the game

Lovers dream are meant to be fail... Love is a losing game

Moments

The moment has come to to follow in the beat of a different drum..
Your drum buzzed in my ear...
My sound hynotizing  bringing ... worth dance and trance...

Yours would bring cryptic circles in my head....
When the truth needed to be said

With you I grew to be dark and dismal..
your love brought nectar and ambrosia
Then I believed to be a goddess

We kissed the same day we met
making love on the full moon

Wickedly peaceful when it was just
You and I...
Darling do you remember loving me ecclecticly
on the moon?  


Vanessa Paris Bracamonte 2015

Tragic Women

Medea

Chunks have fallen
from my heart
Insanity prevails
holding with it my
bleeding heart

 

you twist my mind Jason..
Your Absence has lingered too long
Poison will enter everyone of her pores saturating her body with venom
Traveling threw her warm blood
torturing her heart her heart
as you torture mine

A Plea to Gaia

Shushhhh! beating drum he will hear...disguise the pounding of my heart... He pursues me, as the wind caresses and soothes me to my near defeat....Nature my friend hides me amongst its entwining bushels...........Echoeing trees hide my panting The coldness of his hand touches my shoulder..a  sacrilege to my innocence... I do not wish to find my passion....Rescue me fromn his wickedness... My once soft flesh turned to bark.. My hair once golden now twigs and leaves.....My pure heart..only preserved in roots.....

Little Miracle

Sharp acute tool eating her... Every droplet of ruby blood a libation? Sacraligous Ten years of drought I held  trying to wash the sins off your tainted soul you bathe....