Episodes of Life

I

Asleep in death
I hear their call,
oil sprinkled on my hands;
arm's blood coloured white;
time rests on banks;
the music of STOP
ashore.

In a certain relief
they do appreciate
my quiet respect;
listen to the fat man
who snores;
on the grey net
he lies
pretend to decay
on his bed.

Frequencies in low tunes
shape the stripes
to waves;
his heart swallows,
when it reaches height
bathes the wounds.


II
The constant obsession
with life
creeping with jolly
distrust.

Figure of literature;
Fiction fondles us.
Lasting conspiracy.
The champagne, my golden
dragon
that bleeds with me.

Nocturnal poetess
satisfied with thee;
darkened your friends
light face.

His sweat in lungs
of innocense;
his life in grace
spent
truthful dense.


III

Do you remember
the tears I wore,
in suffocating heat.
Possible, I saw you tore
my thoughts apart.

Now, I do memorize
with sacrifices;
in circles they bleed:
Victims of our own;
at the ceiling a spy.
stalkers in light
are gone.

Dignity -
a wood so far aside
shadowed words
burn my mind;
peace: to be found
in a ring, a table, a world -
picture the round.

Why do we remember;
to find the doubt
in us.
to make this a matter of belief:
something, it always was.


IV

When this blade
slides vertically
through your wrists
reflected sun
you control.

Plants whisper;
at the end of the world
your dark figure
stoned
with desire
to find ease.

Have mercy, adorable longing.
Whitened mysterious objects
settle the blue above,
see a new world flicker.

The idea, it fades
my rhythmic moment
of poetry
out straight.

Sense those bites
beauty promised
a truth lies.


V

I wait till
the sound is gone;
Leave the moment
in peace
to know I'll never return.

(Lady of Poetry)