Mounting Pleasures

It is not fair
that I have to share my
dreams with empty resolve.

It is too much to dare to hope for
something real, to compare what is old
with something that is new.

How can I move on?
When I am brought back to the ground?
I see your face
I see your eyes
The light in them fascinates my soul
but the goal that I have in mind was to be with you.

And the undeniable mounting feelings of pleasures
that I have to give and treasure with only you
Do I dare come to reality?
And hear you say no?
That nothing can come of this
and we have to endure what is real.

A reality of exchanges
The words I do still in our ears, the commitment of our
partner's bonafide and solid.
For even if it was real we would still be in a mirror, looking at
a reflection that is shallow as a grave ande the moments day in
day out and cold as the night.

The sinful mounting pleasures guilty as it may be my lustful
shame of wanting, that is not even there

Belinda 2010

Gathering

Gathering of the spirits
Singled out one by one
Mingling with the living
Which are dancing back and forth

Lights shinning brightly and
The night so majestic
How I can lay under the stars
And dream all night.

Come and touch me
Waiting with open arms
I herald your name in
My heart and in my soul
Waiting for the gathering
To bring us all home.

Belinda 09

Anarchy

Constant torment

Live and up close

Watch and see how

I compose this poem

 

Hated dreams of nightmares

Bliss watch and see how I never

Let this miss.

Gather up you messes

And travel with me to the long

Cold graves look and watch

And see how it this unravels.

Past the love ones now dead

And gone.

 

Constant torment

Live and up close

Watch and see

How I transpose

Driving the knife

In your heart

Watching the blood

Flow and stain the ground

Looking into your eyes

Last bit of light

Darkness falls

And the hell begins.

 

Now constant torment

Hear my cry

Watch and see how my

Death drains dry.

 

Belinda 09

Love's Ribbon

 She looked upon him with admiration

Far from the transformation that she was

An angry young woman who had nothing but

Hate and vile thoughts.

 

Did not want to love

However, knew how to hate

Lately her heart has been closed

Being used and abused, she just did not

Have the will to break the chill.

 

Now he has come into her life

Beauty that only is in the eyes of the beholder

His eyes warm and cascading he soul open for the

World to see.

His voice structured and secure

he was sure of himself and strong in his beliefs

He looked into her eyes placed his hand on her face

Moving them slowly down to her lips and then bit them

Softly.

 

His love for her was evident

A long time without passion

For both had none to give

Now found each other

In the grip of life's torment

Blossoms a ribbon of hope.

 

 

Belinda 09

Last Seen

When was the last time you seen me
Time passed the winds of change has engulfed us both
No one could have guessed that I would disappear
No one could have guessed that I would be missed
Do you miss me
For I miss you
It has been long
But it was worth it
Not to hear from you
Not to be concerned with the rigors of the stressful
Situations that you have placed me in.
Now are you glad that I am here?
Reminding you of how it was
How it could have been
What it once was
Now faded off into the sunset
A memory of the past


Been a long time
my face was a memory then
and still a memory now


Psalmist 09

Pooled Water

Pooled Water
Still and calm
Like a glass mirror
With a reflection of both the
Past and the present.

Looking down I see my smile
For now, I am free Calm and majestic
Like the wind on a cool
Summer’s day.

Ripples appear
Disturbing the tranquilness
Angry now I have become.
Torrents of emotions
Wading and splashing
Washing over the happiness
And replacing it with pain.

Hurts to walk
Not able to run
Crying, tears falling
The pain now all so deafening
And now defining my life
Of endless wondering.

What now?
How can I make it right?
Swollen
Distorted
Not even looking the same
Stiffen so much lost all it’s shape.
Trying not to let it bother me
Day in and day out.

What is there left for me?
But to keep going
Keep walking
Keep running
Keep hoping

Belinda ‘09

Perverbial Fool

Gave you all my time to share the fruits of passions wine
Sacrificed every bit of my soul showed you loves endless
Pleasures, yet the light was not allowed to shine

You stood in my way blocked every advance
Selfishly you held on like a ball and chain
Didn’t want me
Did not want anyone to else to have me
Cannot believe that this was how you cared

The constant hurts
Go on for days into hours at every second
Never fearing the end
Just kept on without a care in the world

Now the time has come
No pain
No endless wondering
The light that once shinned has went out
No more talking for now just too tired to make
The effort

All this time you paid me any mind, now there is constant
Reasoning and pleadings
Give me a reason why I should listen
For season after season done the same thing.
Forget it
It is done
For only a proverbial fool would through a gift
In the trash.


Belinda ‘09