The Moon
As I rise,
Changed
From how I rose before
My majesty - once revered
Now obscured by artificial lights.
Agua (Water)
Water is pure,
Potential
Unformed
The matrix from which all life on earth takes its being -
Water,
Flowing
Ebbing
Vibrating tidal trances
The continuous dance, of all that is truth - Life .
Mother Moon
I, Jacy, am not only feminine, and you, Guaracy, are not only masculine, -
I am both; - you are both;
I am as much as you are
the representation of such energies
– an omnipresent balance that constantly shifts,
ebbs
and evolves.
I am both; - you are both;
I am as much as you are
the representation of such energies
– an omnipresent balance that constantly shifts,
ebbs
and evolves.
Often, I come to land, under the guise of my silver kingdom,
Camouflaged as masculine, -
In your corporeal guise
As my figure; - Woman.
Would result too distracting
For your innocent human eyes.
From my hair - weaved from light seams,
To my lips, - plum like the fullness of my moon
I come as your equal, - under the solstice of my crescent Moon.
To my lips, - plum like the fullness of my moon
I come as your equal, - under the solstice of my crescent Moon.
I come to nourish soils planted
Under my tender and nurturing guise
As my priestesses are my Planters
They know my dance so very true
Ebbing
constantly
to the rhythms of my shifting Moon
Under my tender and nurturing guise
As my priestesses are my Planters
They know my dance so very true
Ebbing
constantly
to the rhythms of my shifting Moon
- Luiza Awad
Haiku
Quietly Mellow
Shadows Seemingly Swimming
Above The Headstone
Segredo (Portuguese)
O amor é um segredo
Que nos deixa ileso
Ao medo de desvenda-lo
You and I
Sometimes in the silence of night
I let my mind wander
Towards the energy of us.
Invasively intimate, -
yet sorrowfully healing.
That is what You have become
in the context of I.
Winds
Sometimes winds collide
Alluringly sucking
Winds to its center
Forcefully pleasing, -
Such pull will be.
So heed my warning,
My Dearest breeze
For the tempest
Of storms
Takes only one
Ill fated wind
Nefariously concealing
Wickedness for attraction.
Sunflower
Petals once vivaciously full
Withered with un-watered intentions.
Now an echo
of a life once brightly lived.
Light & Darkness
I have come to realize
How life is more than the contrast of light and dark.
Often times we forget to gaze upon the details in such contrast;
How everyday we are made to experience Life.
An intricately composed web of varying bright and dark shades.
Inherently divine in its balanced composition.
Everyday we paint in its’ missing pieces
balancing darkness with light.
For without its balance
there'd lack strength of confidence
to dive head first in moments of light.
As a Women is Sought a Girl is Found
You are at that restless and doubtful age
Like a day that seems unsure
If to bring the shine from Sun or that of the Moon.
Pairing a short butt height dress
With a make belief princess
stamped on her bag.
A bit of a child,
And a bit of a lady.
Sometimes foolish,
Other times modest
Perfecting the marriage
Of madness and sanity.
With childish traits
And women gestures
Studying catechism
And streaming Porn.
A girl that is no more a child,
As she is a lady
A girl that thinks she knows,
Yet has a lot to learn.
From touching the throbs
Emanating from her growing breasts.
To lying with a moving pillow
In between her legs.
She is as adorable
As she is divine
An enigma
which will flourish through time.
O Que é a Vida? (Portuguese)
O que é a vida sem a busca eterna do Amor?
A caça aquela sensação única mas não solitária,
O toque e a intenção detrás de cada gesto,
cada beijo,
cheiro,
toque; -
cada suspiro confessionário cantado ao seu ouvido.
O lamento é que em essa busca,
o coração se molda, -
perdendo a faísca daquela sensação divina
que era, - te Amar
Aquela pureza do olhar
Perdendo-se
com cada ferida,
com cada promessa não cumprida,
com cada dia em que eu
nao era vista.
Eu aprendí que Amar
é aprender a ser feliz com a solidão.
Brother
My dear brother,
If you're reading this,
You survived.
The years of billowing silence
Imposed by the negative forces
Floating around your bedside.
From torn out broken shadows
That awaken with the moon,
To the chirping of black crows
Outside your bedroom
To your white blankets now frosted
Dangling idly near your fence
To your amber stricken window
That has never opened vent
To the once brightly lit ambers
That danced within your eyes
naively, gave entry to torment
Who took refuge in your mind.
From wounds to scars
Perceived by others as self-inflicted
Are in truth remnants
Of the continuous war
Between weakness and perseverance.
The wounds of torment
Now etched in your gaze,
Are the result of the chains
Torment brought with it
To block the exit
Of your mental maze.
It is not your fault
You no longer see
The beauty that lives
Within your very being.
It is not your fault
You found solace in Fiction
And it is not your fault
Torment chose you as its victim.
But it is my fault
To not have noticed torment within you,
And it is my fault
As a sister
To not have guided you
Through the beauty
That is non-fiction
My beautiful, smart, caring brother,
I am so sorry you’ve forgotten
The life one can live
When ones’ mind,
Free of torment,
is conditioned
to not only breathe,
But live.
Escrito 13.05.2021
Shame
It is a shame
How in a world filled
With information
And connection
Built around centuries
Of words and expressions
People
still find excuses for war.
It is a shame
How gender
Is still being censored
How nakedness
is used as fuel
for diet pills
And zero sized
Mannequins.
It is a shame
How young girls
Believe their bodies are not to be accepted
How their beauty is not something to be cherished
But rather cleansed and perfected
It is a shame
How boys believe their manliness
is based on their emotional
Disconnection
Spurring a generation
That believes
Anger is better
Than acceptance
It is a shame
that we still live in a world
That has systematically places people in boxes
where privacy
has become antonym for profit
It is a shame
that so much shame can be found
in a world that was dealt all the right cards
to thrive.
The Great Mother
At First - there was Nothing.
Darkness bathed all Time and Space.
I, - Yebá Bëló,
Weaved myself
out of Darkened Silence
Echoing rhythmic vibrations
From the tides of my weight.
My limbs,
- weaved from light seams
Spawned bringing chaos
& from Stars
To Planets
to Swarms of them
E N T W I N E D
My Limbs
Like veins engulfed with creation
Saw life flourish
Before it's tides.
Ask me how I did it.
How I brought all of this - to be.
You see my child
I, was merely the ODD one
in a very EVEN sea
I am me,
As you are you,
An intricately woven blanket
of infinitely connected hues.
So live in your essence
Knowing your are not alone
As I inhabit every atom
Of your physically conscious home.
And if my presence within you
Still leaves you seeking more
Look up to my children
Who light both dusk till dawn.
Etching Memory
Look at those shut eyes
Look how at peace they seem
Look at those wrinkled hands
Look how restful they appear to be
Look at those pale lips
Look and remember how they once were
Look at her resting head and
Look to remember her once olive tone
Look and please don’t dare forget
Look to remember,
for remembering is the only
look at her you’ll ever again get .