Friday, December 28, 2012

The 13th Moon...

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Slowly it starts 
the first shadows run 
to chase away the last ray of light
I swim into a lake of silence
I dont want to talk
I feel it coming
I feel it getting closer
cold and heartless, the 13th moon

people around me notice that I become restless
but they try to ignore a chill down their spine
the annoying feeling that they get 
when i look into their eyes
smelling their fear

I feel it coming, the 13th moon...
I turn my eyes up towards the night sky
when it starts rising behind the mountain
sliding over the black veil of the dark
I stand between heaven and earth
suspended between good and evil
a beast waiting for the hunt
and the joy of the blood flowing 
in silver waves


My mouth has the taste of iron
my tongue a sword
a heart beat hesitates inside my chest
I breathe 
like i am fighting to stay alive in this world 
while waiting for the other
my mind falls into the Black of your Abyss

It holds me in its spell, the 13th moon
tormented flesh seaks freedom in the Wild
divided in two, my other self runs
screaming out your name
no more me
but another
under the 13th moon....

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Fragment from an Angel Story

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 - ..."I raise my eyes and look around
divine assembly in holy ground
My fellow angels, pray you, hear
before you send me out of here
i know my crime, am here  to tell
and take me straight to flames of Hell
where Devils will devour my soul
forever with their fiery coal

inspite of Heaven's law above
i broke my vows and fell in love
the mortal that i was to guard
enslaved my light and stole my heart


I've watched him come into this world
a fragile flesh with crime so old
already written on his face~~
men always were a sinful race

i've cried so many times unseen
when he was running into sin
with love i always did protect
this child of pain, his intellect
his soul was wandering here and there
most time in darknes, seldom fair
inspite of all his troubled swings
i covered him with loving wings



My time is running out, i see
that broken hourglass counts its fee
and now my God, last chance you say,
to let this mortal run his way
on to his fate that has been sealed
in deeds his destiny revealed

My angel heart stands cut in two
between my God and that man who
made me with all his fragile heart
to sacrifice my holy part..
give me one day of life with him
and take away tomorrow
and i will gladly face all Hell
the eternity of Sorrow"

 - "...The clock strikes Midnight,
It is time,
give up the man, repent your crime
and take again immortal place
into our God's eternal grace..."

The sound of cracking wings was cold
her silver blood, her pain untold
but oh, the smile upon her face
lighted all heaven's holy place
she smiled so peaceful, nothing said,
inside her heart the choice was made
bleeding she walked from heaven's door
never to come back there, no more...

Friday, December 21, 2012

In flames

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Your mouth
full of strawberries
you hold my face inside your palms
your fingers form gently
hearts upon my cheeks
around my lips
i shiver inside
i wonder
how you know
to cast away my shadows
so sweet
so warm
we melt
in each other's arms
sugar
honey
you cover me with clouds
incense burning
you entering my kingdom
make my every sigh
a song,
our flesh
ignites,
our minds
mingle,
our souls fly,
my love,
i become clay
in your hands
the iris in your eyes
the breath on your lips
as we float
you silence my cries
you drink my tears
you hold me
I am
your laughter
your desire
you let me touch your chest
so i can lay there silent, listening
to your palpitating heart
that slowly burns
  in flames...

Sitting alone

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sitting alone
the moon witnessed my sorrow
naked
my empty arms suddenly full
with falling stars whispering your name...

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The sinner saint

Thomas Cooper Gotch (1854-1931) Monseigneur Love 
I am a pilgrim of your heart
pining  pilgrim of your pain
You have curved your story on my body
the way you walked the tortured path 
of Hell on this earth
through fire and tears
and your repented soul

all your forgivven sins written across your skin in blood
when i hold you
I read your scars in the dark
one by one 
touching softly with my fingers
so I dont hurt you
like a palimpsest
wrapped in spider's web and mist
a map of lost Innocence
with mountains of Sorrow
and valleys of Deliverance

Oh my sinner saint
forgive me
for I have loved you so much
throw me into the dark water of your soul
when the Angel strikes
for I have no one else to heal me
burn me like incense
melt me like ice
inside your holy flames

Here I am, wearing only the sad dress of my Soul
heavy from all these years of wandering
in the desert of a forsaken life
I come to you 
I kiss your wounds 
inflicted from the bitter arrows of this world
always open
tasting your sacrificed blood on my lips

Oh...wash away my guilts and my crimes

in the name of your Love

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Your star..


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I am a star
that knocks upon your wooden door
when in your heart
love's rusted clock strikes midnight

my shining kiss
will be your comfort evermore
all winter nights
under the pale blue moonlight

do not be fooled
its not the wind across the woods
do not be fooled
chase off your ghosts of twilight

i am your star
dont miss my knocking on your door
open your arms
and bathe your soul in my Light...

Sunday, December 9, 2012

"The Foolish Fir-Tree" a Christmas poem by Henry Van Dyke

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A Little fir grew in the midst of the wood
Contented and happy, as young trees should.
His body was straight and his boughs were clean;
And summer and winter the bountiful sheen
Of his needles bedecked him, from top to root,
In a beautiful, all-the-year, evergreen suit.

But a trouble came into his heart one day,
When he saw that the other trees were gay
In the wonderful raiment that summer weaves
Of manifold shapes and kinds of leaves:
He looked at his needles so stiff and small,
And thought that his dress was the poorest of all.
Then jealousy clouded the little tree's mind,
And he said to himself, "It was not very kind
"To give such an ugly old dress to a tree!
"If the fays of the forest would only ask me,
"I'd tell them how I should like to be dressed,
"In a garment of gold, to bedazzle the rest!"
So he fell asleep, but his dreams were bad.
When he woke in the morning, his heart was glad;
For every leaf that his boughs could hold
Was made of the brightest beaten gold.
I tell you, children, the tree was proud;
He was something above the common crowd;
And he tinkled his leaves, as if he would say
To a peddler who happened to pass that way,
"Just look at me! don't you think I am fine?
"And wouldn't you like such a dress as mine?"
"Oh, yes!" said the man, "and I really guess
I must fill my pack with your beautiful dress."
So he picked the golden leaves with care,
And left the little tree shivering there.

"Oh, why did I wish for golden leaves?"
The fir-tree said, "I forgot that thieves
"Would be sure to rob me in passing by.
"If the fairies would give me another try,
"I'd wish for something that cost much less,
"And be satisfied with glass for my dress!"
Then he fell asleep; and, just as before,
The fairies granted his wish once more.
When the night was gone, and the sun rose clear,
The tree was a crystal chandelier;
And it seemed, as he stood in the morning light,
That his branches were covered with jewels bright.
"Aha!" said the tree. "This is something great!"
And he held himself up, very proud and straight;
But a rude young wind through the forest dashed,
In a reckless temper, and quickly smashed
The delicate leaves. With a clashing sound
They broke into pieces and fell on the ground,
Like a silvery, shimmering shower of hail,
And the tree stood naked and bare to the gale.

Then his heart was sad; and he cried, "Alas
"For my beautiful leaves of shining glass!
"Perhaps I have made another mistake
"In choosing a dress so easy to break.
"If the fairies only would hear me again
"I'd ask them for something both pretty and plain:
"It wouldn't cost much to grant my request,
"In leaves of green lettuce I'd like to be dressed!"
By this time the fairies were laughing, I know;
But they gave him his wish in a second; and so
With leaves of green lettuce, all tender and sweet,
The tree was arrayed, from his head to his feet.
"I knew it!" he cried, "I was sure I could find
"The sort of a suit that would be to my mind.
"There's none of the trees has a prettier dress,
"And none as attractive as I am, I guess."
But a goat, who was taking an afternoon walk,
By chance overheard the fir-tree's talk.
So he came up close for a nearer view;
"My salad!" he bleated, "I think so too!
"You're the most attractive kind of a tree,
"And I want your leaves for my five-o'clock tea."
So he ate them all without saying grace,
And walked away with a grin on his face;
While the little tree stood in the twilight dim,
With never a leaf on a single limb.

Then he sighed and groaned; but his voice was weak
He was so ashamed that he could not speak.
He knew at last that he had been a fool,
To think of breaking the forest rule,
And choosing a dress himself to please,
Because he envied the other trees.
But it couldn't be helped, it was now too late,
He must make up his mind to a leafless fate!
So he let himself sink in a slumber deep,
But he moaned and he tossed in his troubled sleep,
Till the morning touched him with joyful beam,
And he woke to find it was all a dream.
For there in his evergreen dress he stood,
A pointed fir in the midst of the wood!
His branches were sweet with the balsam smell,
His needles were green when the white snow fell.
And always contented and happy was he,
The very best kind of a Christmas tree.

Monday, December 3, 2012

This Is My Heart

photo by @luyu 



This is my heart
Most days it beats
Measuring time in sun rays
and old forgotten love songs
When darkness comes
My heart listens to the rain 
dripping like a half broken hourglass
 that misses seconds and minutes 
marking Absence with longing

This is my heart
For every fallen leaf
For every hidden thorn
for every tear that flows
for all the goodbye's and hello's
It blossoms forth
in the middle of your soul
and i cannot stop it
singing a winter night's song
red and gold
and i cannot stop it
soft like Angel's wings
fragile like many precious  secret things
just a whisper around you 
a halo that dims
the luminescent dust of broken dreams


your eternal twin reflection
on the secret shore 
of Love
always together
never apart

This,
is 
my
heart...