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The Escape

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...

The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic

I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to fly with Eagles...

The Rhythm of ME...

How can I tell you about my heart ...?
it aches...it's fragile...
it runs with the Wild looking for Freedom...
Have you ever closed your eyes and turned the desert into an ocean?
...just like that!!!
tears turn into a Tsunami
there is no beach to anchor...
I ride on killer whales to the infinite
I let my hair loose in the dusk
I ride with wild horses before they disappear...
What can I tell you about my heart?
Just close your eyes and...listen...

Desert Landscape

Desert wind howls in my veins
I seem to be impregnated with loneliness
Joshua trees lose direction
Their limbs disoriented from God...

It's so much sand in my heart
full of hour glasses stuck in their track
I keep on waking up but cannot stand up
Dirt too dirty, ground too shaky for dreaming

Nightmares slap me with indifference
I am saved...am I saved from loneliness?
The wind stopped but I can still breathe
I AM alive and my loneliness can't kill me!!!!

by: Iolanda Scripca    8/5/2012


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