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Cry

by

Elena Toledo

He has the edge of me; the quill and the waves
of prolong prose. The hands move, they write
with no purpose; but to disappear into death
minds.

Meanings of grief, turning into dark stone,
tear drop become ice drops, reach the end,
and break into dry whispers of cry.

Beautiful soul

by

Elena Toledo

The wilderness is her getaway; out of
civilization, away from pollutes and
stress, lives free like a soul without sin,
like butterflies and fairies; she dresses

soft, with color and textures of silk and
pastel. She can be spotted from a distance,
her moves like flying fairies captures the
eye. When she needs rest; she strips down

to pure nudeness, she lays on the fresh grass;
becoming the essences of a frame. She falls
asleep like a Goddess princes, she becomes
meaningful to every creatures sight. The young

pigeons come and gather petals and cover her
nakedness beauty. She walks away leaving
her unforgotten image in the eyes of one.

Disintegrate

by

Elena Toledo

The pain enables your will power, like the sand that sucks
inn the waves of the oceans edge- it can't flood much more.
Life is all about pain, if you let it rule- pain smiles, cries, pain conceals
behind our jokes, and smiles, in our dreams and fantasies.
Hide, hide, but never leave! sickens your guts, The world is full of it, pain! Tell me the purpose, tell me the good side- yes pain means your still alive- in body and spirit. What if we had a switch we could turn off and on, to make ourselves free of pain, and when we need to weep, turn it back on. I quess there's just one way and that's to surrender yourself.
No more pain, or live with it- pain rules you, hunts you- making it less easy, let's go back, and just release it from our world.

She walks in beauty

by

Elena Toledo

She walks in beauty, eyes soft,
Innocent; silky breast that captures
men’s heart, her alarming whiteness,
making angels turn dark.

In times of sorrow, she's the light; if she
cries, her tears breakdown into drops of
divine moist. Wrapped in her skin, never
has a sin, her lips turn to fear in

the eyes of evil. Her sacred presence makes earth
heavenly; her beauty blinds the power of vision,
her virtuous is an envious, making instinct
jealousy take over. She walks in beauty.

Disintegrate

by

Elena Toledo

The pain enables your will power, like the sand that sucks
in the waves of the oceans edge- it can't flood much more.
Life is all about pain, if you let it rule- pain smiles, cries, pain conceals behind our jokes, and smiles, in our dreams and fantasies. Hide, hide, but never leave! sickens your guts, The world is full of it, pain! Tell me the purpose, tell me the good side- yes pain means your still alive- in body and spirit. What if we had a switch we could turn off and on, to make ourselves free of pain, and when we need to weep, turn it back on. I quess there's just one way and that's to surrender yourself. No more pain, or live with it- pain rules you, hunts you- making it less easy, let's go back, and just release it from our world.

quarrels

by

Elena Toledo

There's not much time. All the reasons to quarrel;
used up moments, and never you are right. life
Crumbles when we fight- why not wait to reason,
and then call your rights. Is a thing we all feel_to
win the quarrel against the other. What makes you
think you’re always right- you’re full of egocentric
thoughts and lock of selfless. The mirror looks
back- not knowing who reflects. Full of it you!
You detest my opinions and speech, all my intensions
of deed, turn dark. The enemy looks sweeter than you.

I never know which words to speak, where to
start or even how to end...when you try to seduce
my thoughts you end up in quarrels somehow,
it never ends, it never stops, Then you ask "forgive me"
And the humble spirit in me forgives- but again the
war comes back to defeat our peace. Quarrel.
Without you he just can’t be.

The lies

by

Elena Toledo

Crawling into my bed, with
innocent eyes, hunting my fantasies,
Why? "I ask myself" Why? the lies.
The barbarous lies, coming
out of your mouth; I pity myself,
but even more the depths of your
soul. That holds a deep sharp tongue;
the lies have spoken your hazarding
thoughts. Shame will hunt you down,
when the Angel's of heaven manifest
their anguish. The lies I believed in;
will speak back to you.And torment you
like a prison sentence, the Angels of
heaven will never entwine, with hell
and fire. I 'am the heaven , you are
the fire , that burns the pure and holds
the wicked.The lies that come from the
heart of evil. The lies will never conquer
the depths of my thoughts,nor the truth of
my soul, the lies will eat you alive,
and keep you from the bliss and joys,
becoming like knives through your tongue.
The lies that grow in your twisted mind.