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Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
In the mire of sunday news,
I am sick to my stomach
with the blues
The aching, longing
to escape this realm
for California is lit on fire,
the world is struck with dark
desire,
So I turn the volume down,
and let my mind rest with ease
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
The river of time flows,
the molasses slows, while eternal
light glows.
The waves rise above
my mind, where amethyst
resides bestowed from the divine.
Eyes open, and mouth shut tight
sunken, escaping the dreary
day to day chatter.
Seek the road when the white birds
call , for freedom
is rewarded to those
whom meet by the bend.
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
wading in the waves,
on helena street
I sing my songs,
and dream in black
and white
I grasp withering stems,
and live for the nights
The clouds are bleak,
my mind is electric
the shapes in my mind
are geometric, for I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
I wade in the cobalt sea,
and wait for the man to
come set me free
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
mantra,
the vessel which
guides the boat
into the everlasting
abundance of truth

silence,
the echo
brimming sunshine
on this plane

truth,
the soul cleansed
from the white noise hums

mediation ,
the key
to unlock
the kingdom
of heaven
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
I saw the clearest
of messages in
a vivid dream,
my feet were
chained as
I was
drowning in heavy
waters and couldn't
swim upstream

When the illusion shatters,
I'll finally get free
The hidden motives
will be revealed to me
my glistening thoughts
float away, I shall
interpret them
on a brighter day

Gilded love ends,
can't seem to stay
the darkness may loom
forevermore,
as it's always near

some mysteries remain
unraveled,
not all roads meant
to be travelled
life is strange indeed,
in my rose garden
I'm planting the seeds
purge the worries,
purge the sorrows
Empty mind,
can you fill these hollows
Inspiration fleets from my palms
I tried to grasp it,
but it can’t stay too long
Inspiration flies away
I’ll capture it again
when the wind don’t sway
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
He was an alchemist of the night,
for he transmuted my darkness into light
Samantha Cunha Dec 2019
my body ravaged by the
snowstorm, the winter breeze,
and the red wine on my
night stand made of gold

when the bath soaks
my sins, and drowns them
away, the needle
is still sharp and the
words still cut deep
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