I was sitting by a pond one day,
Through sun motes came the glitter way,
A tiny fairy appeared,
"What's the matter, my dear?
I'll grant a wish, then disappear.."
What to wish for indeed,
A silly book to read?
Or, I know,
my cheeks a'glow,
An endless choccy biscuits pack,
Even if get hideously fat,
So, I asked her, that's that.....
Now I sit by my sunlit pond today,
Munching choc biscuits for ever and a day,
A *** of tea, biscuits neverending,
By my pond, bliss unending......

My Raindrop Necklace
Primeira: Why are your hands wet?
Segunda: I was making a beautiful raindrop necklace, when suddenly all the beads turned into tears.
Primeira: You were trying to create something that could not exist outside your dream.
Segunda: I was only trying to make what I had seen.
Primeira: Sadly, it does not mean it will ever be,

I destroy myself to feel alive
I destroy myself to feel sane
I destroy myself to feel content

I glimpse at you
And you spread glitter on my heart
I can't help but to write you
Because you're a masterpiece
Of skin.
The shade of purple
You projected  
Is beautiful as poetry.

on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.

the last time I was warm I was abandoned,
now I exist within a bone-chilling endless corridor,
I've existed here for as long as I can remember.
my knowledge of love has been replaced by anxiety throughout these long lonely years,
I've walked down this corridor for eons and I've finally met someone,
their body gives off heat that they cannot feel in return.
surprisingly I try to warm the icicles upon their beautiful soul but I don't know how,
i pour my heart out to a solid wall,
now I'm empty and dry,
my mind tells me to continue down this endless corridor,
my mind says they have no hope,
but my heart says stay,
my heart tells me to be patient and to surrender my warmth,
my heart says to absorb their cold and share my warmth.
My heart stands still yet excited,
like a tropical desert.
What is happening

When you lost something,
God is arranging a better one for you,
they said.

I need what I wanted,
nothing better but only what I want,
The man said.

When it is a though day,
it is a challenge from God,
they said.

I have no tomorrow,
I want my day  happen just a tiny bit smooth,
the man said.

Shall I take in the stock or stand in the dock?

Do not lose faith in God,
be strong and keep believing,
they said.

I could not hold no more,
I am weak and disbelief,
the man said.

Punishment will befall,
on this sinned traitor,
they said.

There were angels who fell,
I am clear and awake,
the man said.

I shall not longer in pain or being restraint.