Martas poems

Monday, January 6, 2020

Love is

W e ep not for love lost, for once found, if true, love cannot be lost. Weep for the one that left love, now self-betrayed, who has passed from light to darkness and sees it not. One small light which surrenders to darkness, becomes part of the whole of darkness. Love is not love of only one, love is life itself. It will not cringe when turned from nor plead for things now passed, for it renews itself with each passing moon. Weep not, for love is and will always be Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Free...

I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, awaiting the darkness to descend on it again, but some how I know, that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe their destiny to meet. So I hurry down to the beach... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

PLease forgive this note I posted two times today The latest one is the continuation of the shorter previous one that begins:" I will hold your hand in the morning" Please read that one first and the latest post last Thanks and Im so sorry Its a little crazy but it has been a while since I posted lol Sign in to see full entry.

W hen noon comes and shadows dissapear, and the pavement burns, so will my heart burn my doubts will evaporate. my thoughts turn, I will feel the power of your love in the realization that you are changing my life, not only by satiating my needs, but also by showing me that the path to Truth is through my self. And I will hang on to your hand, because every fiber in my being will tell me that its my destiny to do so. I will believe in your love even if I can not see reality in your words just... Sign in to see full entry.

I will hold your hand in the morning and let you guide me into a bright new day and through the soft rays of the raising sun I will walk with you... and pray Enchanted by the marvel of your love I will shade my eyes from the light of your soul as I do from the sun itself and instead of being blinded by its glow I will relish the subtle tones of pink and blue that color my life, since I have you Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 29, 2019

How I love this time of the night

H ow I love this time of the night, so quiet, separate from the rest of the world, when I sense the earth begin to slow its turning and feel my body, pressing down into silky cool white sheets, each move creating a soft touch, here and there. Silently, my mind caresses me, trying to let go of the pressures of the day and as I recount my blessings, I feel it, a strange sense of loss, of want, of knowing that I need what I do not yet know and it is then I miss the touch I've never felt, the scent... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 28, 2019

If I could If I could... I would with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I so long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Sometimes

Thunder heralding the coming of a storm, a cry announcing a life being born, screams tell us of, highlight and bring about happiness, surprise, pain, all the noises of life.. they make our heart beat faster, or slow it to a barely moving pace. The sound of a voice can change what we think... what we feel, and music... music can transport us to another place but sometimes one single drop of water sliding down a face tells us silently more about another than all of them. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Riding along

I 'm maki ng my way through a canyon going towards the bay on a narrow, twisted road..... tall mountains on either side sprinkled with yellow wild flowers that take my breath away. Small patches of green cover the rocks here and there, contrasting with the tones of red of desert roses everywhere. There are no big trees to obscure the view of a sky unbelievably blue, adorned with all kinds of colors by a sun bidding good night, while submerging in the bay waters making them shine golden bright.... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Footprints

... Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by those waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none will tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 25, 2013

What was it?

It was not love... it was something else, but if we are to believe what people said, I sinned by offering to you water that could have never satiated your thirst. It was not love, it was not that which churns in ones blood like a burning fire... it was more like something that's been always there that we find by chance... and lose again but it stays somehow... somewhere, like an almost imperceptible pain... It was not love... no passionate force shook our souls. rather, It was like a slight... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Can't set it free...

M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Lets...

Lets sit under the shadow of our tree sorrounded by this vague crepuscular haze and contemplate as we did that day, the water of the river down to the sea tiptoe its way unafraid of what it could encounter... excited for what it would see. Lets surrender again to the wind's shy eloquence and listen to what it has to say when it brushes our hair as it did then... Perhaps, the same bird that sang that afternoon of sweet illusions and fears conquered, will again our story tell and in his melodies... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 22, 2013

so simple...so complex

I t's growing dark. The sun is is bowing to the moon and the moon smiles back. The great painting has begun: Dashes of orange and purple and subtle yellow hues relieve the blue of day with a fond goodnight. Birds retire and Nature's noises subtly change I am bathed in glowing silver as I walk alone looking, listening, Its all so beautiful, so simple, so complex. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

If I could...

If I could... I would with my lips errase the sadness in your eyes and hold you and love you and fill your every need... if it could be, that my hands could touch yours and all pain would dissapear. and I could make every fiber of your being scream soft, primal screams of fulfilled dreams... if with my fingers I could smooth those lines that worry leaves in that forehead I so long to kiss, and place with my body smiles in those sweet and sensual lips. If I could... I would take away the weight... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

War

Giant figures in the sky moving around in the wind, changing shapes forged in my dreams coming to life in the light of a sun that beats down hard on the sea and on the sand. Many look at them but none see the meaning that they hold for me, and with time passing the story unfolds right up there in plain view of all. Flower gardens turn to fields of dust, and toy soldiers are standing, straight and tall, slowly disintegrating into the sunset rust. War intrudes into Natures play, taking my... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Wat lies beneath

W hat lies beneath the white cold snow? Blades of blue-green grass, and flowers waiting to grow. What lies beneath the starry sky? Sweet memories of days gone by and the hopes and dreams of days to come. What lies beneath the thoughts of you? Visions of what could have been of things we said we would do. What lies beneath this empty feeling? The knowledge that there will be no new beginning and the lie I tell my self that it does not matter, that I am OK. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 18, 2013

I knew him well...

He was an artist Green as the fresh born grass in the meadows were his eyes as they shone with the brilliance of a thousand suns. When he looked at you, you felt nothing else existed but his glance and the world was yours if he said to you: "Bonne chance!" His smile had the power to seduce and enchant, white and perfect teeth contrasted with the caramel shade of h is skin and somehow, without a word, he could invite stranger's lips to smile back at him. He walked tall and erect... always looking... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

no more dreams

Its night in the city and many sleep, some trying to re-live... some to forget. Above the cloudy silence a bright moon casts its wide silvery net, hoping to catch in it the dreams of those who would still bet on the magic that moonbeams upon their hearts can weave. Within the never empty streets, alabaster buildings seem to glow while neon lights sadly upon them weep, but soon, the silver thread of the lunar net will brake up and all those whose dreams it had captured will wake up with nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Beautiful and triste

A lazy rainy day All is wet The wind softly caresses the leaves that are left as if it were softly comforting them... while little fur balls run across the grass and play oblivious of the drops of water that glisten on their back. Lizards jump from branch to branch and squirrels chase one another picking up bits and pieces from the floor. Nature rests... replenishing herself and all is as it should be I sit watching these under my old tree... watching with him all we can see, what is...what... Sign in to see full entry.

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