Sunday, August 11, 2013

Delusions of Reality



The ocean resonates through my soul
A "dolce" lullaby of tantalizing serenity
Known is all, that I truly love – adore

Discern now what is real - not real
The difference from reality or a dream
When reality was but a false delusion

Crimson tears commence to fall in a flowing river
Trickling slowly down upon this saddened pale face
In the crashing of all once held true in the core

As days, these nights a most deadly pill to swallow
In an uproar of spiraling emotions in which perturbs
On a roller-coaster of tribulations that unsettles

Listen; listen ever so closely through the silence
See what the eyes cannot, feel the force in motion
Arising anew to occasion, when all was once lost

A strength that empowers, bring new significance
The break of dawn comes, in enchanting melodies  
As the soul sings in the rebirth of newfound days

Copyright © 8/2013 Lucy Martins

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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Devastation - Collaboration with Poet Chris Smith

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The tears came for me today,
like barbed wire kisses,
ripping through the flesh.
Memories of a destiny faded

Fate showed a painted smile,
of how times have now changed
Only that I stay the same, still
Trapped on this merry go round

Days go by in flashback fashion
When words bleed within passion
Yet, these times have gone astray
The skies with no hue, rule the day

Every sunrise consumes the essence
Envisioning the sublime magnitude
Of the radiance, that sears my flesh
Perpetually engraved are these scars

Can you hear the voiceless screams?
The heart exploding of hope – dreams
 As bloodshed, tears commence to fall
Ceaselessly in the deafening “silence “

Can you feel the warmth of my touch?
Or the singed fingers of intense agony
Coldness is all that's left within heart
Of this once, proud soul filled with love

No one knows this hidden pain, in sight
This wanting, the need to trust anew
But the heart keeps bleeding eternally
Leaving me to suffer, alone in awareness


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Saturday, June 1, 2013

Once Upon a Time


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In a distant, far off land
Lives my prince, a knight
That comes to call in time

Trapped am I, in the confines,
of a barricade, with no way out
I long to be saved, taken away
As to rescue me, from myself

He is everything one may desire
As he sets the heart and soul afire
With one touch, a glance – a kiss
Awakening deep within, in radiance

He holds the power to shed light
The wisdom to enlighten my mind
Upon god’s grace, a gift unto self
As scars are bared, kindred to my own
In eternal battles, fought ceaselessly

In fairytales do they dwell, tis’ known
Until the final moment – one awakens
Finding oneself mesmerized, charmed
In the transparency of his heart –soul
Leaving me breathless, with such love

Yet for now, locked up I shall remain
In a bolted fortress, patiently awaiting
As time stands still -
 motionless
Lost in a reverie where fairytales exist

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Friday, April 26, 2013

La Notte Eterna


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Here am I – motionless - lost
As my eyes sting with emotion
Aching deeply within – silenced

In love with eternal night am I
As my loving sun has gone astray
I search for hope – a clue in mind

A mere word betwixt moon – stars
Knowing we can see – hear in tune
So sweet – divine in nature – blissful

In the silence of the night I remain
Until the sun returns to my grace
Once again and falling into eternity

For now I shall stay in “Notte Eterna”
Known is every corner in this realm
The opposite so new – strange to me

To bask in the moonlight I perceive
Yet, the sun burns my flesh – hurting
Inside – out, for unbearable is silence

I have crossed into the night – anew
Day of light no longer passes swiftly by
The night beckons unto me – insistently
Calling out to me - in voiceless whispers

The mistress of the night by own will
Loving the beauty within the darkness
Until the fates once again draw light

Bringing back my one and only, keeper
Of the keys so to unlock sweet, divine
Mysteries within my soul, still unknown
To me and the world around my being

All I can say – is that my heart beckons
Bleeding for release – that is me – you
Eternally in the sweet melody of the night

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Betwixt a Myth and Reality – A Collaboration w/ Poet Chris Smith

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Do you believe in Dragons,
watching over this world?
Myths of a forgotten legend,
from an older time now gone

If only this modern age,
could be full of heroes
Barbarians from another era,
where the maidens were fair

In this, mystical far off land
Captured am I by cruel fate
Alone in the highest tower
Longing to be saved, rescued

Oh, where art thou my knight?
As I know, time stands still
Even as days, pass me by slowly
Turning into months, now years

If only this knight,
could reach into the past,
Be a hero of another time
Instead of trapped in today

Pictures of her so long ago
Reflected in the pages,
of a book of ages gone
If only I could rescue her

Upon ages here I have remained
Knowing in this heart, tis’ pointless
As harsh reality comes to awaken
No one can save me except myself

Beliefs of what could be, extinct
Be there no hero’s of these times
Forever at lost, betwixt space – time
As I rise to the challenge, a warrior

She keeps haunting my dreams
How can the unreal, be so real?
Centuries split her away from me
Another place in another time

In my dreams, I see her fighting
Sword against the dragon hoard
I believed this only imagination
But she seems to call me from afar

Am I falling into madness?
Awaiting, for my dreams to come true
Can I reach across the realms of time?
If I rescue her, will she in turn rescue me?

Even as the night descends, I dream
It takes me to a different era – time
Such serenity takes over my existence
As I whisper his name, to come save me

In each passing day, I grow weary of battles
Fought ceaselessly, alone I dare challenge
A longing for my knight, to stand with me
Facing all opposed, united as one entity

Tis a dream, naught more, for alone I stand
As I draw my sword in this endless battle
Against the demons of these days – nights
Consuming my essence, unto exhaustion

Then the night took me to a different reality,
In finally being together, to battle as one soul
Leaving behind me another world, a part of me
As sometimes we must fight, to follow our dreams


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Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Decadence of the Soul


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Losing one’s memory
Kindred to loss of mind
No sense of awareness
Lost in a world of its own

Slowly withering away
With each passing day
Be there no recollections
Nor actions upon others

A changing of self – gone
Within memoirs of a past
Now jaded in fragile state
As everything fades away

A sad notion in reflection
As people may pass you by
Looking puzzled – confused
In wonder of whom they are

The weight one may carry
Obliterates all in its wake
Be there no peace of mind
Driving those around insane

In an undertow – drowning
As one so longs to resurface
No power, strength, nor will
Swallowing this ruthless pill

One might call upon sanity
In distraction of minds-sake
Nothing can satisfy the urge
A longing of profound peace

A calling unto every new day
As the sun shines – so lovely
Dreaming of carefree days
As you look out the window

«Un détenu peut être – seul
Dans une quête, qui détient sans fin
Qui est absorbé par ses pensées
Dans une vie, qui n'existe pas»

Copyright © 2/2012 Lucy Martins

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Spirit In The Night - A Collaboration with poet Chris Smith



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The winter’s snow is falling
A weary traveler feels alone
Shivering from the coldness
Lost out in the darkened night
Tired and wanting to collapse

But her face keeps him going
A beauty that was taken away
A wife who died so long ago
He never stopped loving her
Her voice seems to guide him

In every passing of the season
I cannot let go, selfish I know
So here I remain, in the shadows
Watching over him, leading him
Whispering my love as he sleeps

My beloved, how I wish to live
Being by his side and feel anew
The warmth of his touch, love
Yet fate would play a cruel role
As death came upon me suddenly

I see in his eyes, as he is exhausted
Ever so grief stricken with my loss
If I could take the hands of time
Going back to tell him of my love
How much I grieve, seeing his pain

She is my spirit in the night
Calling me, calling me home
The elements will not take me
She knows I am not ready
For she is waiting, always waiting

The long journey takes me home,
to a broken house and so empty
She made it always come alive
But I know she is here by my side
Comforting me, as I cry for her

Oh my sweet love, listen closely
Hear me, as I whisper your name
I know you do not fear death
As you feel my presence nearby
In every touch and kiss bestowed

Even though it is unfair, I await
Knowing that your time runs dry
Soon we shall come together anew
Despite all the heartache partaken
I will be at your side, as you awaken

Through the sadness and the tears
Even after all these years, a lifetime
We will rejoice in our love once more
As we cross the gates of heaven’s door
In eternal happiness, as we become one

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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Bewitched

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She is what death fears most
A pulsating life force, energy
That shunts away darkness
Bringing all within the light

Be there no obstacle presented
That shall never triumph over
As the fire in essence consumes
One that is forever in motion

-He gives away his clairvoyance to her,
in November’s night
outside her door,
no condolence nor a flew of questions she remembers,
words just sank into the dark pool.

The darkness she perceives,
entices her in taking a leap,
as the consuming flame,
lulls her in such temptation,
as she yields to his song.

He sees her face beneath the mosaic stone,
her name on the graven floor,
She mellowed out her despair,
tints that glow
and the raven's bone
in his hands.

Enraptured by the force,
of the way he moves her,
held captivated in arms reach,
when the moon sings its lullaby,
as their souls begin to rotate about
the point beneath a slippery slope.

He soared to the altitude,
above her bespangled emotions,
brooked the eloquence of her burn,
aching of her eyes
until she was sated.

As the sound of faintness
and a cry of distress,
were on an exile,
when he fell on the lap of her
in the corner of her porch.

Copyright © 2013 Lucy Martins / Nikhil Sharma
  
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Halo 


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Tears of a Rose


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Blood-red roses are my mark
As bloodshed tears commence,
to fall in such heartfelt sorrow
Lapping in a pool of desolation

Tomorrow seems ever so distant
As each day becomes a new trial
One to overcome, a ceaseless battle
In which confounds the minds-eye 

Longing to see, as the fates conspire
Even as one may hold destiny in hands
Nothing shall ever go according to plans
All for naught, descending into the void

Be there no reason, nor season of serenity
As the essence bleeds in ceaseless fashion
Grief-stricken, inconsolable beyond repair
Grasping unto faith, with a desire of hope

The rose shall bleed continuously in time
Elapsing in a comatose induced, disposition
Where there is no harmony, nor tranquility
Only a living nightmare infused by destiny

As darkness descends, the light fades away
I take two steps back, falling now to knees
Pleading with the heavens above in prayer
In hopes of wisdom, compassion and love

The right course of action to follow through
The guidance of the light, of enlightenment
The strength to carry on, despite adversity
With an open heart, the grace of loves gift

Copyright © 1/2013 Lucy Martins


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Losing My Mind


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Lost within a loving memory
I often find myself off course
In the depths of the minds-eye
Hoping to find a new pathway

Though boggled up – confused
As to where to go – move on
When the sun no longer shine’s
As now, darkness befalls the days

Be there no smiles of yesterday
To brighten the cold winter days
Becoming numb slowly within
Freezing the core, to feel no longer

Basic instincts commence to build
An invisible shield of own creation
Attempting to appease the anguish
Growing steadfast in the essence

However, one may long for happiness
As it is out of reach – nowhere found
Only to find peace within set limits
As the night, little by little descends

Lost I am without my love – my beloved
Be it the one thing that pulls me through
Worthy of importance in darkened times
Known that destiny shall rule days ahead

Even though I may be drowning in silence
In the loss of my heart’s desire – one love
Since first sight, setting the soul on fire
Awakened once through visions revealed

Only the beloved, holds the power to awaken
The core of this existence – come alive anew
No other can replace, nor possess the power
To breathe life, make one blossom in flower

My destiny, My muse, My one inspiration
It is for you my heart calls out for, cries for
Throughout a lifetime within revelations
Knowing you exist, a missing piece of soul 

Copyright © 1/2013 Lucy Martins


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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Eternal Flame – Collaboration with Poet Chris Smith


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She writes from deep within her
Opening up her soul to all,
finding the words like a river
Allowing them to come, to flow

Power transformed to her fingers,
igniting the flames of her soul
Fire given form to the written page
Releasing all she has deep inside
Just like she would submit to a lover

All-consuming fire is in my essence
An eternal flame burning wildly,
never to diminish, throughout time
As it seeps through these fingers,
in unearthly passion, writ in blood

A creative mind is set into motion
Capture now this notion, if you will
As I spew forth, in depths unknown
Yet known, in the core of existence
The pulse of an unrelenting desire

I press pen unto page within love
Nevermore to please the masses
Evermore to appease the essence
I care naught for fame, nor fortune
Wishing merely to pierce the silence

In a sole purpose, right to be heard
Amongst the chaos of every day
Creating a cleverly laid design,
to ensnare those who take notice
Touching the soul of yet another


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Shackles of Life


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These shackles which binds me
Awaiting a day, I shall break free
Fleeing from trials – tribulations
That leads me astray, lost in mind
In such sadness, nearly suffocating

I feel, I am alone, knowing I am not
Praying for the sun to shine, anew
Warming these cold winter nights,
the ray of light that guides my soul
Yet, here I now linger in darkness

In the profound depths of my despair 
An all-consuming force holds no end
As on the extreme edge I now stand
Seeing closely the abyss that awaits
Drowning in the deepest of sorrows

In close surroundings, immoral acts
As serpent tongues persist to maim
Spitting vile venom, in their wake
Without remorse, query to inflictions
Pushing over the edge, into the void

Where darkness, now becomes a haven
As the night brings solace unto the soul
Tranquility found in an orb of self-creation
Searching deeply for the strength to surface
Into the gift of loves grace, to enlightenment

Basic instincts rule the core of this existence
Where feline senses come to full awareness
Knowing despite the fall, I shall arise anew
Landing on all fours, pouncing back on track
Taking the reins in finding a way back home

Copyright © 1/2013 Lucy Martins

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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Memoirs of Love


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Here I am, on the outside
Now looking, as I ponder
On the sun filled days,
of such joy and laughter
Reigning our days – nights

These memoirs never fade
Akin to haunting my soul
Listening to the beloved
As his whispers approach,
soothing the ache within

Time passes so swiftly by
As days, turn to months
Almost a year now passed
Still my heart calls to you
My muse – My inspiration

With every passing moment
My thoughts resides in you
As I pick up the pen to bleed
Spilling unto page, my soul
Residing in every line writ

Copyright © 1/2013 Lucy Martins

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