Poetry VIII

Solitude

I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,

I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,

of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.

Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,

As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.

It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,

So to them I should say, my half never became.

I've been thinking of you, as to all and a pun,

which is what would it take, to me to understand,

that I was held in cage, made of sorrow non hope.

I felt burning in my core, my guts shook and poured

Cause afraid was it I, of become someone else.

Maybe was me, maybe wasn't you, but I promise,

I won't ever do it before, cause If life was fair,

I should be far from here, hidden, in solitude.

Even sickness could catch me, I shan't hesitate.

My decision is made, I shall die somewhere free.

Author and Copyright: Ahllopis

Poetry VI

Winter Solstice

The day is to past, the time is to come.

Life would be ashore, kept below a dome.

Wind shall blow and howl, clouds will rise and pour.

Darkness's upon us, light's hidden from roar.

Nature, nature, she is strong and fair,

wild, crazy, she is a must to protect.

Rain drops over us, sun above the air,

quiet, shiny, a rainbow to collect.

Grass has gone muddy, face mood turn blue.

Green are its features, they're part of nature.

Assets would perish, when birds sing anew.

Life has its magic, you'll see it is true.

Enjoy while you can, Sun shining through clouds,

tempering your nerves, aching again your thoughts.

You'll become clever, if you let it do.

Its work isn't easy, there's a burden on so.

A pain, a rash, it's a hundreds of us.

We burn, we run, we think she is ours.

Gea, oh, Gaia, many words to name you,

forget our mischief, we should know you.

It's a time to change your skin, make it white,

dress it fresh and cold, is on us enjoy,

your goods, faces and pure green unborn mite.

One more cloth shall come, like a little boy,

it shall smile and breath, life will change to speak

we'll stay here to see, from today winter's pick.

Author and copyright: AhLlopis

Poetry II

They come from far

Blind, I grown blind.

No color, no light.

Pain, I felt pain.

No matter, no gain.

Looking through the mirror glass,

things happen afar.

Taking notion of them,

as they were part.

There's no true,

there's no lie,

everything stays shy.

Scream, scream for those who can't.

Deaf, I am deaf.

No sound, no play.

Help, they need help.

No voice, no peep.

Washing hands, clear water,

blood stains, it marks.

Feeling guilty, sins and borders,

they stay apart.

Safe, safe of being as them.

No earth, no soil,

they have nothing else to take.

We are free, so we think,

but our blames will chase us deep.

Mourn, fake,

money gives no peace.

Don't bend over them,

they just need a proper start.

As long as It's alive,

your sin and mine will cry.

Author and copyright: AhLlopis

Poetry I

Dream of me

I've dreamt darkness, deep, unbearable.

I was part of it, a whole made of nothing.

It drifted me away, far, unstoppable.

I was the rod, paddling against the immensity.

I felt empty, lonely, blurred.

It took me time to see,

as long I could not say.

It took me time to breath,

and feel nothing but me.

Scare, stricken for being,

something that wasn't me.

I left the dream unleash,

wild, free, formidable.

I felt shinning, blazing, blinded.

I've dreamt lightness, bright, comfortable.

I was part of it, a beam, made of lightning.

It brought me back, close, unavoidable.

I was the light, shinning, throughout the totality.

I felt complete, strong, shaped.

It drove me high to see,

as far I could, I wish.

It drove me high to be,

a part of sun and night.

Amazed, struggled for being,

so alive to gleam and shine.

I hold the dream on tight,

bond, tied, constricted.

I felt sadness in me,

the darkness were again,

to take me far away,

my sins were much to say.

I've dreamt a dream of me.

Author and copyright: AhLlopis