I’m lying restless
in turmoil and in heat;
ceasing of winter.
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Haiku XXXVIII.
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08.04.2013
Release, release
the hard rusty chains
those that binds me
those that blinds me
take color from my veins
when awakening
hits my sallow skin
the flickering
of street lamps
takes me in
I step forward -
a shadow of my ghost
for I’ve been dosed
by those that shaped me
by those that raped me
within my own mind
now silence and I
stroll across the path
of agony and wrath
looking for a priest
to wash away memories
that crawl like a beast
starved for affection
with an erection
seducing
my wretched soul
release, release
those that binds me
those that blinds me
those that were in control
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Inspiration for Friday
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Haiku XXXVII.
As the sunrise appears
I marvel at his beingness;
the reason for my joy
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02.04.2013
Oh, prophet
of my nightly dreams
reflection of divine sight
you perceive my fate
like water in a stream
so please tell me
am I wrong
am I right?
Relieve my agony
as I am reliving my pain
once I clear away my soul
so I can feel again.
Oh, prophet
of my daily news
angel guarding all my love
send me a sign
send me a muse
from the one that sits above
My heart is strong
but my mind is weak
can you please tell me
am I near all that I seek
Oh, prophet
of the evening star
while carrying wishes in my hands
I have come so very far
with many hopes across so many lands
Oh, prophet
of my beloved God
I come before you debating
to illuminate my righteousness
within all that he’s creating
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26.03.2013
Lost and engrossed in my guilt
that I allowed such filth
dominate my weakened heart
Why did I take it as a part
of my own sad life?
In search of my freedom
I board a lonely tram
and you sit next to me
angel from alabaster
oh, I wish we can go much faster
but instead you cover up my face
for this isn’t me, but only a phase
I wear to put up a fight
with hopes to release
hopes to forget
people’s inhuman debt
so it would be all right.
And the sky is saturated
with tears of my broken soul
as we begin to roll
on those tracks
I want to ask you angel alabaster
where is the sun, where is the light?
But as I turn to you
you’re fast asleep
oh, I wish I wouldn’t feel so cheap
for a bit of love I surrender
I am nothing but a vender
with nothing to sell
only my past in which I dwell.
I look out and see melancholic clouds
beginning to rain on masses, crowds
of abandoned world, abandoned beings
no one is seeing
no one is helping
Angel of my dreams and hopes
with wings of finest alabaster
please can you hand me some plaster
to cover up my bleeding wound
so dark, burning and profound
before we arrive at our stop
before the chance runs out and I drop
exhausted…
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“At Last I Am Free” The Midway Phase
Ladies and gentlemen, with pleasure and gratitude
I would like to announce that the birth of my book has now reached the midway phase.
As in Kafka’s ‘Metamorphosis’ I am changing like a butterfly that’s coming out of it’s hardened chrysalis. I truly admire those fairy dust creatures going through it, because it’s painful and excruciating. Yet it has to be done. Please stay tuned for the story of my life; a story of abuse, survival, courage and awakening.
I wish you all pure happiness…Ester ☆
