involved Egocentric involvement Dogma dismembered.
I’m at the top Frightening sight Sun blazingly bright Horizontal infinity Beyond sanity I say Yet What a beautiful sight.
That one second Framed into my soul To follow The fall The tears of joy As well as shock Falling again Into that beautiful sand I embrace it all. Even the blasting finale…
There is a block In my head More like a clog Somewhere in there I’ve got stories to share I can feel them I even live them I get provoked By so many emotions Exasperated By contradicting Rights and wrongs I become vexed Outraged and enraged By psychological labyrinths There is no in between I shriek and Shed some extreme Salty tears Sometimes from joy Others from bitterness That stings the essence Of existence.
Yet… They become Blurred images Due to my Word shortage And will deficiency.
Is it writer’s block? Who knows Is it procrastinating? Bet so… Even so Let’s pick up the pen And keep writing Who knows Maybe A good one will come Out of lacking words…
But today I’m thrilled I’m almost done Grooming myself To meet her.
Five hundred years Have passed by. Today She will Finally be mine Once again.
It was hard Not to show My emotions.
My restrain was My vow with Ernest Not to come close To her Until her 18th birthday so I had to keep away. Even when she came to me I had to be silent and cold. Not a good start at all. But today Will be the end Of that I’ll finally show my true self.
Leia My lovely honey eyes Frail like jasmines In full bloom With such a sweet Smell Under the moonlight.
Finally Behind this door Is my betrothed What face will she make?
I opened the door And there was Only a note “The kingdom is yours Don’t look for me Since I won’t exist anymore.”
My heart sank
I was shocked!
But I felt her presence Her unique blood That keeps us vampires From desiring only blood.
Then, I saw it. A blood stone Who? Who took her?
To go against me?! I grabbed the stone
Enraged I left the mansion. In search for my beloved.
* It was a hard time when I made this poem. I guess we always look for miracles when life seems threatened; so we search for our closest means of faith that embodies our family dogma. Yet we forget that we are the ones doing this to nature, so there is no need of miracles, just a need of consciousness and action…
The sky is baby blue There are twinkling lights in the night As if they were counting Seconds in our lives.
Flowers smell of love Rose’s petals so soft As delicate as is Gives us hope What a sight!
Kids play in the wild As if it were part of their homes Drip drops falling from above The rainy season arrives Giving us water To wash our souls.
There’s pollution in the air Calamities are astray As if they were counting Seconds in our lives.
Manufacturers smell of green They also drain their bane Water-like looks so soft As delicate as is Dear Lord! Cancer! What a sight!
We have stayed in our homes for a while Confined by this covid-19 Drip drops are falling through our skin “End of times” dogma arrives Scaring us, warning us To wash our souls.
A broken doll I have at my home It’s quite old Yet precious Unique and bold.
She looks fine When given a glance. Her eyes have become unique Compared to today’s Doll features at the mall.
One can tell Her faint smile has passed Through decades of soaked experiences As well as bright sunny days.
She seems rough to the touch Yet she’s soft and fragile Like any other doll.
There is only one thing That stings this poor doll A broken record inside her soul. She’s not able to express herself. Only broken words come out as her sound.
I’ve thought of replacing her device But then again That would change Her all.
You see She’s got the loveliest Of songs Unique to her all.
So I’ve decided To pull out that old rusty disc Polish it Fix some of the bumps And also replace Some of the broken strings.
It’s a big hassle But it’s well worth it. To give some love To that Which has been forgotten.
After finishing Putting everything in place I wound it up It was just that perfect place.
I could almost hear the words “Your faith was strong But you needed proof”… I felt the string Resonating with my heart It’s true I have felt like that I guess it’s my curiosity Always getting the best of me. I watched my classic doll All fixed up As I was hearing the song And then That part That brings redemption Into my soul “There is a blaze of light In every word It doesn’t matter Which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah”…
Just a beautiful song Coming from my quite Unique And lovely doll.
I guess It’s like advice given From my grandparents Who I’ve never known.