Wednesday, November 7, 2012


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Overwhelming emotions take hold
These never-ending days – nights
Suffocating the core of existence
Trapped by the hands of insanity

Silenced tears befall the soul
Gazing into the imagery of decay
Beyond the power to control
Following the path of empathy

Drained be all the serenity within
Numb, a hallow shell one becomes
Finding the strength here – there
Even as the fates, conspire endlessly

The ultimate challenge unto oneself
Grasping onto hope of better days
Captured in the arms of the beloved
Stripping away all the sorrow within

Now deeply rooted inside the heart
As the infernal merry-go-round
Spins and spins, spiraling down
Upon trial and tribulations of life

At the hands of mercy – forgiveness
The mother now becomes the child
Robotic movements – a mere puppet
Ruled by the twisted call of destiny

Patience, the key to endurance
Even in the retreat of silence
Be there no provisos to define
The horror engraved in mind

Copyright © 11/2012 Lucy Martins

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Angelic Tears - Collaboration with Starr Poetress

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 “As angels may have fallen
Crippled be their wings
Yet, they rise to a calling
As the heart and soul sings”

One may often find a riddle
As the pen presses unto page
Spewing forth within passion
As words, commence to pour

Bestowing upon all imagery
From the depths of the soul
Through a creative stance
A tell-a-tale fashion in view

After falling so many times,
Angels no longer walk the earth,
As they spiral further down,
They are not one of a kind,

The ones they always loved,
The ones they always protected,
Now finding them lost amidst the garden,
Shot be their hearts, in the hunting of the dove,

Their passion became anger,
Their anger became passionate,
They bleed their ink on processed wood,
Yet, it only seeped through as no one heard,

Showing the imagery of love they once knew,
Their soul has blackened as the depths of Hell,
So the blessed ink ran dry, lost in despair
The once coveted heart withdrew into air

Through the darkness, they seek the light
In hope to redeem with all their might
All that is lost, in expectation to be found
Before all that once was falls to the ground

“Hear as they sing such sorrowful melodies
As tears, commence to fall ceaselessly
Marred are now their souls to have fallen
Succumbing to the grace of loves calling”

Copyright © 11/2012 Lucy Martins/Starr Poetress

All poetry by Lucy Martins/Starr Poetress are copyright protected by International Copyright Law, the use without written permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ©

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