I am a dying sister #31

I want to look into your eyes

Deep into the brown

I want to look at you and say

This is it

That is all

And then to walk away into another world

 

Tell me I am bad, tell me I am good

Tell me I cam mix it all

And make it understood

Please tell me I do wrong, even this is right

I just want to mix it all

And get it through the night

 

I want to look in to your eyes

Into the deep deep brown

I want you to say

This is it

That is all

Tell me it is time to walk away

Into another world

I am a dying sister #30

Cuts turn into scars, I covered them  with new clothes

A Soft eye surrounded by wrinkles- must be hidden by colored powders

On my cold feet I stretched a mesh and assembled leggings

I well did fixed my steps  with my blue heels shoes

Every day I pick more flowers, cutting off the stalk’s petal

I put them in the office, in the kitchen, in the bedroom

In the blood of my heart, in the depth of my guts

Parallel universes and quantificational objects-

Says the angel who has accompanied me until now

Parallel universes and quantificational objects.

I am a dying sister#28

How I used to swing like a glass of wine with no  yeast

Move with no wind and think about the sadness that fills all of me

How I am stirring now the life inside of the death

And in fact nothing has changed during the last months

 

Someone cut the rope for me

And left me tied up

Someone cut the rope for me and left me

Left me all alone

Holding onto what was already  ripped and soon there is no rope anymore

Someone cut the rope for me

And I am still tied up

 

How I used to stand with my face to the wind and think about meaning and beat

Feeling my desires behind a delusional screen

And in fact nothing has changed because it is the same nothing during months

 

Someone cut the rope for me

And I am still tied up

Someone cut the rope for me and left me

Left me all alone

Holding onto what was already  ripped and soon there is no rope anymore

Who cut my rope

And who left me tied up

I am a dying sister #27

I am looking at my palm

It is holding the black ash

The wind is trying to rob what belongs to her

She is trying to ease her rage, in you

For all the world, from you

I am clenching my feast, stronger this time

Never letting go, never crying

Who says there is no phoenix

Coming back to where he belongs, like you?

I am a dying sister #26

Sell yourself

to the public

float on the river

bleeding in

coloring the world with your soul

breathing everybody

into you

letting them juggle

then puking them out

to the loneliness

going back

to your corner

finding this hole, this hole

crumbling inside

to your skin

flattening your mind

to infinity

 

I am a dying sister #25

They say your soul is million pieces

Million pieces rolling in the seven worlds

They say there is no more “you”

You as I know, you as I love.

They say there is no more you, brother!

They say you turned into a dimension I can’t contain

and I can’t understand.

Is it selfish of me to want you as you?

to want you to leave angles and endless and seven worlds

to fall and to crash into the dirt,

to dig your way out,

is it selfish?

They say I am a fool for wounding my heart,

Looking at your pictures, everywhere.

They say it is just the body we lost,

The lost is a cover, a wrap, a trash bag.

Don’t look at his pictures, they say, don’t wound your heart by nonsense

The soul is here, is there- the soul is everywhere

Mourning with every tear, glowing with every happiness.

You are ruing him, you are ruing him- they say

By tears of nonsense, by mourning without an end

And I can’t contain and I can’t understand

I want to be selfish just with you.

Forgive me, it is so selfish of me

I think I will never understand.

I am a dying sister #24

One of your best friends just died. 

A motorcycle accident.

 

 The youngs are died before the olds?

18 year old is still a child.

Poor us, getting use to accidents.

Poor us, loosing our friends on the streets. loosing ourselves in sorrow.

He had a beautiful, beautiful motorcycle.

 

I am a dying sister #23

Kill me if you can

saith ME

Consume in wrath, consume and you be no more

No finger lift you lifted

Not by your thousands eyes might

Forced by Divine decree

Kill me if you can

for hearkened not to My voice

You had dominion, dominated you

Captured  in saith G-d fibrillation pleasure

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