I didn't take part in your war
I never had a sword
I tried to live without bloodshed

this is my difference from you

I didn't no agree with your lies
stay away from me
I don't want to see fake faces
I am happy from the bitter truth

this is my difference from you

your garbage castle will destroye
you will be under
you don't know today
the danger that will come tomorrow for you
warning from me

this is my difference from you

From somewhere deep in time so deep as to be timeless
a woman who writes out her experience in rhythm
and in straight talking words forged from the beginnings-
where there is no beginnings only whispers of what might be
or indeed might have been, poets rise from the dust of their fleshy tongues knowing they are but dust and to dust they will return.

Truth teller
Truth teller
what will
you tell
will your tongue
be a sweetner
a luminescent pearl
or will it be a flame
to burn down the world.

She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.