My New Poems
This Time – Crossroads with Guideposts
Motionless.
Silent.
Waiting.
The other is silent on the outside,
screaming within…..
Don’t come close to me! I am myself…….
What I have always been. Just go away.
Silence.
Power in action.
New thoughts born.
Ones never allowed to surface before
are now…
free.
Careful steps……New dance.
Two minds moving closer,
dancing seductively,
carefully.
The fight is over.
But what comes next?
No words are spoken,
no glances exchanged,
wanting to touch,
holding the distance instead.
Controling.
Teaching.
Learning.
Sending thoughts to enter
other’s mind.
Confronting closed door and
sneaking in through the
half-opened
window of the Soul.
Caution.
Desire.
Hesitation.
Fear.
Delight.
Crossroads.
Same old crossroads again and again.
They never disappear completely,
only appear all over again.
Each crossroad even slightly familiar is
easily walked past bye,
until one…..unseen before,
makes you
stop.
Think !
Think !
Think !
INVITATION
I knew I shouldn’t have
dreamed this dream.
In it I saw that
Secret Place where
lost souls go
to find their roots.
I knew I should have
opened my eyes and
let the dream
fall down.
I knew…..but
I did not.
Invitation.
I saw that Invitation…..
It said…
Dear Restless Soul,
Funny, Pessoa came to my mind just now…
Where was I?
Oh, yes…..it said….
You have been cordially invited
to attend the meeting
of all souls.
Perhaps, you’ll find
your own.
I knew I should have not dreamed.
Soul in the Mirror
Today I need to write.
Some unknown power just
ordered:
Go! Sit down! Write!
Oh, but I don’t want to.
My mind is not made up.
My Souls are spread
all over this place.
One sits in the living room,
Watches the people outside,
Thoughtless, smoking, empty, alone.
The other one is busy
in the kitchen, just trying to
finish daily tasks….
She washes the dishes, and
water
runs
runs
runs
from that faucet…
She runs with it,
without consciously knowing it.
Third Soul is in the bedroom.
That one smiles.
She thinks she knows why…..but
I see her image in the mirror,
and the image is a different one.
That one
that one
stares at me.
That image does not want me to go.
It invites me closer….and I respond.
Looking at my other self…the hidden
Soul I’ve never known… I see !
Now…..now I know…
It was this one that made me write.
Paper is not giving me answers,
nor asking me questions.
I write to collect my souls,
To make them come and hug me,
enter me and
make me One.
Ghost From My Dream
I saw your hand
Moving through the air,
Inviting me closer.
A place in the middle of
Emptiness.
I am witnessing
My destiny.
The emptiness is quiet
I follow your eyes,
The gaze so intense.
Images roll down, embracing
This place, myself and all
My desires.
I hear your voice and
Start to talk, not
Hearing my words.
The silence has entered me,
I can’t escape my mind.
Feeling trapped inside
My unknown self.
I feel your presence,
Unable to touch the being,
I am the worshipper of
Someone else’s dream.
Do you exist and
Is this me?
Reality, dreams, fantasies
Who can say which one
Was first born?
I blink and your ghostly
Image is gone.
Darkness surrounds me.
The multitude of fates inside
My invaded soul.
New York, October 24, 1998.
I have seen
A man and a woman
Two souls
Bonding together
Pushing the limits
Their own desires
Close to me
Playing and displaying
Yet so afar
They've offered knowledge
I've been looking for
A gift of maturity searching
Signs of fear
And only reaching amazed glares
Not found yet
The truth in questioning.
New York, October 29, 1998
( And now...please go back and read this poem again.
Every other line creates yet another poem within the poem.. :)
Therefore.... forming 3 poems in one.
This is my first attempt to write a poem of such kind and I hope you'll like it.
I am welcoming your email for comments and critique. )
I Resign Myself
Sleepless and tired
I resign myself
to known paths.
If I fall asleep
I ask you not to wake
me up from my dream.
If I turn restlessly
hunted by nightmares,
I ask you to let me fight
my nocturnal creatures.
If I scream for help
I ask you to watch me,
to memorize the moment
and give it back to me.
If I am lost
lead me back home.
Sleepless and tired
I resign myself
to your wisdom.
October 29, 1998.
Monologue
When you feel to scream
And you scream to feel
When you listen and talk
Smiling all alone
Amusing your Soul
When you whisper to darkness
And to stars descending down the sky
Rushing to escape the raising Sun
When the daylight reminds you of
Another Journey to Hopeless Land
When all that you have dreamed of
Is nothing you have attained
When you feel helpless
Hiding from your own self
When tomorrow seems
Such a far away place
When you can’t remember
Why you started to write
When words posses you
And you posses tears
When your sorrow
Is invisible
And your acts
Are fake
How
How
How
Do you love
Yourself ?
N.Y. January 12, 1999
10 p.m.
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