Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jennifer DeLong Jun 2021
Wanna play with my voo doo doll
A pin or two wont do
Better with a cut or two
Paint it black or dark blue
Thats what , I do
Voo doo doll one for me
Maybe one for you
Wanna play with my voodoo doll
Button eyes different sizes
Theres one red the other green
My voodoo doll likes you
She wants to play a game
Stick a pin
its a game just for you
So will you play with her
My voodoo doll has eyes on you
Lets see what she can do
Do you feel it
A ***** or does it itch
Isnt this fun
A voo doo doll
She has so much to explore
So come on
Lets play
See what happens
Dont be scared
Shes not of you
Wanna play with voo doll too...
© Jennifer l Delong 6/2021
almat011  Mar 2019
Melody of love
almat011 Mar 2019
Me pulls to you ..... so strongly attracted to you
color of your skin so ****, ******, and very attractive and beautiful
In my opinion you are the most beautiful in the all universe space, measurement, worlds
My compliments, the truth, and no there is no flattery. In my opinion, this is how looks the most beautiful girl in the world. You are a very beautiful girl. You're a very **** girl. You are perfect. You are a masterpiece. You phenomenon of beauty that can not be repeated. So juicy, so exotic. It seems to me that you have an amazing beauty. You are the most beautiful in the universe all the dimensions of all worlds, you are a supreme being supreme creation, the crown of evolution. You're beautiful melody of love. You are so beautiful, just magic.
You to the point attractive ****. What you want to do countless times having ***.
I only dream if only one your kisses that blossom my soul. And from the touch of your hands on my body, and your lustful-touch for my private parts. I only dream to merge with you forever, body and soul, I only dream of an eternal, continuous *** only with you alone. I only know one thing, that I will forever love only you
Only at your most beautiful, stripped the body, you want to watch and view forever.

Every cell and molecule of my body and my soul is overwhelmed with love only for you. I long to be your beloved husband for all eternity and all lives, and even after death

Do you desire, you are perfect. Soup-navel **** genius. Do you like the sound of "the sound of a roaring engine ****** smart cars": VUM) VUM) vuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm) You paradise, you're mens happinesse. Easy, clean, gentle, heavenly delight. You dream of a lifetime. You're pretty unrealistic. On even to the extent to which she can be beautiful, it's just unbelievable. You are the best gift of fate. Before your powerful ****** charm simply irresistible. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole universe. It's a great, great. You luxurious gem. This delicate pearl skin, you sample the true human beauty and femininity. All the other girls compared to you quite simply uy) uy) uy) uy) uy), believe me you are very vip **** girl. Most also come up on the throne of honor honored the goddess, the great pedestal. Majestic music sounds, so subtly and sensitively praising your beauty for you. In your arms a man feels in the higher realms of pleasure. **** regal lioness. Graceful affectionately snarling tigress. Puff) bang) bang) bang) bang) mega glue your beauty kills all competitors by felling. Amazingly beautiful. Sultry, cool and ****-Mego. You are elite, you're a lux, you extra class Your beauty captivates the hearts of men. The queen of all men, divinely beautiful, majestic lady. **** kitten. Mens ******* myself in the pants, with excitement at the sight of you. My heart you certainly won. Imagine that you are on the sandy planet, and every speck of gold pure gold, these grains of sand, the golden thoughts about you and only about you. You stunned, and I from you noodle. You just incredible girl, unbelievable. You're a *** symbol. You is Brand, (dreaming about you) cool, greattbl, superebl. You're like a beautiful peacock, revealing to the people the infinite perfection of their external and internal beauty. Words gently kiss and hug. The outline playful. Queen of ardent passion, so a bit awe velvet body. You idol of femininity and nature ... anywhere in the world to find such a beautiful sight as yours, which is just crazy, captivating with their enchantments of love, and you can not escape from the past and it is impossible to pass, look pierces the tenderness of their feelings.
you thermonuclear *** bomb you lux extra class.
Your passionate gaze iceberg melt. A look of love, perfect beauty. You are an incredibly beautiful girl, you're a mega-explosion of a nuclear bomb.  Boooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm), a brain explosion, demolition of all its rivals mega wave. Sweet, sweet as honey. You're sweeter than any candy. You have the talent to charm the guys for their beauty. Your beautiful image of a gentle heart overflows with love for you. Goddess of all men. You are the most gentle in the world. You are wonderful. You as a model in these photos. Original and stylish. Pretty number one in the world. You like to radiate special energy of love and pulling for you. With you all the time you want to be, always and forever. With no one way can not be as good as you. You are infinitely deep and beautiful as the universe itself. Because it is simply not possible. After all, you're stylish, cool, cool. As you have all that is in the ideal image of a woman. Fantastically beautiful. Moon Flower, gently shimmering in the sunlight. How beautiful are your eyes, like a mermaid I want to plunge back to see you sitting on his throne, beautiful creature mermaid her voice beckons you, only your arms, I shall find eternal rest. Awesome adhesive modest. I can not believe my own eyes, how beautiful you are.  you like cream with chocolate .... same tender .... sweet ...... "Your charm charms as analgesia. Do you use it perfectly. Beautiful eyes look like hypnosis. Such a nice warm look. Concealing in itself a treasure of delicate beauty. Infinite height. from that soars from the love of you soul. I like your figure beautiful nymph ... I conquered your soft intriguing, mysterious look ... marvelous sweet charm tempts and drags a.
You are my sweet dream.
I give myself to you forever.
Your loyalty and sincere love.
That's all I want.
You only one I ever want.
You are my love, my fondest wish.
Your photo makes me so *****
I wait from you of reciprocity and understanding.
My word is my tongue that gently caresses your skin and soul.
Gentle and sweet flesh of thy nothing in this universe is not.
Hot passion of your reality in this I do not find.
My words and my eyes tell you only one thing.
The best you never find.
In) during) during) during) during) during) during) during) during) during) Check it out, acclaimed, reviewed, look. Composed for you, about you, tenderly loving s) a) a). **** Barbie, Babe attractive, graceful lady, tender crumb, kitty) kitty) charming cat, sweet baby. One only your smile, this is a great victory and the men feat. Rather Go up to the throne of the goddess honored the great pedestal. Lyrical music sounds just as sensitively and subtly praising your infinite beauty for you. You're a real beauty icon. Designed for real mens, and gentlemen. Vuuuuuuuufffffffffff) tuff) tutuf) tutuf) speak very gently and quietly) tshshshshshshshsh) sounds quiet hypnotic music of love) I'm fascinated by your sensual, delicate charms, leads to you inexplicable wonderful attraction, about how beautiful your magic your charms so vague and so beautiful like brave a charming dope) of your charismatic charm my calls so subtly, subtly and clearly, so sensuously and easily, fervently and passionately, and so ****, ****, cute and appetizing, attractive, beauty, beckoning your temptation, seduction, you're tempting, seductive life you my call, just you alone all the time waiting and call about how much obsession, just the warmth of your feelings gently warms and the confluence of feelings showers my thy soul seizes you soft velvet and silk, you're hot sweet gentle sweetness) only happiness) happiness) and serenity) verily, thou great priceless personality, being at the mercy of your hot emotions and sweet emotion, want to be in them always and forever), I gain peace and paradise on earth, the gentle heat of your mouth, and the warmth of your tender eyes , takes in the wonderful world of your bliss, perfect minute clock, and second only to you, and I want to be just with you, because you have life, you're my only reality, you are my world and the whole universe, keep true allegiance to you, and I just

quietly and timidly say that the only one you love. Without you, life is impossible. You're perfect, you're Suite) glossy, glamorous cute Moore) Moore) Cutie) Ya) ya) dastish fantastish) perfecto) shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik) You just mmmmmmmmmmm). This sweeeet) beautifuuuuuuuuul) well just aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh) pass out of love for you. Being with you is the continuous buzz, yummy relish) you so photo-film ****-genic photogenic, for movie movie-genic, urrrrrr). We humbly bow to your greatness, great, beautiful goddess, you are perfection. You cool muse, you're cool motif gives your beautiful image of a mega positive, you're a real Kulnev neo) neo) creative, "you're a real jackpot, juicy freshshshshshshsh)" you're the main leitmotif of this world, you're center of the world, a great Bagheera, the pearl of the world. Yes it's true because I think you only one I admire. The idol of all idols, the goddess of all goddesses. Take my word, because it's all true, and I sincerely hope that you give me at least not much pleased. Chorus: "You're **** Bugatti, Maserati best, fastest Ferrari, Pagani elegant. You stylish Bentley, luxury lambordizhni, royal Rolls Royce, wonderful noise voice, only for a cool boys ", voo tyzh) bad, whip. Your extraterrestrial beauty in a nutshell is this: "beautiful and saucily". And I long to see your gentle green light. abruptly, clearly, accurately, rarely smooth, sweet, stylish, strong, powerful, precise, transcripts, honorable. When you're near everything it is not important, so slow and so pointless. Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) ...... Yop) Thank you exist, let sit next to you, take my word for all this is not flattery, be your this is such a great honor, but this is a boon to any man, veeeest) Because you are the most cherished love and the dream of every man. Oooo) Olya-la-la **** figure in this world only you. All attention is focused only on you, everything pales in comparison around with you, and I want to be next only to you, but you pridnalezhat one. You are luxuriously best bust, sweet with sweet lips and mega **** predatory gaze from his amorous feelings rage, my wash only about you say, look what they do to me from the love of you are doing, your beautiful image on forever in itself charms shining, inspires, subordinates, intoxicating. **** goddess. Number one in the world. My low bow only to you) worship only you) Uffffffff) When you're around, getting hot, bright, nice, snip) snip) Vuoks) as a flamethrower let go the flame of his fine feelings, heart pounding more often you zhzhosh not for children, I want to see often, so sultry, beautiful, navel-soup finally, uhhhhhhhhhhh) love is so strong that even begins to hurt the heart. Luxury queen of all parties and catwalks, you unattainable pinnacle, all societies, beeeem) cupid shot of powerful magnum, oooo) complete demolition of all reason, can not hear anything except for you, and now can be seen, only you feel now just you and I I think that I was created just for you. Thank you, thank you, that drew on this as I am. For you, this is only for you, but it's all for you, all for you. I suffer, expect all the time I love you. You're the most desirable woman in the world. Epic, lyric, simpotichnaya) You're beautiful in everything in this world, only you're beautiful. You are endowed with charismatic energy inexplicably beautiful charm ... .ihi) ...... Mochi-mochi-mochi, manenko, manenko, manenko such mainka, mainka, krasotulechka, slyadkaya-slyadkaya girl Lapushka, adorable, cutie, baby, cute flower, candy, umnichka, bird, swallow, Rybonka, kitten, sun-golden-favorite-of-the-most-expensive, good-natured as fluffy hare .................. PSA) PSA) Oooh yeaaah) PSA-PSA) honor) worship, revere, and boundless respect, PSA-PSA) is the only real girl in this PSA, PSA world) you're the most epic, lyrical, lovely) PSA-PSA) you are best of the best, but you have no equal, PSA-PSA) you're the most endowed the title of the most beautiful in the history of mankind, PSA-PSA) you are the most important, the most glorious hero, the only one worthy of a goddess. PSA-PSA) is any place adorn, and instantly all the guys for their beauty by felling you fought, PSA, PSA) and all competitors envy into a deep depression makin PSA-PSA). Because you from herself beauty and eroticism idea tirelessly all its beauty and all are striking. Poetic, exotic, ****** lyrically. Living next to you harmony, grace, take my word, words can not convey, and I want to give you his heart. The sweetest voice only you, the skin so tender and pure, like a beautiful flower, on the face of my delight. So serene, so peaceful and quiet, static, nice and smooth, their places of origin is not in the universe, the soul like a light cloud in the sky hovering, always remembers you, you my love gives. The rays of your love life shines gently nurtures and warms, under your angel wings minds gradually falls asleep. A truly happy life does not happen without you. Next to you, my soul is in heaven remains, and only you, only one truly trusts. Your personality is loud, cool, beautiful, unique. Loud) loud) loud) You're a valuable copy of human beauty tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts -tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) oooooo) you higher hooooootest bella mamasita, so moschnobl) with you all the time you want to be srochnobl) tochnobl) you're so cute, I love devotedly, furiously and fanatically. All zabyvaetsya around when you're around, captivated by your unique gentle gaze. Diamond beautiful, deep sapphire, stratsno rubirno, amazing emerald, pearl cute, I was very hooked, very surprised, so beautiful that a tear struck, and tenaciously for his soul took in your deep beautiful distance afield, was happily and easily, and suddenly the shower glittered and blossomed. One only makes your **** look and feel embarrassed blush. See how I want to enjoy it. It makes harder and harder to fall in love with you, I want to again and again appear near you, and never to say goodbye to you, and do not give up when you're around wants to smile with happiness, and you always stay on. Soft) soft) soft) How marvelous your gentle eyes, a beautiful shine, so deep beautiful color, hi) and the lips gifted hot, passionate force, like a sweet juicy berry, shine sweet tender crumb precious shine temptation, fantasy) romantic) ****** ) to you so goes the lipstick) gentle, spectacular pretty perfect) yes) so accurately) not lying, exactly) so refined, so perfect it all, only you, you can safely say all envious yeeeah) baa) baa) beeeee) each part of your body, is true, unattainable, infinitely ****, perfectly gospodstvennoe, divine perfection, which is the business card of your wonderful personality, a genuine sample of the sweet candy, delight, joy. You are an ideal model for the most famous, the channels, magazines, you have the sweetest voice in the world, so it is ideal in television and radio broadcast, a perfect icon of the media, the beautiful goddess of the VIP, I think so. And only love and honor. You are the most precious value in this universe. Heart and love is boundless open and so clean and perfect for you, all I say is not in vain, my love for you is a whole universe dedicated to you. You are beautiful in every way, so different, so special, your presence, gives a special feeling of harmony and peace, you are like a hot flaming fire of love and creation. Bright spark your feelings enliven, inspire. You are like a breath of life, fresh, cold water, your nature is so beautiful, so deep. Your acts as the earth itself give rise to life. You merry wind of freedom, infinitely great, free, you are giving hope and life, really need you like the air. Ooty) Ooty) Ooty) multi-billion-dollar celebrity babe, baby on triliard. I give you a well-deserved medals: for the record for the beauty of the world, a record for the entire beauty of the universe, the medal: in the beauty of a well-deserved
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Romantic Poetess Jan 2011
I wan'na find a funky riff
Put myself in its pocket
Find that place
Where the drums and the bass
Need me to
Work that voodoo out.

I wan'na find a funky riff
Forget where I’m at
Never get where I’m go’in
Never tell what I’m show’in
Just want to
Work that voodoo out.

I wan'na find a funky riff
Need to get mellow
Need to forget
What I’m gon’na get
When I
Work that voodoo out.

I wan'na find a funky riff
Need to unwind
Need to sit in your lap
Hear your fingers tap
When we
Work that voodoo out
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
/                                          there's a difference
between sycophancy
and, being:
                       endearing...

like there's a difference
between
what psychiatrists
fear -              empathy

and what the generic
  (yes, that's a collectivist
term for society)

crave, in the form of sympathy...

why why, oh my...
words actually do possess
the fathomability of squares
and other forms

of ad abstractum;
        so... can you make
my sudden surprise: generic?!

    ginger ninja, ******* son of
a skivvying mom (um?)
   'ere we go! 'ere we go!
     rhyme and rhythm -

   now watch me perform
    a... mahler!

enough rhyme to encompass
a rhythm for you?

  - ginger ninja... **** me:
   good that i didn't think it up,
             but merely passed it on.

(that seriously implies the genesis
of the concept of a paragraph,
in english,
      utilißing the hyphen...

i'm foreign:
   english isn't exactly to become
a serious concept...
     i fiddle with it without playing
a violin...
     i toy with it...

    the mortus operandi
  of the memoria of my great grandfather
(on my mother's side)
  was that i was supposed to play
the piano...

   sure as **** i'm playing one now...
but all my notes
are "surd"-encodings...

   inorganic now...
              organic later...

ha ha! that ******* i're celtic
                              ginger ninja! ha ha!

it's a love: that transcends
                            domesticatic a woman;

because there's an alternative
to keeping one?

               really?!

mmm...  just the thought of an alternative:

   one word clue...

                  yummy:

                           mixed-race "*******":

jay-jay- jay-may-can       oopsie far-vour
   (that's québécois
for                                 vow-oh-r
   voo...
                     trump pursed lips...
    
                         far-  -voo- -voolevie-
                  voo-va-voom...

and no... it's not a... favour...)
            
come to think of it,
   i prefer organic canvases
             of implementation,
           since: no poet actually
convened to surprise the, "idea":
which was already a priori in
            an ontological canvas;

this? this is just a posteriori!

   am i the first person to actually
paint onto a psyche rather than
                    a blank canvas of wool?  

what a ******* ****-head that i am
infuriating such ideas without
any actual implementation strategies!

                                                    ­                      /
David Ehrgott Dec 2015
The comm-u-ter
It go choo-choo
Down the track
  
The comm-u-ter
It go choo-choo
Down the track
  
And if you knew
That comm-u-too
Then you'd yoo-hoo
Yeah, you'd yoo-hoo
  
Left the station
For vacation
Five O' Eight
  
Left the station
For vacation
Five O' Eight
  
On a friday
With no rain date
Ain't that great
Now ain't that great
  
Got the voo-doo
In the boom room
Friday night
  
Got the voo-doo
In the boom room
Friday night
  
If you'd seen her
Then you'd greet her
"What a sight"
Now, ain't that nice?
  
On the new train
The Northern Blue train
It's all right
  
On the new train
That Northern Blue train
It's all right
  
You can catch it
'cept on Sunday
You got that right?
Now, ain't that nice?
  
The comm-u-ter
It go choo-choo
Down the track
  
The comm-u-ter
It go choo-choo
Down the track
  
And if you knew
That comm-u-too
Then you'd yoo-hoo
Yeah, you'd yoo-hoo
There used to be a time when you were paddling down the river
You'd hear that banjo song and you'd go all a quiver
You know the song I mean it always made me shiver
Now, there's something scarier when you're out there on that river

(banjo music...deliverance theme)

No matter how far south you go there's tv shows galore
Cajun this and Cajun that and Cajun even more
Louisiana sold out it's a reality tv *****
If you find name one show that's filming you know there's 15 more

(banjo music...deliverance theme)

Of all the shows out there I don't get Honey Boo Boo
I mean, look at how that child looks we're talking nasty ju ju
There's a high priestess out there who did some Boo Boo Voo Doo
I've never seen another kid who looks like Honey Boo Boo

(banjo music....deliverance theme)

There's not a place down south not owned by Duck Commander
They own the rights on everything, on every salamander
If there's a deal on anything, these good old boys will land 'er
The Robertson's own everything, those Buck 'n Duck Commanders

(banjo music...deliverance theme)

Now, as I said that banjo song was scary and it was a real big hit
But, now it takes up second place, something else will make you '***
No need to fear the banjo being played by a hermit
It's when the State Trooper asks..."Boy, where's your paid up film permit?"

( banjo music...deliverance playout)
Maria Vasileva Nov 2018
She is multi-faceted.
She is not a wallpaper.
If she could , she would,
but still,
she is a landscape.
Winks at him,
then leaves,
kisses another,
her intentions don’t comply,
creates as if they are crafts.
Voo-doo dolls
with prejudiced faith .
She is a princess
of all them towers.
She is a queen
of undisturbed motion
and vibrant colours .
Her attention span
is longer than her eyelashes
and lasts more than
your miserable
loving.
Pequeno sonho, pequeno voo, todo aquele que morre,
Pouco depois de nascer, vazio de esperança e vontade,
Sentido e crescido, perdido de forte abraço com a vida,
Palavra bonita se esvanece ou fortalece por ser forte!

Nesse pequeno engenho de transporte ao lado diferente,
Cheio de razões quarentes para poder apertar de imediato,
Aconchegando a mim e partir junto com ele nesse momento!
Novo ou velho está vivo e não é hora de para já desistir!

A lata ferrugenta desse transporte de viagem ardente,
Não é o problema da morte do profundo sonho,
É falta de animo e falta de querer que ele viva,
É esperança perdida e tempo de te moldar verdadeiramente!

Estudando manuais bizarros de situações de vida vivida,
Facilmente encontro o molde de concerto desse engenho,
Esquecido e embevecido em memórias aventureiras,
Que em tempo servira para viagens contadas lisonjeiras.

Chegou a hora de pintar o espaço envolvente onde durmo,
Criar uma família, constituída por mim um peixe e um pássaro,
Porque hoje não há tempo a perder para coisas de verdade,
De verdade mesmo sou, eu, esse peixe e esse pássaro!

Autor: António Benigno
Dedicado ao tempo, à viagem e ao rumo da verdade!
wichitarick Apr 2020
MIDDLE OF MY MIND

Many explanations for what are  personal exclamations,  sights unseen by the the ones that are keen

Tastes and smells sights or sounds, simple hints that lead to something so profound

Electric waves washing over me, mixing mental physical energy to create negative synergy

We lie in wait at a familiar gate opening to an unknown fate, minor glimpse for what is inbound

Forcing me down, swift or slow still leaving it's frown,frozen in time  yet another check in my  diary

Sampling a storm,hellacious hurricane to circling cyclone, electric waves fluctuate on a battle ground

Mystical  madness robs our gladness, strong voo doo, frothing foaming wild animal halting my stamina, taking moments of our legal sanity

Sudden stagnation of time like stopping sands through the hourglass,seeking escape while the spasms further impound

Another frightened night falling into the fold, moments ago we were so bold,  now I prepare for random phantoms to make their inquiry

Un rehearsed Dark drama silently awaiting, constricting contrast, marked moments, embedding memories that may soon pass or will I be drowned

The mystery in the middle of my mind leaves me wondering, it's appeal has a hidden zeal like a mysterious friend who may play nice or leave an injury

A witness saw my soul, blindsided into oblivion, came again  without showing it's role,  survival came again today, maybe tomorrow my resting place be found. R.C.
"Peace Takes Practice"
This may not be understood at first by most,but is the actual time line or while it is happening of a seizure at least from my side. I now have 3 poems one before or Aura and this during and one after or "postictal" and am curious how to group them together? I appreciate your reading,any input is helpful. Peace. Rick
Rui Serra Jun 2015
fecho os olhos ao mundo

concentração

no descompasso das batidas do meu coração

batidas
inquietas
saltitantes

percepções
sensações

asc­endo a uma outra dimensão

onde não existe

tempo
espaço

sigo o compasso
da minha alma

que no seu voo livre silencia
essa entrega sem limites

sustenho a respiração
coloco a vida em manutenção

nessa viagem tão sentida
nessa viagem que é a vida
Mariana Seabra Jun 2022
Ó terra fria e suja,
Com que os vivos me taparam...
Fui acorrentada
       aprisionada
       encaixotada
Cabeça, corpo e alma soterrada,
Quando ainda não tinha idade...
Era bela e tenra a idade para me saber salvar.

A criança que fui, se é que a fui,
Jaz numa campa, jaz lá deitada.
Tornou-se um símbolo de pureza,
Da minha inocência arruinada.
Mal fechou os olhos, soltou-se o último suspiro,
Abriu-se a Terra e ouviu-se em grito:

"És só mais uma pessoa estragada!
Bem-vinda ao mundo real,
Aí em cima, estar partida é requisito.
Desce cá abaixo, atira-te sem medos,
tenho muito para te ensinar!
Aqui somos todos filhos do Diabo,
Dançamos com ele lado a lado,
Aniquilamos o que em nós já estava manchado,
Destruímos a ferro e fogo o ódio e o pecado,
Renascemos livres e prontos para amar.
Anda recuperar a pureza que te tentaram matar!"

Bichos do solo que devoravam
O meu corpo gélido e petrificado.
Via-os passar por cima do meu olhar desesperado,
Comiam o que restava do meu coração.
Quase, quase adormecido...
Quase, quase devorado...
Quase, quase esquecido....
É bom relembrar-me que estou só de passagem,
Enquanto me entrego ao sonho e a esta última miragem
Da violência, da ganância, da frieza, da ignorância,
Que só os vivos desta Terra conseguem revelar.


Acharam eles que me iam quebrar!

Belo truque de ilusionismo!
Foi o que me tentaram ensinar.
Levei metade da vida para me desapegar
De todos os maus ensinamentos que me tentaram pregar.
Mas não sou Cristo para me pregarem,
Prefiro crucificar-me já.
Nem sou Houdini para me escapar,
Prefiro o prazer que ficar me dá.
A minha maneira é mais barbária,
Abri caminho à machadada,
Incendiei a cruz e a aldeia inteira,
Rebentei com o caixão onde estava enfiada.
Fui à busca da liberdade, para longe.
Bem longe, onde não me pudessem encontrar.
Não encontrei a liberdade, essa já a tinha, já era minha.
Mas reencontrei a inocência que há tanto queria recuperar.

Chamem-me bruxa moderna!
Mulher sensitiva, sonhadora, intuitiva,
Que vê além do que os sentidos mostram,
Que sente além da fronteira que nos separa do invisível.
Neta, bisneta, trisneta, tetraneta,
De mulheres poderosas e ancestrais.
Das chamadas "bruxas originais"
Que os cobardes não conseguiram queimar.
E bem que as tentaram erradicar!
Mas a magia sobrevive à História!
Poder senti-la hoje, poder perpetua-la,
Essa será sempre a nossa vitória, pertence a todas as mulheres.

Que venham agora tentar apanhar-me!

Solto-lhes as chamas do Inferno,
Onde os deuses me escolheram forjar.

Ai, a crueldade que este mundo traz...

Só mesmo as pessoas, essa raça sadia que é capaz
De destruir o seu semelhante, manipular o seu próprio irmão,
Sem um único pingo de compaixão.
Pegam na pá, cavam-lhe o precipício,
São os primeiros a empurrarem-no ao chão.
Reparem bem...Disse "pessoas",
Que é bem diferente de "seres-humanos",
Essa é a questão.
Porque quem sabe ser-humano, sabe bem daquilo que escrevo,
Não é indiferente à sua própria condição,
Limitada, defeituosa, machucada.
Basicamente, não valemos nada! Que alívio, admiti-lo.
Loucos são os que vivem na ilusão
De serem superiores aos bichos do solo.
Os mesmos que vos vão devorar os olhos no caixão.

(...)

Ó terra fria e suja
Com que me taparam...
De lágrimas foste regada,
De ti surgiu o que ninguém sonhava,
Um milagre que veio pela calada.
Um girassol!
Com pétalas de água salgada
Que sai pelo seu caule disparada.
És tudo, simultaneamente!
És nascente do rio e és fonte avariada.
Pura água! onde toda a gente mergulhava,
Apesar de não saberem lá nadar.
Não paravam para a beber, quanto mais para a apreciar.

Talvez tenha sido numa noite de luar,
Que conheci uma ave rara...
Uma beija-flor colorida, com olhos castanhos de encantar,
Formas humanas, magníficas,
E uma voz melódica de fazer arrepiar.
Talvez tenha sido num dia de sol,
Que ela me observara, indecisa sobre a partida ou chegada.
Porque é que em mim pousara?
Não sei. Não a questionei.
Fiquei encantada! Estava tão tranquila
Que quase... quase flutuava, como uma pena soprada,
Enquanto ela penicava a minha água salgada,
Banhava-se na minha corrente agitada,
Sentia os mil sabores enquanto a devorava,
Absorvia-me no seu corpo sem medo de nada.
Não havia presente, passado ou futuro!
Só havia eu, ela e as semelhanças que nos representam,
Os opostos que nos atraem e complementam,
O amor que é arrebatador, ingénuo e puro.

Nessa noite, nesse dia, descobri que a água amava!
Como é que posso dizer isto de uma coisa inanimada?
Vejo vivos que já estão mortos,
Submersos nos seus próprios esgotos mentais.
Vejo coisas que estão vivas,
Como a água que nunca pára,
Não desiste de beijar a costa por mais que ela a mande para trás.
Ela vai! Mas sempre volta.
Se o amor não é isso, então que outro nome lhe dás?

Podia jurar que ouvi a água a falar...
Que sina a minha!
Outra que disse que veio para me ensinar.
Envolveu-me nos seus braços e disse:
"Confia! Sei que é difícil, mas confia, deixa-te levar.
A água cria! A água sabe! A água sabe tudo!
Já se banharam nestes mesmos oceanos
Todas as gerações que habitaram este mundo.
É a água que esconde os segredos da humanidade,
Os seus mistérios mais profundos.
É a água que acalma, é a água que jorra, é a água que afoga,
Dá-te vida ao corpo, mas também a cobra."

Não era a água...estava enganada.
Era a minha ave rara quem me falara,
Quem me sussurrava ao ouvido,
Com um tom de voz quase imperceptível mas fluído.
Que animal destemido!
Decidiu partilhar um pouco de si comigo,
Decidiu mostrar-me que pode existir no outro
um porto de abrigo.
Teceu-me asas para que pudesse voar!
E disse "Vai! Voa! Sê livre!",
Mas depois de a encontrar, não havia outro sítio no mundo onde eu preferisse estar.
Ensinou-me a mergulhar, a não resistir à corrente,
A suster a respiração, controlar o batimento do coração,
Desbravar o fundo do mar, sem ter de lá ficar.

Verdade seja dita! Devo ter aprendido bem.
Verdade seja dita! Sempre à tona regressei.

Bem que me tentaram afogar! Eu mesma tentei.

Mas verdade seja dita! Sou teimosa, orgulhosa.
Se tiver de morrer, assim será! Mas serei eu!
Eu e só eu, que irei escolher quando me matar.

Pode parecer sombrio, dito da forma fria que o digo.
Mas verdade seja dita! Sinto um quente cá dentro,
Quando penso na liberdade de poder escolher
A altura certa que quero viver
Ou a altura certa que quero morrer.

(...)

Com as asas que me ofereceu,
Dedico-me à escrita, para que a verdade seja dita.
Da analogia, à hipérbole, à metáfora, à antítese.
Sou uma contradição maldita!
Sou um belo paradoxo emocional!
Prefiro voar só, a não ser quando bem acompanhada.
Porque neste longa jornada,
A que gosto de chamar de "vida" ou "fachada",
Há quem me ajude a caminhar.

Pela dura estrada, às vezes voo de asa dada.
Celebro com a minha ave rara a pureza reconquistada!
Permitimos que as nossas raízes escolham o lugar
Por onde se querem espalhar.
Seja na Terra, no Céu, no Mar.
Somos livres para escolher!
Onde, quando e como desejamos assentar.

(...)

Dizem que em Terra de Cegos,
Quem tem olho é Rei.
Digo-lhes que tinha os dois bem abertos!
Quando ao trono renunciei.

Não quero a Coroa, não ambiciono o bastão,
Não quero dinheiro para esbanjar,
Não quero um povo para controlar.
Quero manter o coração aberto!
E que seja ele a liderar!
Deixo o trono para quem o queira ocupar.
Para quem venha com boas intenções,
Que saiba que há o respeito de todo um povo a reconquistar.
Quem não tenha medo de percorrer todas as ruas da cidade,
Da aldeia, do bairro... desde a riqueza à precaridade.
Para quem trate com equidade todo o seu semelhante,
Seja rico ou pobre, novo ou velho, gordo ou magro,
inteligente ou ignorante.
Vamos mostrar que é possível o respeito pela diversidade!

Governemos juntos! Lado a lado!

(...)

O reflexo na água é conturbado...
Salto entre assuntos, sem terminar os que tinha começado.
Nunca gostei muito de regras e normas, sejam líricas, sociais ou gramaticais.
No entanto, quanto mais tempo me tenho observado,
Mais vejo que há um infinito em mim espelhado.
Sou eterna! Efémera...
Só estou de visita! E, depois desta vida,
Haverá mais lugares para visitar, outras formas para ser.
Só estou de visita! É nisso que escolho acreditar.
Vim para experienciar! Nascer, andar, correr,
Cair, levantar, aprender, amar, sofrer,
Repetir, renascer...

Ah! E, gostava de, pelo menos, uma grande pegada deixar.
Uma pegada bem funda, na alma de um outro alguém,
Como se tivesse sido feita em cimento que estava a secar.
Uma pegada que ninguém conseguirá apagar.

E, se neste mundo eu não me enquadrar?

Não faz mal! É porque vim para um novo mundo criar.
Para ser a mudança que ainda não existe,
Para ter o prazer de vos contrariar.

Sou feita de amor, raiva, luz, escuridão, magia,
Intensidade que vibra e contagia.
Giro, giro e giro-ao-sol, enquanto o sol girar.
Mesmo quando ele desaparece, para que a nossa lua possa brilhar.

Quem, afinal, diria?
Que o amor que me tentaram assassinar,
Cresceu tão forte em agonia
Que tornou-se tóxico, só para os conseguir contaminar.
E inundar, e transbordar, quem sabe, para os mudar.
Como que por rebeldia, estou habituada a ser a que contraria.
Prefiro fazer tudo ao contrário!
Em vez de me deixar ser dominada, prefiro ser eu a dominar.
Mais depressa me mantenho fiel à alma que me guia,
Do que a qualquer pessoa que me venha tentar limitar.
Nunca fui boa a ser o que o outro queria.
Nunca foi boa a reduzir-me, para me certificar que no outro haveria um espaço onde eu caberia.

Uma mente que foi expandida
Jamais voltará a ser comprimida!
Nunca mais será enclausurada! Num espaço fechado
                                                         ­                         pré-programado
                         ­                                                         condicio­nado
Cheio de pessoas com o espírito acorrentado,
Que se recusam a libertar das suas próprias amarras,
Quebrar antigos padrões, olhar para fora da caverna,
Em direção ao mundo que continua por ser explorado.

"Então é aqui a Terra? O tal Inferno que me tinham falado!"

Sejam livres de prisões!
Revoltem-se, unam-se, libertem-se!
A vocês e aos vossos irmãos!
Vão ao passo do mais lento!
Certifiquem-se que ninguém fica para trás!
Sejam fortes e valentes!
Mostrem que, com todos juntos,
A mudança será revolucionária e eficaz!
Apoiem-se uns aos outros!
Não confiem no Estado!
Dêem a mão uns aos outros, sejam o apoio que vos tem faltado!

(...)

Carrego a luz que dei à vida e, reclamo-a para mim.
Não me importo de a partilhar,
Faço-o de boa vontade!
Este mundo precisa de menos pessoas e mais humanidade.
Esta humildade, esta forte fragilidade,
Brotou das mortes que sofri, de todos os horrores que já vi.
Brotou força, de todas as lutas que sobrevivi.
Brotou sabedoria, de todos os erros que cometi,
De todos aqueles que corrigi, e dos que ainda não me apercebi.

Criei-me do nada.
Resisti!
Como uma fénix sagrada e abençoada,
Moldei-me sem fim, nem começo...
Queimei o passado, sem o ter apagado.
Ensinei-me a manter os olhos para a frente.
Permiti-me à libertação!
De enterrar o que me tentou destruir anteriormente.

Moro no topo da montanha.
Amarela, azul, verde e castanha.
A tal montanha que só por mim é avistada,
No novo mundo que criei para a minha alma cansada.

Moro no topo de céu.
Numa casa feita de girassóis sem fim, nem começo...
Que plantei para oferecer à minha ave rara,
Ao meu beija-flor colorido. O meu beija-flor preferido!
Que me veio ensinar que o amor existe.
Afinal ele existe!
E é bruto. Intoxicante. Recíproco.
Mas nem sempre é bonito.
Seja como for, aceito o seu amor!

Este dedico-te a ti, minha beija-flor encantada.
Tu! Que me vieste manter viva e apaixonada.
Porque quando estás presente,
A Terra não é fria, nem enclausura. Ao pé de ti, posso ser suja!
Acendes a chama e fico quente!
Porque quando estás presente,
Iluminas-me a cabeça, o corpo, a alma e a mente.
Porque quando estás presente,
Sinto que giro-ao-sol e ele gira cá.
E, se existe frio, não é da Terra.
É o frio na barriga!
Por sentir tanto amor! é isso que me dá.

— The End —