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creating an order... rocking.
There there....bleeding with Lifeīs thorns.
I am singing your wombīsun melting heart.
Clutched by the groins, by invisible hands,
uprooted...sinister burning defeat..
you are nothing without water, blood...tears.
I have got under the sea of Wisdom,
and got hiding me into a shell..
just to hear the moaning of your birthing,
out of a sky so cold and free.
Then....into my brain came the image,
Woman...being your challenge,
impregnated by the seeds of pain.
Ready to burst out a ripping curtain of flesh.
While you remained there...self-rightious
pleading, praying ...convicted to a loneliness.
Let me lend you the secret ...unveiled. Intense.
Just break the window of the indifference,
you are living with while Life nothing retains.
And fade down the flaming roaring of your thoughts,
submitting to the eternal sound of waves and moans.
Nothing is what it seems but it is seemingly.
So from now on, that reflection of the heartīs pond,
will produce the rocking star into the realm of Faith.
And then...your womb will be filled, full,felt.
like that of the Motherīs Earth, .ripe and pregnant.
Dream reverse.cold procession of dried paradises.
A place to dream...and dread.
This poem is subjected to Đ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2012 - All rights reserved
July 12th, 2012
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