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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...

I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...

I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
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There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...


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..



To a Bird of Paradise

Don't watch my footsteps disappear
in search of ephemeral rocks to anchor
But wait with me to gather spirits
so I won't be afraid of Sunsets...

When orange melts away in darkness
Just stay with me until it's over
Caress my stranded fins with Dawn
Please do Not cry..I will be... Home...


copyright@iolandascripca2014
(author of " Lava of My Soul")






by: Iolanda Scripca    8/1/2014


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