Silvia,
I am writing this in the hopes that there is a kind of closure for us.
A mending of the holes we bore in our souls.
Silence has defined us for far to long.
Silent are the whispers that strung us along.
Feeling misplaced.
Disappointment has found us.
I can only support your decision.
No participation. I can not help you
by breaking our hearts.
My best intentions are to far apart.
You were my shelter, the
Rock that I built my life upon.
Our love the storm. I must leave
my heart behind for it knows
no other life. I lack the sustenance
that brought it to life. lustful places
is now where I reside. I'd rather not mention.
I need you to remember the rhythm to the rhyme
we once shared
so I can go free.
A noble woman
among the nobility...
humanist in
humanity...
humble in the middle
the superb...
Solidarity inside
of the sick world,
Welcoming in the middle
to so much need,
spiritual, in the midst
of disbelief...
engaged in serving
in the midst of indifference...
tender and affable
Amid
incongruities,
cosmopolitan in
half the world
xenophobic... extra.,
extraordinary
person... nice person,
buona gente !
SILVIA... !
QUEEN SILVIA OF SWEDEN, BRAZILIAN MOTHER DAUGHTER AND and GERMAN father
I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Debbie, Doris, Patti, Eydie, Skeeter, Brenda, Lesley, Holly, Sookie, Millie, Tammy, Sandy, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patsy, Claudia, Julie, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley, Stevie, Laura, Carole, Mary, Melissa, Maureen, Patti, Agnetha, Anni-Frida, Randy C, Angela, Vesta, Deniece, Linda, Crystal, Teri, Whitney, Jane, Jacklyn, Morgan, Sondra, Sandra, Nadia, Olga, Kelly, Kim, Michelle, Debra, Geena, Ashley, Renee, Diana, Liza, Bette, Ann, Nancy, Keren W, Michael S, Chaka Khan, Isabella, Rebecca, Jeanne, Faith, Beverly, Alicia S, Alison, Leigh, Avril, Laura, Maryam, Izabella, Josie, Elena, Silvia... from East and West, I surely do.
From North and South are my classmates, friends...
and You!
WASH the moon ----> bring some soap
between dirty words might have been born
unlike fetus' now dead
How about Boris Karloff:
makeup for monster actor acting
so funny i died crying life
How fruit flies like bananas
weeping finding out how
my grandfather clock is
so full of bugs - buzz me out
she has many roses inside
the sad mausoleum of
i ate a candy bar called
coochy cooh and had a beer
oh hell holding a mug so cold
she got chills holding it
a freezer!
a hug a smile
a smug denial
a bit pale
a Plath in the oven
can we ever recover?
over drive like a smile.
:: 03.24.2022 ::
Tell her I love her
She is the love of my life
An artist that paints
The joy on my heart
She is so beautiful
She is amazing
She is my world
She is my happiness
So I ask the world always
To help me
Tell her I love her
Tell her I love her
She is my heart
She is my energy
I am her power
We know how to
connect well together with love
She loves to be with me
Am glad to always hold her close
She is the special one
She is an artist that paints
The joy of my heart
Please I urge everyone to
Help me
Tell her I love her
Dedicated to Silvia vezzuto
A beautiful woman
Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder they say
Yet her beauty is beyond
Just for the sake of the eyes
A beautiful woman
Her humour is her beauty
Her understanding make her
More beautiful
She need not too much make up
Or too much cosmetics
Her mind set makes up all
I worry about
She is excellent but not perfect
She is elegant but not arrogant
She is a keeper not a demander
She is beautiful and her beauty
Is beyond just for the sake of the eyes
A beautiful woman
Is not only for bed time
She is adorable and keeps
A man satisfaction intact
With her love
She know how to hold on
She knows how to be submissive
She never raise her ego for selfishness
She is compromising
And above all so talented
To keep her lover happily in love
A beautiful woman
She is caring
She is wise
She is sensitive
She is a woman
A real beautiful creature
Every real man desire
Dedicated to Silvia vezzutto
Untitled
Every heart felt typed word I send out
to the lazy technology had become angry wine.
I don’t blame, for my one room is made
of old stained glass a tap could break.
No clever posted quotes of the dead
on books of faces will forgive the day
I slipped to green eyes someday
Silvia like -she keeps the oven door open
inhaling deep the slow kill till sleep
With each gray whisker count rises
my truth wants to stop pursuit of forever
To be honest about companionship.
Nicoletta Nunez announces noon and nightly news
Silvia De Silva sends the news at six and seven
Nunez is in Newark with De Silva in Seattle
Between them both, better bet there is broadcast battle
12/6/17
MY ANGEL
My lady
My Queen
Owner of my hearts
I love you
My lady please come to my hearts
Don't listen to peoples
but listen to my hearts beat
When ever it beat its shouting your name
Silvia Silvia Silvia making a sweet beating of my hearts
My Angel let me take you to my family
I will never sleep until I get your Love
I will be joyed if I can hold you hands
and and and than asking you to marry me
I don't have much but all I know I Love you
That could be all I need to say
Love me for me
Love me tender
Love me true my darling
Love me not love what I have
Leave the fortune things and Love the purity things
My Angel trust me I will never let you down
Believe in my hearts
My Lady please follow my hearts
Forget about the past
Let me take you to London and have a joy
Dearest Silvia,
The water is wide between your world and mine, and to chance swimming o’er may lead to a poetic end. We have both known love and tragedy; it’s amazing how often the two are intertwined. Love is a bitter-sweet arrow that carries a joyful pain, a welcome poison that spreads to every extremity and causes mastery of the heart over the mind. I fear that I am so afflicted.
My dear, I welcome this pain. It let’s me know that I am alive…for life is not merely time to spend until our inevitable demise, but the very pulse, the heart beat carrying hope and vitality to these arms that have longed to hold you...to these hands that long to touch you…and these lips that yearn for the chance to truly know you.
I speak boldly now with words I have longed to utter and feelings I am not supposed to have. I cannot say how many such letters I've penned to you and then disposed of without sending for fear of being received as an unwelcome fool.
But, if I am a fool, then an honest fool am I, leaving my heart pray open to live, to love and soon be broken. I am alive and will e’er remain yours.
~Christopher
Dylan Thomas. Silvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe These are names That we all know Fought their demons All their lifes A pen in their hand To give them advice Does the pain go away When the words are put down In for a penny In for a pound Only their ghosts Can shed the light All the heartache Was it worth the fight
The March song kisses mountain walls,
Canyons of breathing echoes,
Recording in their resumes
My whispered dialogue of farewells.
Farewells embodying reluctance,
The reluctance of renewed warfare,
Of the losing and fighting and winning,
But mostly of the losing, the dour forsaking.
A song of an ancient bronze god,
Cracked and coloured earthen ochre,
Sinewy legs planting shadows in the spring fields,
Muscled chest scarred with bloodied iron ribs.
A song of a virgin’s ambivalent regret,
Regret of surrender, of haemorrhaging sex into soil,
First love freely given, like the vestal Rhea Silvia,
To some sporadic god of death.
And a song that so clearly defines
My prayers for a future life,
Of love and peace avenged of neglect,
So reborn, reclaiming a better world.
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