DEAD ASHES

I uncoil with the sun rays

penetrating i skin,

the moment of ghost faith

uprooting dead ashes.


i swell and burst from silent noise,

the horror dawn brings coloring i virgin instinct,

the prayer masked the Nun whose heart was dipped in bloody milk,

perhaps the mind that borders insanity bears truth,

a strength weakened by persons whose eyes lack teeth.


must i but prevail over pale ignorance?

when all noble crowns are cast at the fatherless child.

tears of gold painting her cheeks,

the mother whose fate held her feet.

i sigh,

i smile with bitter happiness,

I hate with loving toughness,

The one i call friend

And the one that betrays

Are of the same womb.


I rub shoulders with both,

but neither find my heart.