A love short of memoirs |
In limelight we stage indifference, timid and new to this bond
But when darkness befalls and the Earth sees only me and you
I look into the pain in your eyes and the scars of your soul
Outshined by th...
Posted by Patty on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:57:00 PST |
My Celebrity Look-alikes |
...
Posted by Patty on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:07:00 PST |
At the end of the rainbow lays a pot, less gold |
She lives in a world of no hope
Torn between solstice and equinox,
Bars of gold glistened her amber eyes.
Tantric shades frolicked before her sight.
Lemons, rubies, tangerines
To the rainbow she takes...
Posted by Patty on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 12:58:00 PST |
The Tale Of the Island's Storm |
Winds blown by the devil
Delivered by the sea,
Great Poseidon,
Mercy this wretched land!
Mercy us, from your wrath.
Engulped by beastly gusts
From a giant's heaving breath
To ruins,
Oh! To ruin...
Posted by Patty on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 03:07:00 PST |
The Pharoah's Empty Jar |
The Pharoah's Empty Jar
An empty jar on the Pharoah's foot,
Hallow,
Nothing but echoing air
ricocheting through cobwebs.
That lightning, those bee stings
None can alter this State of ...
Posted by Patty on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 11:03:00 PST |
LOVE ME |
LOVE ME
Scrape the moon and stars
with your frosted silver spoon.
Turn water into crimson wine,
do the impossible.
Love me,
as I do.
Feel it piercing t...
Posted by Patty on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:26:00 PST |
My Pablo Neruda |
My Pablo Neruda
In a horizon of Crowd,
all stand in silhouette.
The aromas, the same.
The feel.
The touch.
Indistinct.
Everyone blends into a whirlwind of colors.
For my heart, se...
Posted by Patty on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 07:07:00 PST |
Fear, Hitler and Me |
FEAR, hitler and ME
Life holds two possibilities
Man is born, bound, he will die
In between these points,
is where his worst enemy will lie.
Planted like seeds,
in a man's bosom,
engrave...
Posted by Patty on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 04:51:00 PST |
? |
Have you felt?
A bullet plummet within you
Blasting the One that beats
Sucking your Earthly Temple
Have you felt?
An orgasmic nostalgia
A rythmic euphoria
or a measly CESSATION
Have you ...
Posted by Patty on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 08:16:00 PST |
The BUS, the TRASH, the ASH |
The BUS, the TRASH, the ASH
Melancholic and in trance,
not taking a single glance,
I ride this bus for home,
exhausted, bored, alone.
I pondered, will I be hag?
SO from my black coach bag
I take out m...
Posted by Patty on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 06:31:00 PST |
