Wicked (His side) 15

I’ve noticed
These past few days
She often talks about this
mysterious traveler.

“You know? There was once a weak woman
who walked as fast as me
yet she was so weak
That couldn’t even hold a sword.
So hmm, I guess
This brings back old memories.”

She told me as she swung her sword
Towards my feet
Making me fall.
“Pffft”
She kept laughing
As a carefree child.
I should probably be mad
But she has this angelic smile
That I can’t even bring myself to.

As I was on the floor
All sweaty and hurt
Still thrilled to learn
How to wield a sword
And counterattack.
It made me wonder
Who was this wanderer
Which my goddess kept talking about?
She seemed so real
Yet so unreal…

“You know? There once was a woman
Who had no recollection of her past
At least not before her 25th birthday.
She was given a name after that age.
Just like you.”

That was intriguing
What kind of person
Would forget her childhood?..

We left Belgrade as it was falling into ruins
My shackles were destroyed
The moment my Lord passed away.
Turns out
She made a deal with a merchant
A life for a letter
A woman for information.

Since the receiver was dead
She went back to the citadel
To search for the thin piece of paper.
Ashamed, I had to confess
That I was close to my lord…
Closest than any other.
I who was trying to get her approval
I who wanted to be her companion.
The moment I opened my mouth
They shattered
My hopes, my dreams…
My goddess looked intrigued
But said nothing of it
And asked me what I knew.
I felt disappointed by her aloofness
Like wine stinging
At this unclosed wound.
I swallowed saliva
And cleared my throat
Then started talking.

“There was a letter my lord burned
A week ago detailing
A white human beast
Like never seen before
Strong as a hundred knights
And swift as a shooting star…”

I looked at her
And finally realized
What the letter meant.
I kept talking
Her sight never left the moon
As she was hearing every word…

“The sender mentioned to be careful
Not to be greedy for it’s power
That running water should be kept as is.
My lord was confused
By the letter merchant Lupu Neacşu sent
And decided to burn any trace of their dealings.”

When I finished.
She seemed relieved
And looked at me
Smiling as if feeling nostalgic.

“Well, I don’t like 66
And I bet
Your mother would of loved
Another name.
So let me think…
You know?
I have so many questions
But I will leave them for another time.
So let’s see…
Did you know
That you are unique in this world?
You’ve got 3 types of rare bloods in you.
You were not supposed to be born.”

I was astonished at what I heard.
I knew I was weird
Since I heal quick
Don’t have strength
Since my lord
Never let me out of his sight
So training was out of the question.
But maybe…

“So hmm you are like a gift hmm
And your dad was a very unique character
Ugh, I swear
If I knew he would die abandoning you…”

She seemed frustrated
As she was stroking her hair.
And I…
I looked at the floor
With
mixed feelings.
I had never heard of my dad
Or mom
She seems so young
How could she know of them?
It didn’t make sense…

“You were trully a gift to them
Don’t ever forget that.
HA! I got it!
MATHEW
So you won’t forget
You are trully a gift from god.”

She smiled proudly
And gave me comfort
By patting my shoulder.
And I started sobbing
Uncontrollably
To the life I am starting
To my new beginning
Thanks to my goddess
I finally feel
Like I belong in this world…

Wicked 14 (His side)

Finally
After six months of torture
Today I will finally get to see her.

I’m nervous…
This feeling reminds me
Of when I first saw her
On that rainy day
500 years ago.

My beam of pure light
The glory of my life

There she stood
Looking at me
While her clothes and bearing
Resembled a dark winter storm
Her skin was white as the snow
Such a thrilling and beautiful soul
Surrounded by a scarlet field
The siege of Belgrade.

I was surrendered at her feet
Not by fear
I’ve been a slave for many years
The horrors I had to deal through
All of those years
Can not compare to the loss
Of my lord who was killed by Suleiman.

No, this is not fear
This is my desire to be her shield
Her spear…

It was out of my control
I just felt my heart racing
Everything else was blurry
Heat invaded my calm demeanor.
Seems like I knew her
Yet it was my first time seeing her.

The sound of her voice
Waves entering my ears
Ecstasy resonating
Through my veins.

“This is a nostalgic smell
You’re that baby boy,
Your mother….”

She looked pained
I wanted to embrace her
And say, everything is ok…

“She would be
So happy to know
You are alive…”

She tilted her head
It reminded me of an owl
A beautiful and majestic
One at that.

“A bit messy, but alive.
So what is your name?”

Her smile welcomed me
A slave barely surviving a war
I wanted to tell her my everything
Yet I am a mere number
I became aware of my self.
Trembling I said,
“I… I am number 66.”
I was ashamed
My heart throbbed uncontrollably.

“Hmm, very well follow me
I will find a proper name
To her son.
And you are no longer a slave
It is your choice.
If you want to follow me
Hear my say
If not let’s part ways.”

She started walking away
dignified with her sword at bay.
On guard just in case…

My goddess of destruction
As well as of creation
I followed her…

Forbidden Path

A Forbidden path
She took in her past

A drunken dog
Is barking at her door
After not finding the keyhole
Howling
came from the freaking wolf.

Pity
the neighbors felt
After a few months of separation
An empty house
Is now making noise
He is now outside his home
While the girl
Doesn’t open her door

But they don’t know
Today was a day of reconciliation
He is celebrating, I suppose…

But not for her
Today was the first day
Of their last chance.

Today marked their reunion
Today was a new beginning
Forgetting his past adventures
His grotesque words
Even his lack of responsibility.

She tried not to step
On the forbidden path.
She did her best
To be against all odds.

Her aunts, her friends
They all were against divorce.
That forbidden path
Too uncanny for this girl.

She’s portrayed as cold blooded
With almost no loving.
House wrecker
And soul sucking…

As for her
A darken veil of hypocrisy
Is all she sees
Hatred for the adventurer
Disappointment from the sweet talker.

Divroce is all she thinks
Forbiden path it appears
She doesn’t care
Loosing all kinds of friends
Freedom is what she seeks
Peace away from that mess.

She opens that door
While carrying her son
With a suitcase on her back
Today was the last chance
This is goodbye
Carry on forbidden path.

Soap not Soap Opera

My soul
Has tasted dirty waters
Of the unconscious leaders.
There is a need of soap
to wash it away
Not this soap opera
That’s filling our minds.

A soap with the aroma of love
With the texture to exfoliate
The impurities of hate
Leaving our minds
With empathy and resilience.

Let there be peace
Let there be joy
Let others be alive
Let’s recognize
Lets mourn those lives.
And above all
Let’s keep
ourselves safe.

Finally free

As she was saying goodbye
The car kept moving
Her eyes kept drifting
To the past memories
The knot in her throat
Asphyxiated her soul
Barely twelve
And she’s set her goal.

“It’s finally here,
I’ve waited for twelve years
I’m finally free!
Free from him
Free from them
Free from those shackles.”

Tears ran down her face
As if shedding her fears
Leaving behind that fake
And dark world.

“My body
finally belongs to me
Not another day
Will I have to say ok
I’m finally…”

She closed her wet honey eyes
And knocked her head on the window
As if knocking monsters away.
Sighed, cleaned her face
And with determination
Faced her future ahead.

Ruleta Existencial

En estos días
Que aislados estamos
He jugado a la ruleta
Con la existencia
Ha sido un sin fin
De disparates
Hasta he apostado
Con la misma vida
Hemos quedado
Que a la quinta
es la vencida
Hasta ahorita
Ha sido todo
un gran empate.

Cuatro ganadas
Y cuatro perdidas
Susto escalofriante
Tras suspiro aliviante.

Hemos tocado
El mas grande debate.

Quien soy?
Rosa blanca
Según el latín
El muy parlanchín.

Pero quien soy?
Ahí si que…
No se que decir.

De donde provengo?
De Asia, de Francia
De apache y mestizo
Según el elixir
Liquido rojizo
Que corre en mi.
Pero
de donde provengo?
Solo El creador
puede saberlo.

Y a donde voy?
Hacia la gloria infinita
Tal vez no de santita
Pero tan siquiera
Ya de difuntita
Ahí denme la chancita.

Y por supuesto
La ultima daga
La mas afilada
Y a la vez
la mas abnegada
Estoy viva?
Hmmm

Today

My head is nowhere to be found
My heart is deep in the dark
Probably even beyond that.

Today marks the day
That you left me behind in dismay
Today is that day
In which I left that rope sail away.
Yes, today my heart is sizzling
With salty invisible bubbles.

Even though tomorrow
will be just a wave
Today the density of it
Is purely asphyxiating as hell.

Tomorrow will be of the past
Yet today my heart
Has been shred into dust.
Today part of my body
Has been turned black
Today part of my blood
Has dried to the core.
Yes, today I lost
Yes, today I burst
Whats, hows, whys, whens
They seem too surreal
To me now.

Yes, I turn my back
to that part of me
To that sizzling fire
To that freaking chaos
To that insecurity
To that part of my heart
That made me shed
trillions of tears.

Yes, I have lost myself
Yes, I have lost that part as well
Nothing will be the same
Nothing at all
Nothing….

Hurricane (memories)

Galileo Galilei what a great name
But the one I must talk today
Is about the Galileo huracane.

We were shut at our house
And our visitors were refugees
My little kitty left for the day
And crying I was there
My old other kitty
A lady to the top
With purring and caresing
All the way to my nose
Took away my sadness
And we waited for our furry friend.
The wind, rain and thunder
Gave me a scare
However, with this little lady
My day went flying away.

After the doom was past
Drapped to the soles
While miawing with all its lungs
The little kitty came back to my door.
So lady and I as well ran to the door
To welcome our little wet furry friend
With all our love.

Our friends left for the day
To find their houses
Demolished by the hurricane.
Family and friends
Together gave a hand
To build up a house
After this great tempestad.

Once again love prevails
Our friends without a house
Are now with one
That’s when one sees
The humble and greatness in people.

During devastation
We always get together
And once again
The sun comes out of desperation.

Arcana, The Story Behind

In the depths of despair

Thy flame becomes fair

And thy child with wings

Becomes a mortal in earth

But the knowledge of self

That is, within retained.

Once sixty lashes proceed

And the flame becomes complete

Then the one with seventy names

And the healer will once again

In heaven remain

As the prince of the world,

And as the protector of the unborn.

For each lash

10 years have passed

Six wings became three pairs

One shall be only in dreams

In the world, the boy shall exist

As for the last pair of wings

Only true love will know where it is.

Nonetheless till the girl appears

Ageless will be, the ancient of days

Moving from place to place

As for the twin         

The same path shall be seen

The one with the knowledge

In earth shall strive

As for the one in dreams

Till she appears

His memory in darkness shall remain.

Océano

Si el océano estuviera en el cielo
Las gotas de agua se levantarían del suelo
Formando un destello en pleno movimiento
Las olas sonarían sin cesar cada día
Y tal vez, solo tal vez, me conformaría si una vistazo de ti por día robaría.
Bello marinero que solo entre sueños te veo
Navegas a lo lejos y solo tu silueta esta entre mis dedos.
Si solo el cielo fuera el océano y tu navegaras sobre mi cabeza, segura estaría que día a día como girasol
Hacia ti miraría.
Y, si el océano fuera el cielo
Y la brisa tocase mi cuerpo
Creería que es tu caricia, que tanto anhelo
Aunque solo sea como un cuento.
Si tan solo,
el océano estuviera en el cielo