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 Feb 2014 wah
Afrodita Nestor
How do you find your soul mate?
Is it by a chance or is in the fate?
Is it written in the stars or in our natal chart?
How to find this missing part?

How do we know?
Does it have to snow?
How does it feel?
Do we have to kneel?

Why does it hurt?
And makes it all that worse?
When we make one mistake
Are we all just forsake?

Will the other know?
Will he maybe glow?
Will there be a sign?
Or will he maybe shine?

If we ever meet
Will it be on the street?
Or maybe at the sea?
Do I have to climb a tree?

Should I just go on
Or should I wait till dawn?
Has the chance drove past?
How long this battle lasts?

I don’t have any strength
I don’t have the body length
To stretch out every day
Just to be betrayed

So what is wrong with the world?
Why is it so tough and curled?
Why is it so hard to see?
Why is it so hard to be?

I just have the brittlest heart  
That doesn’t want to fall apart
I just have the frailest soul
That needs the one to fill the hole

All I want is just a proof
That I am not the only goof
All I need is just my fate
To take me to my soul mate
 Feb 2014 wah
Afrodita Nestor
If I were a pirate and you were my ship
We will go out into waters deep

We will go where the sun is bright and shine
We will have strengths to cross that horizon line

We will go places far and away
You will be my company during night and the day

But I am not a pirate and you are not my ship
so let us keep dreaming and get back to sleep
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Feb 2014 wah
Chloe
Nightfall
 Feb 2014 wah
Chloe
Dark floats out into the silence
Crashing on the banks of Prometheus's wings
Opening a velvet-silk curtain.
To a fabric of shadowed stars
Cloudy fingers sew it clean
While invisible hands stitch pearls back in.
A ghost flits on the hallway stair
Reaching for the last shafts of sun
Tumbling off a silent dream
Blind as black with a lullaby hum
Filling the gaps in an empty line
Somewhere between dusk and dawn.
Just a little thing from 2-3 years ago, since I only have my phone on me at the moment. Based on Romeo and Juliet
 Feb 2014 wah
Carl Sandburg
I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
      and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
      used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
      mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
 Feb 2014 wah
Carl Sandburg
WHAT does the hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
Plate of ham and eggs, do they ask
Him if it was a good day's work
And everything went well or do they
Stay off some topics and talk about
The weather, base ball, politics
And the comic strips in the papers
And the movies? Do they look at his
Hands when he reaches for the coffee
Or the ham and eggs? If the little
Ones say, Daddy, play horse, here's
A rope-does he answer like a joke:
I seen enough rope for today?
Or does his face light up like a
Bonfire of joy and does he say:
It's a good and dandy world we live
In. And if a white face moon looks
In through a window where a baby girl
Sleeps and the moon gleams mix with
Baby ears and baby hair-the hangman-
How does he act then? It must be easy
For him. Anything is easy for a hangman,
I guess.
 Feb 2014 wah
Carl Sandburg
THE WASHERWOMAN is a member of the Salvation Army.
And over the tub of suds rubbing underwear clean
She sings that Jesus will wash her sins away
And the red wrongs she has done God and man
Shall be white as driven snow.
Rubbing underwear she sings of the Last Great Washday.
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