Poem for a Victim Woman
This Universe I want to describe this universe.
I want to say that I found it absolutely useless, More useless than the green hidden In the fecundity Of those flowers without petals, More frightening Than a snake Uselessly writhing Near the petrified image Of the Medusa, And more painful Than any frightening funeral kiss, But much more higher Than my thirst for knowledge, And much more deeper Than the whole ignorance, And much more profound Than the whole existence, And much more real Than all the truths I know, But never much more brighter Than the Divine Knowledge, And never missing much more happiness Than sadness misses.
And never much more fundamental Than love.
Poem for a Victim Woman Your life with him was a real horrendous prolongation of a sad wishful thinking waiting to spew out his whole stupendous spiral of love, and much more, waiting to carve his icy bloody memory on some wave-washed wet shores of your mind.
All had transpired as a sad part of this numb reality has truly died.
That invisible wall between you both had been merely built of hip-thrusts, until finally, you awoke alone as after a horrid dream instead of love.
With a bloodshot eye and a fatigued bone, You understood your anxieties and confusions.
The wind of change waved down your moldy dreams.
You lost your hope, being under delusions, even you could survive as well as a golden oldie.
You've been told that nothing good may happen after a crude awakening in your deep life abyss.
His sense of life meant only power and rapine, And reality still contorts and deforms your bliss.
''What could have been'' remains a never ending effort to be yourself again.
You still hope to survive within your lackluster woman structure, pretending that your unique dream of pure love is still alive.
Still Loving You Down your thoughts I traveled, until I met you conjured up by salty memories and waiting for my love as you had waited your kite to fly high up into the sky of your childhood.
Your dreams were melting like ice in my arms.
My kisses rushed to meet your dreams.
I was a surfer riding on the crest of your needs to save this life growing within my own body never everlasting forever, but being forever.
I saw a happiness coming to us as I saw the sadness chains disappearing in the distance irreversibly.
We sewed our secrets inside.
It was our first true.
Having love in our eyes, we searched the divine.
I want to say that I found it absolutely useless, More useless than the green hidden In the fecundity Of those flowers without petals, More frightening Than a snake Uselessly writhing Near the petrified image Of the Medusa, And more painful Than any frightening funeral kiss, But much more higher Than my thirst for knowledge, And much more deeper Than the whole ignorance, And much more profound Than the whole existence, And much more real Than all the truths I know, But never much more brighter Than the Divine Knowledge, And never missing much more happiness Than sadness misses.
And never much more fundamental Than love.
Poem for a Victim Woman Your life with him was a real horrendous prolongation of a sad wishful thinking waiting to spew out his whole stupendous spiral of love, and much more, waiting to carve his icy bloody memory on some wave-washed wet shores of your mind.
All had transpired as a sad part of this numb reality has truly died.
That invisible wall between you both had been merely built of hip-thrusts, until finally, you awoke alone as after a horrid dream instead of love.
With a bloodshot eye and a fatigued bone, You understood your anxieties and confusions.
The wind of change waved down your moldy dreams.
You lost your hope, being under delusions, even you could survive as well as a golden oldie.
You've been told that nothing good may happen after a crude awakening in your deep life abyss.
His sense of life meant only power and rapine, And reality still contorts and deforms your bliss.
''What could have been'' remains a never ending effort to be yourself again.
You still hope to survive within your lackluster woman structure, pretending that your unique dream of pure love is still alive.
Still Loving You Down your thoughts I traveled, until I met you conjured up by salty memories and waiting for my love as you had waited your kite to fly high up into the sky of your childhood.
Your dreams were melting like ice in my arms.
My kisses rushed to meet your dreams.
I was a surfer riding on the crest of your needs to save this life growing within my own body never everlasting forever, but being forever.
I saw a happiness coming to us as I saw the sadness chains disappearing in the distance irreversibly.
We sewed our secrets inside.
It was our first true.
Having love in our eyes, we searched the divine.