Complete Poetry of Teresita Blanco Part 3 - I Told You, Love's Betrayal, Envy and More
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I Told You
I told you
Never live a lie,
I warned you
Yet you set aside
Words that never lie.
I sought you,
Hoping to behave,
I held you
From your disgrace,
You claimed graced,
As you breathe Mars,
I must be a cast
Of this struggle.
I warned you,
This is the struggle of fate,
As it hurried seeking to take.
The breath of my, of only friend,
The breath of my only end,
The breath of my enemies,
The breath of my nemesis.
I told you to live again,
I told you how to gain,
We fought, we won.
Love’s Betrayal
Listen to the winds’ heart beat It tells of our lairs
Singing a welcoming hymth That never ever fault,
It makes us uneasy As the coming breathes
When we make this covenant With the powerful left.
**** ****
Tonight brings her dance For she was shattered
Turning putrid green The day you came to be;
Making him ashen, When I wielded the hatched
Fueling this sorrow; to Erase these silent horrors,
While I laid resting the night became tomorrow
I scream “Release him” I conquered her!
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For now I grow colder my eyes turn red
He was the last who stabbed me This cry finds no rest;
My wings, now broken; Burning in for his jest
This joker my chocker I can never forgive
He begins to shatter The things he’s forgotten
These resonating lies Beneath this just hammer!
Your because
I now see I found her lunar scythe
Draining from this soil; Its our core.
This became your bleeding sight
The fury’s beating heart tore;
A new scar to pour
The forgotten horror
“Is this me?” I scream and shout.
I cannot seem to breathe out.
Far beyond this silver hill,
Far beyond this false thrill.
I became a worthless worm;
Erasing my fears from this page.
Hoping for the first days of age,
Such that now my shattered frame
Is tied to your silver tongued flame
Singing and ringing your because.
Envy
Awkward and shy
Is this life,
Is my nature,
Yet sill I
Must Hide,
Deep inside,
My true nature…
Such am I told
Was due to those
Pitiful woes,
And this poisoned envy.
For it is this lady,
This Envy,
I failed to realize
How she hides
In this lie.
I come to realize,
This putrid malice,
Is shadow of my strive.
My strive to be better.
My strive to be worst.
For now I know better,
Is best to shut my worst,
Hiding my host
Behind these barriers.
Beyond this barricade,
Lies the piercing hammer.
Striking, making the day
Black as night.
In the end I saw them,
As my eyes grew hollow,
Not as the lurking shadow
But, as my shadow of them.
Prototype type Zero: Triple Powdered
Body, Mind and Soul
The hunger… Within these thoughts Siphoning the phantom
That lingers Plaguing on my moral fostering vengeance
Draining our soul Awakening us by Giving the breath,
Within, Their angry song, To this lifeless clay
**** **** ****
Awaiting the all Hiding again This without,
Working so hard with this machination Is agonizing
This crippling fall We believe, we hoped As our true nature
Hides for the grave Ashamed to cope Without meaning to
With our falling grains As woeful blooms Become vibrant
***** ***** *****
It is this sage Our resonating mind Who Animates this anima
That gave us hope With dreams of love Taking her back home
Beating red rose Males our chest burst Searching for repose
When it reborns Her crimson fire It is time to retire
Into our tar… To petrify desire Blinded by this toiling
Faceless facade To be forever trapped Graveling, embracing this soil
Of the spirit’s body In the mind’s Soul Molding Body, Mind and Soul
Me Memorandum
Why? Damn it!
It never changes,
I’ll take matters
Into my hands.
One day
I’ll break free
And use my hands,
And that day
I’ll will take
The life out of my foe.
For they bring me woe.
Its in their nature
To be so cruel,
Unflinching before
The anger of the all.
One day…
I’ll reshape the world
I will bring it
Back to the glory,
Breaking this old story
Once shared with all.
The left hand’s nature,
Never taken for granted
Again!
One day …
I’ll make you
A special lie,
That will make you
See the light,
That way our savior
Won’t have to set things right.
Soon one day…
I’ll realize my flaws
The ones that claw,
The horror of today.
One day
I’ll break free and use my hand,
And that day
Our nature will unfold,
Discarding all forlorn.
Yet, let it never be told
That one day I held,
My eyes bent so low.
By the living
God I pray,
That I may
Bid farewell
To those days.
In that place…
I once escape
To another hell.
As I wonder
Where I might go?
I hear the same song,
Why is it so?
How can I live like this?
I still breathe in wondering why,
Is there a reason to say goodbye?
Death Inside
Soon ends my foe.
In this battle left untold,
Its victory I yet to behold.
In this war, I once became
Worthless, Merciless…
When it was on;
Effortless, emotionless…
My foe left in disgrace.
Now I have no grace.
So now into the flames,
“Oh! pitiful Sour,
Spring’s fruit
Now ends my hour.
For some is their life,
For some is this lie,
For some is our life,
For all is their lie.”
Live or die,
The suicide,
Our death inside…
Tune
This is but a tune if silent words,
That once was spoken
Across the worlds
Of both the rich and broken.
We all come together to celebrate
The same fate;
This fate that all share:
The inability to be spared.
What if some die at ease,
While others Pain
Revealed her magnificence,
Hoping for ends deliverance…
For now we sing her song,
To the end that’s nonexistent;
Oh, we are too persistent.
At ease men!
Now count to ten!
Oblivion
The man walks around
The earth, unaware
Of what’s to come.
Mankind is like a hound,
Hungry, as it prays warfare
Just to obtain its ware.
Its soul sings loud,
Reaching for the final hour
That it has longed for.
After years of toil,
The body coils
Becoming one with Oblivion…
Victory’s defeat
Even after all is set and done
I rest face down on the ground;
victory’s defeat
is all that was given to me.
From this sworn vow
I was cast aside …
so that I could be made to die.
My strength depleted,
the last grain has fallen.
Exhaustion kicks down my thigh,
as the struggle was unfold.
From these ashes
I cannot rise from.
Hope sinks in death shadows.
My fate was foretold,
as it unfolds,
I dare not hide
the fear that strikes inside.
Skyless Moon
Skyless moon,
In the night
She reflects our might.
See her take flight
Across the sky,
The hollow torches
Reflects her pale glances.
She smiles at our surrender…
we struggle far behind,
the shame we hide
Brings the danger
We dare not whispers,
Look, she hears us whimper.
Our strength depleted,
The lamps retreated.
The Red Moon
Screams our doom.
The tides turn,
The Hands tremble,
The final grain falls…
“Rise, rise,” the moon calls…
Flee, flee his “ah”
Retain the last breath,
Regain once more strength.
See what lies beyond.
This is our destination!
Escape this hell,
Return to hell.
Such is our doom.
Sky less moon!
The Discarded Woes
My escape, foiled
This mistake,
Has me ruined.
The discarded side,
Burns these decaying woes,
Festering the phantoms
Of my old foes
Insanity conquered
those who pledged
never to drink such poison,
From this malady
Bows my shaken agony.
Let me out!
Let us out!
why still fly
without might?
Awaiting for divine sign
Awaiting for divine sign.
All the time is wasted
Waiting for such sign.
It is the lesson we failed to learn
that it is already there.
Speaking to our soul now
Yet few can listen to…
We cannot seem to know how.
Yet, we made it out.
Awaiting for divine sign…
A wasted time, for it is already There.
Whispering, aiding us along,
Saving us from our faults.
Yet, some still wait
for theatrical arrivals.
It maybe a foolish show,
but only the director
Can pull the curtain.
Awaiting for divine sign,
as pathetic as it might be ,
we should, at least,
pay attention
to the world’s tension.
Those who listen will shown
the truth that lies masqueraded.
Hiding the face we cannot bear
To look upon!
Awaiting for divine sign
as I much hate to admit
I have been a hypocrite.
Even now I dare to deny
that I too await
a divine sign.
Untitled
Maiden of the night
Here, I cry
in this plight.
We all might
soon forget
to regret.
For now I
live to forget
the bested
fairest bets,
which tested
our old dead.
The rain falls
to burn the flesh,
to assure downfall
to take, those we hate,
For no true reason,
For no good reason.
Specify
My how the mighty have fallen!
Literally fallen.
Of the stairs…. of the chair.
Specification,
For the wishing nation
calling forth damnation!!
Or else wrong effect,
For a proper
Answer,
Spe-cy-fy
or else cry
when you don’t get your way…
Treta
I enjoy fairest void,
to see those fools toil.
Thus, gaining this way
content from today.
The best way to behave
is to become a puppet’s pest;
Thus, acing life’s test.
Just to pacify our hate
we unleash hymns of death
to slay this hollow chest.
I will defeat my inner void,
To shame my inner pain
To take their one true gain!
Indignation
Abandon us! Let us die…
No more, this game
of truth and lies.
Why… no winners will arise?
Let us change our song, our plight,
What these fools consider right!!!
We take up arms, fight!
I wish you for myself
The savor crimson presence
pulsates beneath thy skin.
I savor the touch
Look, it trembles within.
Come now, hence.
lose all hesitance…
Desert me not, pain.
I wish you for myself.
Myself I wish for you.
Until the day comes to an end
I will find alone.
Hear me moan
Specter, be gone!
Your scent still hunts
My dark interior
I desire this no more.
It cannot be helped;
I still wish you for myself.
My anger has been awaken
My anger has been awaken
by the sound of mockery.
I despise the” most” in them.
Who gives them the right
to shield my light
with their feeble might.
My anger has been awaken …
Why bother to dispute,
Why bother to refute,
these beings of woes;
who deserve not
the title of foes.
My anger has been awaken,
By the piercing sound
That rises to drown
All the happiness lives in me.
They fallen ill
to the strands passion.
Oh, they have fallen
into the human spell .
My anger has been awaken
by the chant of this spell;
As I try to dispel
I find myself in hell.
Calling forth the “zero” in us
With their hysteric fuss;
These fools dare to mock
the darkness ahead,
With demoniac laughter,
full of glut,
full of hope.
My anger has been awaken…
Who Stabbed ME Last
This woe has gone past
the point of healing;
as I see my wound bleed
I wonder who stabbed me last.
Death might be my only hope
I must betray my mortal soul.
I cannot let this suffering
drown out the berserker within.
I must discard this burden.
So, that I may fly
Beyond this den
Encrusted with lies.
The iron gates are bleeding;
As I see my wound healing
I wonder what I felt last.
Strength is my only panacea
for this poison ridden soul.
As I move on farther,
I turn around and see
all this bloodshed.
As I grow colder,
I look behind and see
my blood shed!
My heart aches (for the past)
My heart aches for the past
the one I left at last.
Forgotten memories,
suppressed melodies.
Why can’t I realize
the things that I
thought were all a lie?
Why can’t I despise
the things I left
in order to live a lie?
My heart burst into flames,
appeased soon by the cold,
That tore my old games.
As time transpires
it bleeds on, and tires,
Healing never came…
it simply took away…
my essence, now distorted.
My heart aches for the past
the one I left at last.
tolerance lies bounded
to this despotic melody.
Ringing the tune
That lies to my memories.
Pretending
Pretending that all is right
is how we survive in life.
Pretending that we wield might
That’s how we console our desolate cry.
Never beholding the truth in sight
always preferring delusional light.
Let the wrath
Let the wrath
of insanity
take me ablaze
from this futility .
Let it burn
all doubts with in.
Let it purge
All my reasoning.
Let it torch
all the pain
that I carry in…
open way
to disdain.
Let it burn
all the compassion within.
Time to purge
the sound of reasoning.
Let the wrath
take my humanity.
Let it take
all that I see!
Last time we said goodbye
In times, let us awaken,
for us to say goodbye,
now it is my time
to breathe in this lie.
Let us return
to the time we awoke
from this infantile lie,
to witness our cry of anguish .
Let us extinguish
all hopes of being relinquished;
from the pain we wore
that night we swore
never to take up vengeance
on those that took our patience.
Never to expose
the pain in our soul.
No one can ever know
the pain that we wore
the last time we said goodbye.
Eternal Happiness
Eternal happiness was promised
when we took our first steps
into the land of promise;
the one crafted
by the maternal warmth .
As time passes,
Our eyes opened
Revealing our true worth.
Let us return
to that oblivious day.
Let us unfold
the lie we came to gain.
Eternal bliss
was within our grasp
when we took our first step.
It was ,by us, created
to hold the ordeal at bay.
Eternal happiness
could be granted,
if we stillborn
our breaths in this day.
Do not discard hope
eternal happiness
can be regain.
Let us fight for it.
Let us search for it.
To ease pain,
to gain faith.
Let us be!
Let us be!
Eternally happy,
eternally blissful.
Time to live
Drenched with blood and sin
it lingers ,death, within;
As we walk forward
we step over innocent’s dreams.
Drenched with tears and screams
we bend over to hide our cries.
Drenched with woes and pleas
we reach toward the heavens
trying to grasp childish dreams.
If we struggle, we rise up
only to gaze behind
and witness our sacrifice.
The things we surrendered
to make our name suffice.
Time to struggle,
Time to live.
Ill repaid was our life
Our sin!!
Threatening Day
Tears rain from the sky,
my fist tremble with rage.
As rosy turns pale
I witness my own gale.
Scarlet mirror
reflects my inner demon;
the one that released this omen
warning of impending horror.
As the heart turns gray
the truth becomes lame,
the facts can never withhold
the fury of a threatening day.
As we grow older
Time slowly drifts away
and we soon realize
that we grown older.
Our backs are bent,
our hearts are broken.
What did we struggle for?
Youthful tomorrow
becomes yesterday’s sorrow.
As we grow older,
we see the child walk forth
and cry out in hunger.
Who will console the child!?
Useless pretences
that excuse our webs of vengeance.
The confusion we created
in order to never admit
the fact that our youth
has grown farther.
As we grow older
we see the tender neck,
the softness of the breath,
but our hearts only grow colder.
Who will console our sorrow?
Yesterday’s horror
now haunts our mind
with bitter morrow.
Time drifts slowly
with rapid furnace;
obliviously we wonder
whose wrinkled
hands stand before us,
the grimace
in the mirror.
As we grow older
our past delusions
becomes our resolution.
Who will console the child?
Who will appease our sorrow?
All those days
awakens tomorrow.
we cry out in horror
no more !
I dare not wonder
I dare not wonder
foolish things;
for I fear
they are nothing but sins.
I pray to grow stronger;
not to die in shame
….or at least
stay unaware
of this wound,
bleeding the crimson sorrow
from my chest.
Who was the last
to stab me ?
I dare not wonder…
I pray for the sorrow
to make me stronger
…or at least
to grow so numb
so that I may
overlook
that silver-crimson handle.
I dare not wonder
such foolish things;
for I fear
to find out who
it was who stabbed
Me last.
The pain… the woe
Bleeds forth
filling this crimson fountain.
Let my enemies
Drink forth the fountain
my life, my hymn.
I dare not wonder
For they are nothing
but sins I fear.
Such Foolish things!
War’s Perfume
Stare into the scarlet hue!
Glare into the dark abyss!
Swear fealty to our hymn…
As we tremble in fear
he laughs with his belly of fume.
As we, with fear, shiver
he slaps our ego.
Can we regain
the sanctity of pain?
How can we stop
this horrid humiliation!?
He comes to kill,
our love, our will.
Swear into the scarlet hue!
Glare into the dark abyss!
Share all our woes within our hymn…
As we run with fear,
he races to spread
War’s Perfume.
As it permeates
we quiver and shake
as he kills our hero.
And so he rise…
to liberate all!
(Bah!)
And so we realize
there is no getting rid
of his malice.
Oh! The world grows so cold…
A Rose Bund
As I gaze
at the fair flower
you have become,
I think back…
To the time
when you were
a bund.
Our past childhood…
The one that was left undone
by cruel separation.
How cruel is fate!
Monstrous demise!
As I gaze
at the rose
that was a bund,
I see my heart become
hard.
Cruel monstrous fate!
Are you satisfied,
why?
The things we chose
to give up
reflect in the fragrance
…that lingers still in our hearts…
The love we share
my friend,
we shared
no more…
Fair rose…
I wish thee no fall;
no winter’s snow at all.
Live on,
with spring heat.
I hope
your heart
never withers…
under cruel envious eyes.