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How Do You Make a Sick Heart Well?

Broken last night, 
 I woke up 
 Precious problem, 
 picking up 
 every part. 
I want to fix it.  
This  
I've tried to mend  
by shooting it into my vein, 
getting in and going, 
by another lover, 
carving the love into my skin, 
by sleeping away 
the black out.
Useless things are poison to the temple.
It’s either one cigarette after another, 
or lots of chocolate, 
the sad tale goes on and on. 
But the fragile heart is broken. 

What do I do?
They tell me to, 
Rely on Thee  
It's hard for me 
I can't see, 
Although I know  
and have been very close  before. 
I was expelled from Hell, thank God. 
Entered into the sunlight. 

While the whole world  
Is in agony. 
I'm feeling happy, 
my heart feels healed,
but this is a deception.... 
it is still broken. 
Just like a peculiar disease, 
there's no cure.

Fill it, 
and deal with all its cuts and bruises...
but then all you have are scars. .
My medicine for the bleeding within...
Is to await love to call me, 
and say that everything is ok. Not to despise my needs...

Inside, there is a little girl screaming. 
And some times...there's an old lady whispering 
that she is utterly tired, and can't bare it anymore. 

Do you shut the door on your heart? 
I can't seem to do it. 
It's too powerful and pure, 
this instrument that passionately pounds within me. 
All its pain... 
I have no control. 

Creatures 
Do you have a broken heart? 
Do you have a heart at all?

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Lover's Burn

Saw you, 
saw you staring at me, that hunger in your eyes. 
You looked delicious. 
I wanted to eat you up, 
and swallow you down. 
Across the room, I felt 
the heat between us. 
What are you doing, my beautiful beast? 
It's all I can do 
to control myself 
from calling out to you, 
asking if it's true, 
that you desire me 
to lie down with you, 
under my cross 
that I left at your home. 
Am I your sweet little temptress? 
Watch me dance. 
Watch my hips, 
my belly sliver like a snake. 
Look into my eyes, 
my eyes of fire....
the blue seas...of pain. 
I want you. 
I yearn and burn to have you again. 
I love you. I hate you. 
I want to be free of you. 
Lord, oh, set me free.

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Woman's Psalm

Forgive me, Father, 
for I don't understand 
what I do. 
I don't know how or why 
my mind and spirit 
gets so caught in this hook , 
over and over. 
I yearn for You to refresh me, 
and refill my inner man. 
I yearn for truth, for love, for beauty, 
smiles, laughter, sunlight...
a calm blue sea..
a garden of boastful flowers. 
I yearn for my purpose, my duty, 
the Divine Direction. 
I yearn for an angelic lover 
to lie down and live with me. 
I ache to have a tiny creature in my arms 
with those bright and heavenly eyes 
that stare at me thinking that the world is innocent. 
I cry to be set free, 
the spell broken, 
the demons cast out, 
the shackles unlocked. 
I mourn over the golden and pink clouds 
that have abandoned me. 
I weep for the Father 
to pull me out of this snake-infested cradle, 
for Him to sweetly sing a soft sonnet 
of consolation that rocks me to sleep, 
escorts me back home. 
I desire to write madly with explosion...the way a mad man would play the fiddle. 
At this moment, I surrender. 
I bow to Thee. 
I submit to Thee. 

Here we are again. 
Let's put it to bed. 
Let's watch it scorch in the bonfire. 
Let's bless it as we bury it. 
Pour the dirt on down..down...down....
deep down into the dirt. 
It's going to be a battle. 
It always is. 
This is a big one. 
Nothing too big for Thee, 
the drum of my heart. 
" My Sweet girl, 
come to me. 
Eat and drink. Suffer no more. 
You are my dear, 
forevermore."

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Azizam

Azizam
I await the fall
The cool air
To seduce my skin
I await the kiss
Of your fall
The tumbling
Of your heart
Azizam
The world is tumbling down
Crumbling upon the ground
Like castles in ruins
Madness all around
The cruel, ole town
People running around
Like savages
I'm trapped in this place
Stuck longing for something
That I can't understand 
Ah, Azizam
My words are so useless, really
As I write this to you now
But I'm a slave to them
Sweating to make sense
Of their wicked ways
Azizam, how can you say there is nothing?
I must have faith, I must
That there is
A love above me
All around me
And within me
That keeps me alive
We both know
I should be dead
Despite the devilish dirtiness
That I wear like a cloak
This love whispers
Sweet everythings in my ear
For sweet nothings
I've heard a thousand times
Especially from you, Azizam
But this love murmurs 
Truth in my listening drum
I know I'm in quicksand
With my sins
And this love has a way
To pull me out
This love 
Calls me Azizam
I've tried to be as hard as nails
As tough as a warrior
I end up being the one
Nailed to the wood
Cut up all over my body
Losing the battle
I cannot bear another storm
To rage inside of me
The axiom 
Of anxiety
That you seem to bring
Azizam
My heart 
Is like a cage
Of monstrous butterflies
I don't dare
To unleash them
What chaos that would be
But no matter what 
The moon has her eye on me
She thinks that she's my mother
She calls me Azizam 
And tells me
It's going to be alright

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Creep

No, I don't miss you
Certainly not
Creeping around 
With your creepy
Willem Dafoe smile

Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Green eyes
That made me wet
And drowned me
In my very own river

Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Little lies or
Creepy
Big games

Your love is a joke
I am choking
In laughter

As sunshine hits
My sheets 
I rise and rejoice
In the creepy 
Absence of you

I know peace now
And that is 
Creepy 

I don't miss 
Your theatrical affection 
Or your Shakespeare bull
You are no Khalil Gibran
And Rumi himself
Told me he doesn't like you

He thinks you're pretty creepy

No more Arabian nights
Spent in your chamber
Sitting wide eyed
As you show me the world
As I tell you my stories

You seduced me
To death
With your creepy
Serpentine  ways
And I'm happy
To be put 
Out of my misery

I'm free now
Free to creep around
In my creepy, little ways

I'm a creep myself

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Am I a Flower?

I'm hoping for Heaven's promises, 
as I cross my fingers 
and cry out to 
the One who made me. 
The One who'd never deny me, 
Even though I say I'm sorry 
over and over again 
for the way I behave. 
Will I always be a bad girl, 
pouting in the corner 
as I'm put in time out? 
Will I ever be completely pure? 
Let me shed some more skin, 
as I nail it to the wood. 
My flesh is my prison, 
it keeps me hungry and naked, 
in a dark place where there is no sunlight 
I need sunlight to grow, 
for I am just a flower, 
not a bad little girl, right? 
Are flowers imperfect? 
I don't know. I need to stomp on this cute little monkey, 
stomp on it 
until it's black and blue, 
before it grows bigger than me, 
and no longer cute, 
but massive, and ready 
to terrorize 
my sweet and blessed world. 
My mind 
can be crude, creepy, and crooked.
my worst enemy.
ready to destroy 
all that is righteous. 
I can't wash this dirt off my skin, 
oh how I long to be a child again. 
Hold me as if I am. 
I am a broken little doll, 
will you mend the pieces? 
I light a candle for you, 
for me, 
for our future. 
I love you so much. 
Let me escape in your arms, 
I need you here with me, 
I'm gonna bury my bones 
into our bed of bliss
forever.
Remind me I belong to you, 
that I'm your baby. 
Let's pray for the snow 
that we will never see. 
I can at least dream that we will. 
For the One that made me 
says He can make me white as snow, 
He can wash my sins away. 
Dear Friend, do not let me go. 
I'm lost in the wilderness, 
I run to the man I love....
I call out to my friends, 
I curse myself 
but only You have the way out 
of these dark woods 
with all its ferocious animals. 
Help me 
find the way out. 
Give me shelter....

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Drunk Boy and the Hungry Cat

A boy named Bill began boiling the blood of a black cat
A cat called Claudia who came for his food
Fiesty and ferocious was the feline that was famished
And generous and glorious was a girl named Greta
Who gave good guidance, and made good feta
For the family, and the feast, and the feline she fed
But behold, Bill, her brother became belligerent and beastly
Who wallowed in his whiskey, and went as wild as western warriors
Went for the knife, and knew that he could kill the kitty
Who meowed and mourned for the milk in his mother's oh my
To tell the truth, Tommy the tiny toddler took a tormenting turn from Bill and 
begged him to stop
Stop the staggering stunt of a stupid man
A man who mainly managed to make a mistake with the putty tat
Who purred and persuaded poor people to provide its dinner daily
Devilish and demanding and greedy was the glistening ghoul
With evil eyes and ebony fur that fluttered up when frightened for
Bill blacked out, and butchered the bad stray
Startled were his sisters, and sobbing were their sons
Bad Bill became bluntly crazy and crashed the cozy party
Partly for the poison he pumped in his brain
A bottle of brandy, and a bottle of whiskey
Willing to worship the wit of a worm
Shameful and shattered was his share

To be continued.......

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Conviction

I am drunk on a very strange wine
A potion of potent ecstasy.
Stars are spinning around my head 
As I run in my day dreams full of lucid daisy fields.
A restless burden is holding my heart hostage
In my long nights alone.
All I can do is say his name
Again, and again, and again.
My love, my lover
My man with emerald seas in his eyes.
In his drunken gaze is where I drift 
And swim in his maze
His labyrinth of erotica, mysteries
Jesus Christ, and Lucifer.
He repeats these words a bottle full of times with his drunken lips
" I love you. I love you. Don't you know that I love you".
I have visions of us dancing naked in the desert
Under a midnight blue sky
Laughing like happy hyenas 
And making love like angry lions.
I want to anoint his long body from head to toe
With my sweet perfume, for I worship him.
I want to grab his dark hair 
As our lips touch with wild hysteria.
Let me stand on top of the mountain
And shout my great conviction!
I want no other man, and what a freedom it is
To be bound and chained to him.
I will win his heart.
Like Columbus, I will discover and conquer his land.
No more shall my love be afar
No more shall his heart be locked from mine.
I stand above all harems and hopes 
Of all other fair maidens.
My name is Victoria
My name speaks for itself.
I may be small and fragile
But I stand tall with a sword upon his heart and body
As he surrenders to me.
Tomorrow may be a cruel joke
But tonight  I am drunk in a strange love.
I am petrified to pieces.
Lover, please don't do this.
Don't pull over, and ask me to get out
Please....
The road is dark
 And the air is cold.

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Woman In Black

You asked 
about the world, 
 I see it...
all these years, 
you don't know me 
I hold my tongue, 
afraid  
if  answered  
safe but not sound...

 My eyes, the world is 
 for good and evil. 

Without day, 
there is no night. 
Without hate, 
there is no love. 
Without a woman, 
there is no man. 
 it goes on and on 
while the world turns. 

The world, 
 makes me sad. 
 not proud to be an American 
 the Anti-Christ for a president. 
Damaged and lost. 
 not a big lover of mankind. 
prefer to be alone, 
but connection 
is important   
to feel alive, 
love is most.

 I am a loner 
People scare me. 
chaos, 
phoniness, bitterness, 
immorality, murder, 
hate, and unoriginality. 
savages running around 
wherever I turn. 
  true love? 
 so caught up 
...it disgusts me.   
I can't breathe. 
I can't hide. 
So much noise. 
So much sorrow 
Broken children, broken families. 
Broken hearts, broken spirits. 

Violins play 
all day long....
weeping for the world.......
I wear black...
 how I feel.

Of course, 
Love  
sees it all differently,  
God 
and many beautiful people out there 
 


 few and far between, 
 when I have the pleasure 
it's powerful 
Especially  
having that circle of
valuing my womanhood. 
I do in love. 
I do in true 
good, 
 the point of living  
 has touched me 
no words 
 have been close  
 He's close to me, 
calling me, 
wanting me 
like  once before. 
He is real. 
When I was close to Him, 
He painted a picture  
to uplift me. 
the moon. 
in awe . 
the beach 
on a full moon night, 
swimming 
in the black water with you. 
 sunsets. 
 animals. 
And babies. 
Nothing like the sight 
of a baby's smile, 
and the light 
Fresh, pure, 
and full of hope 
for the world.

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Ghost

Nights like a ghost
Creeping through
The bedroom window.
Terrorist to slumber.
Icy cold sheets
Against my naked skin.
But a ghost's hot kiss
Haunts me.
Cold and hot
Colder and then hotter
This is a game.
Passion dead
But a fire alive 
This terrible truth taunts me.
A ghost is someone gone
But hangs on, like a jerk.
Its name moans at the moon
Howling at the how
How did this happen?
Saddest of song
Singing seas that divide.
Past is present
And the present is past.
Profound
Well, love thinks it is.
Your ghost is breathing
Is mine?
Highly unlikely.
Words can be a waste
Of what was once warm.
It's cold now.
Let them be like a ghost.