Martas poems

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I have loved you like that...

I have loved you in a way song can not celebrate for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than we are and flows endesly from nowhere to all places small without confines... invading it all This love I felt, this love I feel, is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our mind... it is the rapture of the miracle that all aspire to know, the place where our anxious minds go to relax in the colors, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sleep now my love...

I smile as I watch you sleep ~ body curled up like a little child captured in its mothers love. And I wonder to myself how we can live this life never seeing love's total grace and beauty, its sanctity in the eyes of another, in the gentleness of a hand, and the playful curve of smiling lips. Perhaps we look too deeply, or know not for what to look for. Or maybe we fear abandoning ourselves to the uncertainties of love's movement. Sleep on now. Take your rest. Let your shadow wander to some... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

And so, one fateful day

A nd so, one fateful day with our aches and pains we'll lay hopefully in the midsts of silk and lace waiting for the end to come our way and though we'll try, we just won't understand why things have changed, how the softness of our bed could feel so hard or why the colors of the sun could seem so bleak when we need them to be vibrant, to be deep. We will feel that day we are all alone, no matter who's around and we will marvel at how time has ran away feeling lonely, feling afraid We will look... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The lights go off...

T he lights go off. A sleepy darkness envelopes all. Little by little as my eyes adjust, things that were familiar before take on mystic qualities, they look different they glow, as if they possessed something within, something I had missed, distracted by the rush and noise of the world where I exist, something inexplicable that life had obscured, an aura, a secret, maybe even a soul. Their shadows seduce me and I start drifting off... staring at them as if I should have known, as if I should... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 24, 2009

It will be dark soon

I t will be dark soon, dark enough to dream and see the dream unfold and come to life; The stage is set, the actors fire up the soul, with thoughts and sounds we all have heard or seen somewhere before, but slightly different here, in the vagueness of this hot summer's night. I watch as visions of times gone by become visions of changed tomorrow's, when time and space and love shall do their dance, and say their part, out there upon this stage... for this is life's stage where things that are,... Sign in to see full entry.

Have you taken a walk through the forest at night?

H ave you taken a walk through the forest at night? Leaves blowing in the dark sound different than leaves blowing in the light... it is a sound without a purpose, a sound not connected to a dream, one which is sheer music but without a score or a melody; it is the sound of raw life, mysterious and bold, the sound of Nature's rustling laughter. Come with me to the forest tonight lets love...and listen... and smile... knowing it will never be like this again even though its always been the same. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Its dark

Its dark... and a half thought poem emerges from some hidden place, moving through the darkness, looking for total birth; an idea mixed with sights and sounds becomes real, like some magic moon which appears and flickers, then fully shines for the first time. There is life in my darkness. for It is the colorless background of fertile, finishing dreams, like the rich soil in which the most beautiful flowers have their shapeless beginnings. They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

If I could kiss you...

I f I could kiss you I would give you a soft gentle hot kiss, a kiss that lingered on your parted lips touching, sweetly, probing deep, asking and giving, relishing when receiving. A kiss that would reach the inner most parts of you making you shake and quiver with need... A kiss that would grow like a seed inside your mind, your body, your soul until nothing would matter except to feel me all possess me, make me completely yours. A kiss wild and bold that with your eyes closed would make your... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Tonight

T onight while the moon smiles through its silver haze and gentle winds blow through the mystic meadows of your sleeping heart, I will slip into the spaces of your dream, kiss your lips and lovingly say your name. Do not awaken. Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Have you seen...

H ave you seen how the raindrops cling to the moist leaves after the storm has passed? Its almost as if they were afraid of the awaiting grass... as if they knew they would be no more once they fell. Maybe their melting into the ground below, though their destiny, is their hell. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

The gypsy

T he fingers of time had left on his face trails where tears had consoled his pain. His white hair contrasted the dark of his skin... on his lips, many smiles had left their sweet taste and his eyes, transparent and blue, shined bright through the haze of thousands of memories of things unexplained. His fingers caressed of his violin the strings, and the bow played his feelings, tracing the outlines of long ago dreams,` dreams important to him, that never came true, There was sadness in his... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Here I am again G-d

H ere I am again G-d, heart in hand and soul naked, stripped of all that helps me fake it in this world that you've created. I have kept silent much too long I have kept silent to hear better the noises, the voices that call to me, from the blue of the sky, from the grass, from the trees. You have heard them G-d, You know them, they are the voices of hope that give men maimed in battle new hands and blind men sight, teaching them a new way to cope. They are the noises of the crackling fires set... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

On nights like tonight

O n nights like tonight, so warm... so humid... so dark... when the wind is so still that I can hear the wings of fireflies fluttering outside, images of what was stir deep within my heart and there is nothing I can do to avoid thinking of you... Memories come rushing in and the essence of the past invades every part of me All of a sudden, the thoughts in my mind are all there is and it is then that I miss the most your touch... your scent... your lips I close my eyes and inhale deep for the... Sign in to see full entry.

Like a waterfall

L ike a waterfall, magnificent and powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical moving carpets of green and flowers of yellow and orange and red and purple. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. and in the midsts of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins, falling, melting... wet, like a waterfall just you and I Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

She is gone

T ime goes on... but feelings that are supposed to cool off keep smoldering in his heart. Nothing calms the burning inside, the searing torture of not seeing the light of those eyes that had become his north star, the flame of his hell and of his heaven the light She was all he cared for... She is not there anymore and no matter how many different ways he tries or how hard he looks for ways to survive... the immense, cruel pain that does not kill his human form slowly dissolves what is left of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Anxiety,

A lways waiting for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes, so it's today she must live on, but when today comes its gone leaving no remembrance of suffering in her incomprehensible world, no happy revelations to smile for, no flashes of sudden recall, nothing that would dazzle her in awe... just a vague recollection that fills her mind with dread, a strange nostalgic feeling for things that are no more, but were... things that existed some place, somehow, somewhere... her soul always afraid of what... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Would love thrive on?

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, July 8, 2009

There is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, a moon for dreaming 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.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Thank you God

T here is a sign of life, a beautiful pinkish white rose, in the dry flower bed that I had been planning to dig up. A miracle of will, it's come out from among dead weeds to tell me there is hope even when I think there is not and as I look at it I wonder if there is still love in those eyes I thought filled only with mistrust. I thank G-d for this gift, for this rose risen from nothing, which makes me see for it stands there, a sign that you could still love me a statement from fate telling me... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 3, 2009

I have laid there on my bed...

I have laid there on my bed on many starlit nights, refusing to see the moonthat made my room so bright, with my eyes closed real tight, hoping, praying sleep would come and relieve my anguished heart, helping me forget what I had done. I have tried in vane to drift into that world which poets know and therapists dissect, that world of colors and images where nothing ever follows the logic we expect. I have long wished to be in that universe where we wish for ideals, where nothing is what it... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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