Adele

Adele Dec 2019

Why are you so scared? Just grab the pen... WRITE.

That's me. What scares you? I'm scared of so many things. Aren't we all? but it's time to take action, turn the pivotal path :)

Adele Dec 2019

Magic

Do you still believe in magic
when this life feeds you a potion
to see a disillusion world
and how this chemical program our brain
because this is how 'mimesis' work
designing what our lives should be
our dreams of flying with dragons,
morphed into slaying one as we grow up
until the imagination of colors
turn darker into black and white

Adele Dec 2019

Divine Love

In the second circle comes
a desperate heart, from the love
that end their destiny, attach and blown by the infernal wind
a contrapasso of carnal desire
and it seems a lesson
that has never been learned in this present world

How difficult it is to follow the path and be guided
by our wisdom, or a Roman poet
that will lead us closer to Divinity

I may or may not believe in a higher council
but the divine love of true self
is what brings us knowledge to
'see things, unknown to man'.

Maybe if we keep walking through the woods,
our pilgrimage is what makes us a true Poet.

Adele Dec 2019

Pamela Rae

For those of you who knows Pamela Rae,
she's the rainbow after a heavy rain
It been six years since she gave light to my path
as I walk the steep hills, there were
times
I almost
fall from heights
Her words were courage, a weapon to a fight
Hello Poetry, an unforgettable community
from strangers to a family.

Thank you.

Hi Pamela, I am not sure if you are still active (I barely am). I messaged you last year actually and I hope everything is great with you. Thank you for your poems and good kindred spirit. I want our community to know how I appreciate you (I believe some people here do).

Adele Oct 2019

find thy self and fly

They see the perfect scenic mountain
and the volcanoes that
met the largest salt flats
the symmetric smile when I dive under
the Cocal Mayo hot springs,
the intensity of walking through a hanging
bridge, and zip lining
under was a
lush forest
They told me my life was a dream
and some resent my happiness,
when only I was just trying to find mine

It's not what you think it is.

Adele Oct 2019

invisible barriers

there were fears and barriers
that stopped me to open a blank page
and just write
I looked at the white page;
full of curiosity
and emptiness that reflects
my face, quite longing to blossom
in the midst of being afraid

I confess, my words juggle and my thoughts are not arranged
how can I start my story
if they are not in order?

How do I do this?

The questions might be answered by just doing it...