Saturday, May 25, 2013

Thoughts

Ask not of others that which you cannot produce yourself.
Beauty without virtue is not a treasure to be kept.
Love without trust suffers agony and isolation.
When men lack love they lack purpose,
And a man without passion is a crutch to behold.
Love is the fire that ignites passion in the hearts of men.
Lust is the demon that destroys souls,
Filling them with hatred and jealousy.
The manifestation of happiness is an attribute of the individual,
No one and no one thing can grant you that which only your soul can produce.
I am that which I love, I love that which I am.

A.M.





Friday, May 17, 2013

Ancient World for a New Soul

This world seems so old,
this time does not reflect the the images in my soul.
The faces have changed,
the emotions covered by unfeeling strength,
manipulated to feel the same,
hypnotized to forget
the unforgettable memories secluding the soul.

The life of dreams became a dream of a life
I can't seem to touch.
Have the Gods forsaken you, my king,
must you too, like your kingdom, live in delusion;
playing like children, desiring the new
and neglecting what has given you pleasure and fortune. 

My love, this life, this body you've given me
has been a magnet for deception, hate, jealousy,
but my essence, my Lord, couldn't have been more perfect.
Many joys, many passionate moments we've shared,
you have showed me glimpses of a peace, small sips of a satisfaction,
gulps of a fulfillment I know is a mere taste of the heaven awaiting me.

You gave me presents, my Creator,
a talent I used to attain worldly successes,
And after selling my soul I ungratefully blamed you for my failures.
I repented for my ignorance
And I pray your house welcomes me still.
You've given me a beautiful child
but she too will leave me before my time is through,
my precious and beautiful black pearl,
she has changed my life for the better.

Perhaps my devotion to my craft
has made me somewhat obsessed with impractical things,
perhaps my purpose is to be a devoted artist in my lifetime.
I'll be known as the crazed woman who wrote prose
In scattered form.
It's the long sought answer to the question:
Which came first, the egg or the chicken?.
Am I a Poet because I'm a ruminator
Or am I a thinker because I'm a Poet?

God knows I was not groomed to be a writer,
my parents still pray that I might find a more practical career.
Poets didn't come to this world to be celebrated,
to be praised and allowed to make a living by being themselves;
to build wealth by sharing their art.
Poets have come to show the world
that simple souls leading simple lives
can conceive immeasurable blessings
with imagination and devotion.

I am not a teacher
but I have been known to teach,
I am not a guide but I have inspired souls to change paths,
I am not a wife but I have loved and nurtured.
I have many roles in this life but none exceed my role as an artist,
Touching hearts with pure sentimental expression
Gives me the most joy of all.

And although I live a life of pleasures,
Of giving and receiving love,
Of pouring out my heart
In the hopes it will touch another,
I feel a inexplicable longing to leave this land.
My desire to travel away from this world
Upsets my loved ones,
But I can't help wanting to see the universe.

Perhaps I desire a better world,
A more peaceful existence,
A place where animals and humans aren't tortured.
Perhaps I'm tired of what I have seen and experienced,
Perhaps this life has become too old for me.
There is nothing I want from this world
More than for its people to awaken
And begin treating all life with respect and dignity.
This world seems so old,
This time does not reflect the images in my soul.



A.M



Thursday, May 16, 2013

Velha Infancia


Você é assim:
Um sonho pra mim
E quando eu não te vejo,
Eu penso em você
Desde o amanhecer
Até quando eu me deito.

Eu gosto de você
E gosto de ficar com você.
Meu riso é tão feliz contigo.
O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor.

E a gente canta
E a gente dança
E a gente não se cansa
De ser criança.
A gente brinca
Na nossa velha infância.

Seus olhos, meu clarão,
Me guiam dentro da escuridão.
Seus pés me abrem o caminho;
Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só.

Você é assim:
Um sonho pra mim;
Quero te encher de beijos.
Eu penso em você
Desde o amanhecer
Até quando eu me deito.

Eu gosto de você
E gosto de ficar com você.
Meu riso é tão feliz contigo...
O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor.

E a gente canta
E a gente dança
E a gente não se cansa
De ser criança.
A gente brinca
Na nossa velha infância.

Seus olhos, meu clarão,
Me guiam dentro da escuridão.
Seus pés me abrem um caminho;
Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só.
Você é assim: Um sonho pra mim.
Você é assim...
Você é assim: um sonho pra mim.
Você é assim...

Marisa Monte



Monday, May 6, 2013

Slow and Steady

Little by little, inch by inch
Straightedge, steady
I move forward
I might look stagnant at times
But I'm moving very slowly

The earth is round
Running around
Will eventually lead me back home
Home where I was born
Home where I was raised
Home where I escaped to
Home where I choose to live

The journey is within
So I move slow
To understand the present
To appreciate each moment
To embrace pain
To surpass fears
To realize dreams
So I don't have to return
To this old world again

The only way you'll meet me
Is if you make a you-turn
For you move very fast
Too fast for me to reach you
Too fast to accept the love
I was sent here to give you

A.M

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Naked Without You

I woke up bare
Your body missing from mine
My lips craving your kiss
My skin wanting your tongue

I woke up nude
Wanting your soul
Asking for your touch
Needing your love

I woke up undressed
Bare without your tender skin
Unclothed without your robe of passion
Naked without your blanket of pleasure

A.M




Aries Moon

Aries Moon

Filled with beauty
Full of life
Your piercing gaze
Your distinctive eyes
Your charming smile
Your wild energy
Arousing the senses
Inciting passion

Your stormy spirit
Your creative mind
Your howling heart
Calling my name
Welcoming my body
To your feast

A part of me knows you
So well
So familiar
Feels like I've had you
I've drank you
I swallowed
The dark side of you
But a part of me knows
You're new, intense, original
Spontaneous, passionate
Unknown--dangerous

A part of me sees
The potential for pleasure
A part of me knows
The pain involved
In wanting
In struggling
To let go from ecstasy

And wholeheartedly
I am moved
Motivated
Persuaded by a ghost
A shadow that follows
Every man I touch
A contrast of a lover
I died for

To move this heart
To shake this soul
To motivate these legs
To walk towards you
Would take more
More than you can give
More than either of us
Are willing to share

To know
We walk similar paths
To feel
We seek similar goals
Puts a smile on my face
Gives my heart hope
Hope
I'm moving forward
Hope
I've resuscitated feelings
Killed by unfeeling strength

Here
Depth and vanity meets
Here
Compassion and selfishness
Kiss
Here in my mind
Body and soul
Strength and weakness
Are one
I am you, you are me
Here
Is where you are challenged
To be the best you'll ever be

A.M