I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
Far beyond the ocean breeze Where my tiny hands fail to reach I see a light so warm and bright A soft breeze touched my face Gave a soft warmth that I could feel Far away I heard a voice
You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it
Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *
You and I can be like the ship and the crew, Don’t laugh, my boy, because what I say is true. You and I can be like the brain and the book, Drive me crazy with your every look. As
All my love and efforts baby, went away in vain How harshly you did it, left me here in pain People here say I am acting crazy And I feel, I’m going insane They haunt me, those cursed dreams With
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