Cristina

Cristina Dec 2015

write with your soul,
he will be healed in no time,
I've written over a hundred
darling,
poems, are never enough.

Cristina Dec 2015

never seen by wicked eyes
her smile bright that lasted too much
as lily of the valley were
in the beginning of the spring
when little flowers start to bloom
and die slowly in the late fall,
now shadows of twilight on her fair skin
auburn hair braid a side
covers a shoulder remained untouched
by smooth kisses from last night.

Cristina Dec 2015

Tears (from the broken shelf)

I've sold my soul to you this month
thinking all the past will be forgot,
instead I've found myself with tears on cheeks
and you looking like a fool at me.

Cristina Dec 2015

meanwhile (from the broken shelf)

unable to tell you my deepest thoughts
for months wondering "is this the worst?"
do you see how far we fell
is the question that I often say
like a shy weak girl starting to create a song
while we become more apart.

running to you at my best speed
hearing your yell that you're doing the same
hoping that the little fire we managed to create
will not die in the void we started to feel
meanwhile replaying part two of the song
*until we meet again, my love.

Cristina Jul 2015

come back to me

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am not lost, I wrote on an envelope
Because there was no paper and no screen to touch.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am here, I wrote on the sand
Before the high tide come.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I’m over the age of young and feel that soon I’ll be gone.

Come back to me
Find me if you can*
I whispered to a leaf
Hoping that the birds will hear.

Come back to me - stick in mind since I've heard them.

Cristina Jul 2015

sighs

There is a pain that strikes the heart
   And all that bleeds from the inside
      Are sighs
          And sighs
              And sighs.

Jul 2015

Joe Cole

When The Boys And Girls Come Home

When the boys and girls come home,
Flags and banners waving high
Shouting loud
"We did it for our country,
For world freedom we risked our lives"

No,  NO

On their faces writ the lie
Not for freedom God or country
Did  the young ones bleed and die
Yes banners held on high
But held in trembling hands
Those who left their dearest friends
Dead in foreign lands

NO

The bled and died because their countries
Could provide no decent work
I saw no  well paid or famous
Bleeding in the dirt

Bitter truth