Martas poems

Monday, September 5, 2011

Heaven should be like that

I walk through a path of frozen mud, a twisted narrow way I somehow know leads to the top. Along the way, the trees, some dressed in gold, some in red like the color of blood, tremble trying to embrace the frigid soil that shivers under an early frost. There are no sounds, except for a primitive, primal, rhythmic thump that grows louder as I continue to go forth. My body shakes. tired and hungry, lonely and untouched, as it feels the kiss of the wind so cold. My eyes look beyond the trees and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The long days of Summer are going fast, I think, as I close my eyes scared by loud thunder... A soft breeze perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combs through my hair, strong and sweet invading my senses, drenching my soul, making me dizzy as it pulls me apart from everything that feels cold or hard melting every bit of my heart, until all of me dissolves into its warmth. and right there, awaiting the impending rain, I do not care anymore if everything trembles with the threat of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

My wish for you

My sweet friend, hold my hand and face the sun for there no shadow lingers and no ghost will dare to dwell. See the sights and sounds and wonders of life past your sorrow's veil. Taste the beauty and sweet colors of gentle winds unblocked and free. and walk unincumbered by other's sins to the clear waters and powder like sands of the paradise you've dreamed about I will be there to hold your heart till all the stars have entered your night and the moon has softly lit all those places you thought... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I found peace

My eyes were shut tight and my ears were deaf to the beauty of life, with only clues and hints of something real. Confused was I, like a great city highway with winding, twisting thoughts going nowhere. but just then... a blue bird sang from a window sill some unplanned melody drenched in the simplicity of hope and I found myself smiling, singing along to a song I'd never heard without rhyme or reason-- without one care. and in the midst of that song all lesser things vanished. I found peace. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 29, 2011

I want...

I want... the glow of this sunset to drench my veins with the golden warmth that from it emanates. I want that very first kiss back so that I can feel what I then felt. I want the earth to move, my body to vibrate everything to tell me to melt, I want to linger by the shore of that lake with closed eyes, sitting in the hood of your car, next to you, and just fly, I want to watch the full moon in the sky shine forgetting about everything else, even time. I want to talk in the phone for hours on... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The fury of the storm

The fury of the storm ravages the trees and its wind blows strong and free, hauling by the windows through which I try to see the beauty that even in such mayhem exists and as my heart wildly beats I witness the strength of the hand of G-d that just as it protects and holds can in an instant destroy and kill My eyes cloud as with tears they fill I tremble and can hardly breath as I am overtaken by an unreasonable fright as if I were a child alone and lost on a dark night and I see evil shadows... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Is it all lost?

W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Moonless

It is so sad when there is no moon up in the sky where she ought to be... The night revels in its darkness and the stars all come out to play like the mice do when the cat's away. But I notice when she is not there my shinning friend my confident for I have no one to gaze upon when very late I sit alone and softly think my thoughts of you I miss her soft silvery light which sweetly softens everything, I can not wait for her to appear again up there, round and bright shinning through into my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 22, 2011

still?

Do I still miss you? I do not look for you but yet I see you here, there, everywhere you are in my thoughts and in my heart day and night Your essence permeates the flowers. your eyes look at me from distant stars and I feel your touch in the breeze that blows from an ocean that murmurs your name while nOthing... nothing feels the same not even the soft warm rain that soothes all except my self and here alone I am sadden by the feeling that there will always be this pain this dull ache deep... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Let it

Let it, Let the rain fall on you, Feel its coolness take away the heat, the burning, that was there before, allow yourself to melt into what you feel and quiet your heart until fears are no more... Let it hold you in its wet embrace and feel... without thoughts of what will happen next Drink its life giving waters like the flowers,, the grass, the trees... and in the hidden sun's subdued light nothing and everything, with your heart you'll see in that instant knowing all isgood, all is right... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

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, August 15, 2011

Dear friends, Thank you so much for the many E-mails and messages... I am sorry I could not contact you till now but I promise I will respond to each and every one privately.� I am back if you will have me:-)� I have missed you sooo much!� xoxoxo � Walking� by the sea... I� see the moon again shinning through, familiar and pale, from behind the dark cloud's veil left behind as a parting gift by the torrential rain which bathed the trees and atiated their thirst but did little for the pain of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

WHat a moon!

T here is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, for dreaming life a life lived in brief moments of fulfilled desire, moments that fly fast, past hates and loves, past friendships old and just began; a moon that shines on innocence and sin above minds tired and torn through things that last and those that are gone, kissing with its silver light those who die and those who are born and below it, below that bright shinning moon, smiles and tears that don't make sense... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

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, July 15, 2011

aftter the rain

The wind left over from the storm has not subsided yet and is pushes things around as it plays shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a sun that behind tired, deflated gray clouds prefers to hide I look at this wet ambiance where muted colors replace the unbearable dullness of draught and thank G-d for the life giving rain that soothed the parched trees pain giving me an excuse to pause, to think about how lucky I am Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Love

Like the placud, cool stream which suddenly becomes the rapids and feels power within itself, we are fooled by the loudness of our thinking. Our clay thoughts want immortal life like the mountain, and to soar above the rest like the eagle not realizing we are but a speck of dust in the magnificence of creation. The bound wishes to be free so foolishly calls his motions freedom. and so we spin great webs of circular reasoning, calling them virtue, greatness and knowledge while Truth stands amused... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

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.

Monday, July 11, 2011

goodbye

Once in a while, if she was lucky, she would dream with him as he was before and he would be in her arms again, filling her like water fills a thirsty jar, but she would wake up, and he would still be far... like a perfume floating in the wind sometimes strong... others just a hint. The thoughts of him healthy and well filled her mind with inspiration like the wind fills the sails of a boat even though no one can really see it, and her broken heart with love as light can fill a broken mirror... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The one -

She might not have been the most beautiful of all, for through the years, there were many that he knew... but she was the one he loved the most. Perhaps it was because he loved her from afar as from a bedroom window one loves the forbidden star that appears the farthest, the one that shines the brightest, or maybe because like that star she was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of his mind, and he could always count on her light. She was the one, the only one he never... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Unaware

P leasure boats filled with people going nowhere cruising the blue green waters of a calm summer sea, the rumble of their motors drowning the endless murmur of the waves that softly rush the soft sandy beach, where scattered about like casualties of an epic battle a multitude of bodies lie still under the blasting heat, sweating, melting, eagerly soaking in the rays of a punishing sun, finding pleasure in the burning of their skin. They splash lotion on to ward off the pain, though their eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

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