My Poetry Part 13 - Crimson Blossoms, Heart, Salad, The Seer and More
Written by Teresita Blanco (The Artsy Sister)
Crimson Blossoms
Open old wounds.
Let those crimsons blossoms
Cover your chest.
Wondering in this desert,
A siren sounds in the distance.
You cannot seem to forget,
The sins you dare not remember.
11/22/2013
Heart of Thee
Breathe in the fumes.
New winds bring cool air.
The sun’s flares
Sing the same tune.
Around the moon
And back again.
Helios rises,
Aurora falls.
Look beyond thee.
Why drag your feet
Over this pearly ocean.
Take my hand, please.
Dare to smile anew.
For a few hours,
You may forget.
The clock ticks.
The sun rises again…
12/6/2013
Salad
Weighted down by these iron chains,
Each new step, filled with pain.
The hearth quickens.
A knife to your neck.
Bend low and moo.
Eat this putrid grass.
Start again,
This tortuous fast.
Futility races, all efforts, wasted.
You give another step
And your chest bursts
Crimson rose, red.
The flowers are blooming
Masking Thanatos’ perfume.
The Seer in Love
I can see you
As clear as daylight.
Your fragrance
Haunts me day and night.
I can almost
Feel your warmth.
My blue Rose,
You have yet, to bloom.
OH! I curse the fateful day,
The day, I laid my eyes on you!
Separated by time and space;
I dare not look at my brothers.
How much further
Must I go?
I reach out to you
And embrace nothing.
The vision of you
Will not fade.
My eyes lie blinded
To today.
Alas, I must swim ahead.
Race past this current,
At the ocean
I shall find you.
Tell me darling,
Will we meet again?
Father, Time
Father time, save me.
These demons wish to bury me.
I speak and no one listens.
Are they deaf to my words?
When I walk alone, at night.
The beggars hide from me.
On TV, I hear my name.
The things they say,
Oh! The shame, shame!!
I am no longer
Master of myself,
Father, Time
Set me free.
My poor sister
Lies blinded.
The lawyers will not
Let her hear my voice.
Preachers of death march to the furnace.
They tattooed my name in their chest.
For all their honors,
What has it done for me?
They seek only to blame.
They too refuse to see.
Father Time,
Rescue me.
Intermesso I, Adeutu
Why does it hurt
when I hear you call my name?
Why does it hurt
When I hear you say
“I won’t see you again?
Why does it hurt
When I see you walk away?
“What do you want me to say?
What? Did you think this was a game?
Avert your eyes, I am here to kill you again!”
Why does it hurt
When I see you walking away?
Stay by my side, darling!
Don’t go Away.
Why does it hurt
When I hear you say
“I won’t see you, ever again.”
“What do you want, my darling?”
I want you to stay!
“You know I can’t.”
Please stay beside me.
“Darling, believe me when I say,
I won’t see you ever again.”
Worthless
Frozen alabaster,
Purity and righteous might;
Come with me,
I will show you the light.
I will shape you in to someone of worth.
The plaster mold is broken.
The clays have hardened.
It’s too late to change its shape.
Enter the furnace to obtain new luster.
Oh! Misshaped masterpiece.
I will break you, and remake you
Into someone of worth.
It lingers
It has been two hours without you,
I can still taste you.
In my darkest hours,
You are my sole companion.
I wish I had never kissed you.
I wish I did not need you.
After dinner, I seek to kiss you.
You, my constant companion.
Even if I should leave you,
The memory of you will linger.
I wish I had never kissed you.
I wish I did not need you.
Trapped within your chains,
I’ve nothing to gain
From this burden.
Even if I should leave you,
These old scars will linger.
Domestication
Golden strands, emerald gems, brownie eyes.
The whip cracks on your back.
Still, you will not bend,
Even if it means your end.
The searing cauldron bubbles even louder,
Do not make thins any harder.
With each falling grain,
Grows one’s sense of purpose.
But still, you will not yield.
Blood Red Summer
A warm summer
Comes forth.
The yearly hunger,
At an end.
Listen to the trumpets sighing,
Hear those bells ringing.
It’s about to begin,
Oh! Lord!
The armies gather forth,
Separate banners.
Hearts of vengeance,
Begin the carnage.
Blood Red!
Eyes of Cerise
Rusted iron mane.
Time to end
their shame.
Come, Oh summer!
Beneath your scorching heat,
There it beats.
Let the war begin.
Blood Red,
Harvester of sins,
See the Carnage,
War, and pillaging.
The crimson sun,
Opaque.
By the rising flames.
Oh! Blood Red!
Time for the summer harvest.
Time for the carnage.
Sacred Aura
Sacred flame burning,
The virgin dances
To the echoing chants.
Sacred aura, burning.
Your crimson hues
Forever tormenting.
A cat meowing
Its starting.
The frenzied dance.
Twist, twist, we turn.
Silence, I don’t want to hear it!
Aura, I hear your song again.
“Gently, I cradle you in my arms, son.”
The mind grows ripe,
Crack it open, Oh! Sacred Aura.
My sweet cinnamon,
I cannot find repose.
Dance, my Sacred Aura!
Drown me in your embrace.
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Latent memories whisper of a time gone by.
Incense, sweet perfume, it lingers even now.
The city streets, stained like damp charcoal.
In vain, they try to ignite the coming morning.
Bitter were the first breaths of life.
Acrid sulfur, mixed with blood.
Unfeeling hands, grasping,
As the cold steely blade severs the first bond.
For how long was your back bent?
Please, thank you, you’re welcome.
A polite puppet, with nothing more to say.
Child of Sorrow
Blissful child of sorrow,
Wake up, its tomorrow.
Leave your forest behind,
Walk among men.
They will try
To make you hollow,
A husk like one of them.
Don’t let them!
Master your own fate,
Child of sorrow.
Smile at the coming morrow.
You are one among many!
Smile for a while,
Pretend before their guile.
They now offer you laurels,
To raise you upon their pedestal!
Don’t you see you are wearing a crown of thorns?
Oasis
Centuries ago,
We had a place
We called Home.
But the hourglass turned,
Promises now lie broken,
This new home is but a token.
That cannot buy us any peace.
Chess Match
1,2,3,4
The numbers grow,
So many new faces
Needing maintenance.
What a shame…
3,4,5
Nothing is fine.
There is no one
Left to blame.
Time and time again
We play our game.
We find new peons
Not daring to risk
Our loveliest queen.
7,8,3,4,9
Tally or votes,
Let’s play again.
And who cares about those faceless numbers.
Set the board, we are playing once again.
