L.F. dos Santos - Distracted Thoughts

The lazy sunshine tempers the breeze

scattering its golden rays,

painting in gold the vastness of the orb.

The playful wind whispering a cadence

of decay, sweeping away the leaves

in a journey of dissolution and decay.

The greens and browns turning

into sepia.

The nude desolate environment wears

shades of grey in his neglected veil of Autumn.

The ceremonial costume emerges to honour

the arrival of harsh, maleficent Winter.

Her name is Iness.

She is dancing with all the birds of the forest performing

rituals.

Her bare feet softly caress the green plains

on the wet soils.

Like a small hummingbird

iridescent,

swiftly flapping her silk wings.

Hovering gracefully in the haze

freely embracing her fate.

The lady of the light

blessed with magic wings

to protect

to project God is energy,

flapping her wings

to clean the sins of the sinners.

To command her ravens to a sacred journey

gathering and guiding the wanderers is souls to the light.

She was lost

the day someone told her to go

and never come back.

Shadows of grey

painted and marbled of sorrow

the face of a teenager of sixteen.

Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

obscured by a muddy tainted hood.

Concealing the purple stains of grief,

carved on her skinny face,

personifying a perturbed soul demanding care

a human being lost

dragged into the darkest side of the abyss.

Screaming inside

blaming herself,

expecting while suffering.

Walking on the corridor of time

wandering thoughtful, justifying the unjustifiable.

She wore an invisible cloak as a talisman, as a shield.

A magic hood with a white rose sprinkled with blood imprinted

to conceal to protect her from the merciless claws of

fate.

God has reserved this paradise

for a haven of a myriad of living species.

Below the radiant sun is veil

masked by the golden clouds

In this arch where hope prospers.

Among the yellow, greens, and brown

that painted the sane quietness of the milieu.

Time in snail is pace beguiles me,

and the spirit of her,

my precious.

Her first win

standard of hard work

and devotion

the constant improvements

attained inch by inch

bruise after bruise in the past

catapulted her

with the aura of excellence

to the present.

Champagne still bubbles

between her lips

the flavour associated

to the victory

fills her heart with joy.

Heaven and hell

darkness and light

dwelling in this temple

in consonance

since the dawn of time.

On this dim light stage

shadows collide

wearing beauty from living forms.

Gelid look corporal poems

mechanical expressions

mirroring transcendence in her affray.

On this pedestal of men

where the „tamest“ majestic creature

veiled by the light

dances in trance

endeavouring in dramatic moves.

Surreal pirouettes reverberating

waves of joy

to feed her ravenous demons.

Drown in yesterday is waters,

her mother succumbed,

soaked in alcohol and pills.

Shadows of grey tainted and marbled in sorrow

the face of a joyful girl of eleven.

Her eyes reddened drenched by tears

obscured by a muddy, torn hood.

Concealing the purple stains of grief

carved on her childlike skinny face.

A perturbed soul demanding care,

wasted and thrown into the darkest side of the abyss.

Screaming on the inside

lamenting while suffering.

Blaming herself,

for the burden of being born.

A dancing cloud of kaleidoscopic smoke

shimmering in the holy stage.

Vibrating at the sound of the violin

in complicity the crowd stands,

applauding in a plethora.

The nightmare was rough

induced by insecurity,

but the success is overwhelming.

Instead of drowning and sinking in the ocean.

Like a newborn star,

she is shining on the stage is pedestal.

Her teeth pressing his flesh

in a concupiscent gesture.

Flowing gently whilst descend

flurry dismissed their conscious minds.

Lust scatters candid and proud

physiques like magnets

interplay in their eloquence.

Accurately in its flow

fire rising ardent in the core

blood effervescently boils.

Intimacy attached

in an extroverted ardour.

Endorphin conspicuously disobedient

galloping to its culmination.

Their frames trembling

succumb to fiercely desire.

Arching to the conventional summon of life

for the second time deforming its structure

establishing in that way the balance.

Exposing its branches

like wings piercing the sprayed fragments

scattered through the winds

without harming its roots.

Churning, embracing, the untamed menace.

In the same way men,

courteous, remarkable,

develop while living.

Withstand the coarse environment

depending on bestowed trifles

building strategies to step the future.

It is in the struggle of surviving that the senses are sharpened

preventing with strong foundations against all the odds.

In a freely seclusion searching for answers,

for divine nourishment.

Striving to convey love instead of void

in its mossy hermit lap, where life spread

in every inch of virgin soil.

A home, a place to settle down, a paradise on earth.

The day is gloomy,

the air is cold difficult to breathe in.

The haze proudly spreads intensity

below the bright park is wood bench.

Leaves abound, surrounding

the peculiar place.

An evanescent image of a girl

wearing a white gown,

erupts the senses every single night.

Her eyes fixed on the park is steel portal

waiting for the prince,

yearning to prize him with the novelties

She was happy, she was so happy!

Her eyes glittered with joy under the park is lamp.

A rose without its sharp thorns,

innocent and kind,

carrying a baby inside her.

Time glided by, and dusk engulfed

the last ray of light, and all the bad entwined with it.

Happiness was overflowed by rationality

and she was unaware, vulnerable.

In the same bench, she was found,

cold, lifeless,

but in her face was traced a hint of serenity.

The cosy night adduces a new world

in the ballroom everything lures exceptionally.

The crystal glasses waiting for the champagne to bubble

caviar, oysters and sushi,

meals of heaven served by the muses of the show.

Luxury and lust dwelling in every inch

the odour of bon vivants fill the space.

You gentle peril in the labyrinth of emotions

holding my life in your heart.

Danger is your heaven.

You are neither a stripper nor a bad influence.

You sparkle among the lights

under the gaze of elation.

Let the music steer you in delight and grace