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Man with humility
walks into a room
his knees on floor
dreams confused
for a doom

Man with conceptions
O lavish they are indeed
Mind but merits
only in their deeds

Man with sullied sight
omitted all that he had
succumbed to grudge
hence strife is all he touches
world became sad

Man with broken heart
writing his way from
cotton dreams to
obscurities and certainties

with soil he became art.
for the wisdom
Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and which of my available paths should be taken,
to lead me into future.

That's when I encountered a strange message
scratched in the bark of an old oak:
"Dear wanderer, please beware, as your life is on the line.
My wife, a very farseeing woman, went into these woods alone,
against my will, of course, as I have seen the dangers she might face,
Wolfes, inviting her nitty-gritty to a delicious meal,
Bears, rubbing their chubby cheeks at her,
Snakes, weaving wildly around her feet,
but most dangerous of all the whacky wicked witch,
keeping her from ever going back."

I remember sudden feelings of anxiousness and shiver
I had encountered only once before,
that was when a strange man came to my house
asking me if I had seen a pretty woman
with snowwhite hair and pretty face:
"I tried to find her all day and night long,
but I couldn't find her anywhere,
I fear my wife got lost - or worse...
as a whacky wicked witch is living here!"  

Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and who will be the next to come and visit
**me and my whacky wicked house.
Oh this was fun... so creepy, but so much fun ;-)...
maria  Jan 2023
betrayal
maria Jan 2023
stories of woman and men and wolfes and the ocean
pictures burned
in someone's old closet
all of them masked
in the fond of yellow
bright as gold
real and cold
shades of me
shades of everything I abhor.
  I burned everyone who burned me
How can they not betrayed me when even myself betrayed me?
Written on January 21, 2023
© , Maria Xinari
I wonder throught the Forrest
I'm a big mighty wolf
But I don't feel so mighty
I don't want to be like the pack of wolfes

They taught me how to hunt
I don't like it
But have to do it
Have to show, that I'm the mighty wolf

If I don't hunt
Then I'm the hunted
They tell me "You have to provide for the family"
But thats not me

I would like to be the one, who raises the children
But that is not my task
The others would laught at me and chase me away
So I play the mighty wolf

But inside I'm the lonly wolf
The wolf, that doesn't fit to the pack
So I left the pack
Looking for a Pack where I can be myself

— The End —