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Claudia Ruffini-Caminneci Poem
50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears
War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades
Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.
Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?
Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!
Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread
I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.
Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!
WAKE UP!
Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-
I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses
Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits! Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late
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A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love?
Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived
Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be
Convoluted tattoos pierced my being.
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned
Wading no more-
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-
Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb
Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated
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Have I found you upon a mistake?
A misgiven-prison- yet a gift just the same
Scars mend,however - my internal lack such privilege
My place will always be place, a moment's glance
I thought I'd lost that sweet smell, that Honeysuckle aroma-
of wanting
For I was revisited time and time again,
with the inhalation of burning leaves
Now is the time of mending
I look forward to getting drunk on the Rose Water-
Let my swirl in the emotions, that preface yearning
Starvation lead to my cirrhosis, my anorexic heart
which long awaited the nutrition that could only come from you
As you have breathed that sacred breath of life back into me,
one that I thought only a Cherub could behold
Did you hear the music? That symphony I wrote so long ago
it lured you to me
Brought you home, gave me place
expired no more
for now I live; letting go of yester-years.
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Has my breath of life expired?
My will congealed
No longer is there a fire ablaze, only a mere pile of smoldering ashes Waiting for a gust of hope from a van of an angels wing to
Reignite me!!
I don’t believe in quittances.
I’ve grown mute to the whispers that surround me
Thoughts in braille; unfelt
Unbeknownst darkness has stolen my sunshine
A cuddling pet name, once adored, now froths at the heart
The patriarch is old and withering; yet still carries the vigor & roar of a young lion
And here I stand on charred timber limbs
Tar seeping from every pore, collecting me into this web of darkness
Too many years I’ve wasted in this labyrinth, drowning in my own womb; wishing for some knight to free me my from the entanglements
No longer am I willing to live in this catacomb, amongst my skeletons and beloveds
Trapped in this dark maze, I must rip through this veil of dust and find my way back to the garden
Copyright © Claudia Ruffini-Caminneci | Year Posted 2017
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