tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35109265471369839592012-01-29T21:54:54.802-05:00a little dark poetry never hurt anyoneBrujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-52629169725867198012011-08-13T19:56:00.000-04:002011-08-13T19:57:52.438-04:00sing <br />a <br />song <br />of <br />six <br />pence <br />& <br />boys <br />that <br />always <br />lie <br />always <br />nimble <br />always <br />quick <br />to <br />make <br />the <br />young <br />girls <br />cry <br />with <br />promises <br />of <br />sugar <br />plumbs <br />dancing <br />in the <br />sky <br />of <br />four <br />& <br />twenty <br />blackbirds <br />baked <br />in <br />christmas <br />pies <br />it’s raining <br />it’s pouring <br />& my <br />heart <br />is <br />soaring <br />to be <br />that <br />dainty <br />dulcet <br />dish <br />set <br />before <br />the king <br />with <br />cockle <br />shells <br />& <br />silver <br />bells <br />but <br />still <br />no <br />wedding <br />ring <br />where <br />eencey <br />weencey <br />spiders <br />climb <br />to <br />higher <br />ground <br />birds <br />of a <br />feather <br />flock <br />together <br />& <br />heart <br />ache <br />has <br />no <br />sound <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-5262916972586719801?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-87752136071960911472011-08-13T18:45:00.002-04:002011-08-13T19:02:03.819-04:00soul <br />less <br />licorice <br />tangy <br />sweet <br />blasphemy <br />every <br />time <br />u say <br />my <br />name <br />tooth <br />decay <br />agony <br />release <br />me <br />from <br />ure <br />memory <br />then <br />maybe <br />i can <br />get <br />some <br />peace <br />if ure <br />really <br />done <br />with <br />me <br />just <br />let me <br />be <br />eternally <br />left to <br />be <br />ure <br />midnite <br />bride <br />of <br />heresy <br />a salty <br />sin <br />in between <br />ure <br />marriage <br />bed <br />& <br />family <br />the <br />parody <br />of <br />gaiety <br />combustible <br />security <br />with <br />fluctuating <br />misery <br />u only <br />bring <br />calamity <br />wrapped <br />in fake <br />idolatry <br />enough <br />to <br />weaken <br />all ure <br />teeth <br />& <br />rot <br />them <br />with <br />depravity <br />& <br />bleeding <br />gums <br />to <br />soothe <br />ure <br />tongue <br />& <br />wash <br />away <br />ure <br />vanity <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8775213607196091147?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-51431607255147421752011-03-28T20:42:00.000-04:002011-03-28T20:45:25.149-04:00one <br />of <br />those <br />nights <br />that <br />lightning <br />strikes <br />twice <br />& ure <br />not <br />here<br />so i’m <br />cutting <br />myself <br />& i’m <br />drinking <br />a beer<br />with a <br />touch <br />of <br />rum <br />cause <br />i know <br />u’ll <br />come <br />if there’s <br />blood <br />in the <br />air<br />but <br />i ‘d<br />never<br />dare <br />let<br />u <br />see <br />me <br />like <br />this<br />so i’m <br />burning <br />my <br />sheets <br />just to <br />get to <br />sleep<br />my <br />enormous <br />bed of <br />gloom <br />& dread <br />& dead<br />men<br />walking<br />talking<br />to the<br />sky<br />hot <br />&<br />fast<br />i’m<br />eating<br />glass<br />&<br />walking<br />on<br />water<br />shaken <br />not <br />stirred<br />kissed <br />but not<br />heard<br />i love<br />but<br />don’t<br />learn<br />i choke<br />on my<br />words<br />that<br />are<br />signifying<br /><br />[nothing]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-5143160725514742175?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-6928979933490099292011-03-05T20:29:00.000-05:002011-03-05T20:30:44.412-05:00those<br />lovely<br />questions<br />linger<br />sweet<br />tumble<br />deep<br />mumble<br />down<br />into<br />ure<br />empty <br />pockets<br />they<br />wrangle<br />meaning<br />strangle<br />screaming<br />begging <br />to be<br />solved<br />so<br />ask me<br />again<br />let me<br />again<br />show u<br />again<br />the <br />pieces <br />of u<br />that<br />nest<br />in my<br />chest<br />to<br />stumble<br />weak<br />& die<br />at ure<br />feet<br />my<br />soul<br />to<br />keep<br />& if<br />u lie<br />before<br />i wake<br />my<br />broken <br />heart<br />is ures<br />to take<br />forsake<br />the <br />others<br />who<br />mean u<br />harm<br />the end<br />is <br />coming<br />so<br />sound <br />the<br />alarm<br />u’ve<br />slept<br />too<br />long<br />&<br />they’ve<br />all gone<br />without<br />u <br />to<br />doubt<br />u <br />but<br />i am<br />still<br />here<br />with<br />buckets<br />of<br />pain<br />& a<br />generous<br />ear<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-692897993349009929?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-87662583188430220032011-01-09T17:39:00.000-05:002011-01-09T17:53:07.834-05:00remove<br />ure<br />armor<br />at ure<br />lady’s<br />behest<br />release<br />ure <br />ardor<br />already<br />confessed<br />like<br />incense<br />swirling<br />without<br />restraint<br />without<br />hesitation<br />without<br />complaints<br />of what<br />used <br />to be<br />renew<br />for me<br />ure<br />solemn<br />oath of<br />unity<br />be <br />true<br />to me<br />ure<br />only<br />queen<br />of<br />fantasy<br />u never <br />dreamed<br />could<br />ever<br />be<br />infinitely<br />malleable<br />brand me<br />inconsolable<br />if u<br />would<br />rather<br />be alone<br />than<br />here<br />with<br />me<br />i’ll<br />only <br />heed<br />the<br />company<br />of<br />memories<br />& noble<br />deeds<br />promising<br />better<br />things<br />coming<br />round<br />the <br />bend<br />just<br />end<br />this<br />suffer<br />& come<br />to my<br />side<br />vacant<br />with<br />out<br />u<br />as <br />the <br />sky<br />is<br />wide<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8766258318843022003?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-48154732080570171342010-12-01T23:13:00.001-05:002010-12-01T23:16:30.003-05:00that<br />devil<br />on ure<br />shoulder<br />blows<br />hotly<br />in my<br />ears<br />hissing<br />to me<br />nitely<br />drowning<br />out my<br />tears<br />he <br />tells<br />me <br />all<br />about<br />u<br />&<br />all<br />i<br />want <br />to <br />hear<br />is<br />how <br />divine<br />ure<br />valentine<br />of<br />ill<br />repute<br />was<br />well<br />defined<br />&<br />calibrated<br />sanctified<br />& <br />elevated<br />like<br />these<br />hips<br />u<br />consecrated<br />like<br />those<br />lips<br />accentuated<br />from<br />the<br />sudden<br />suck<br />of<br />air<br />pursed<br />&<br />cursed<br />&<br />left<br />to<br />swear<br />un<br />prepared<br />for<br />truth<br />or<br />dare<br />where<br />only<br />feats<br />of<br />fraud<br />can<br />win <br />ure<br />sorrow<br />ends<br />&<br />mine<br />begins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4815473208057017134?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-38245078433306058502010-11-02T09:24:00.000-04:002010-11-02T09:26:12.226-04:00i am<br />trampled<br />bramble<br />burning<br />brush<br />set<br />ablaze<br />by the<br />sudden<br />rush<br />doused<br />in<br />flames<br />&<br />lilies<br />crushed<br />tangled<br />in between <br />my<br />knees<br />botany<br />of<br />ecstasy <br />mossy<br />members<br />matted<br />reeds<br />intricate<br />adultery<br />saturated<br />violently<br />with<br />rapid<br />bursts<br />of<br />sanity<br />&<br />soft<br />commands<br />from <br />clever<br />hands<br />with<br />greedy<br />seeds<br />that<br />root<br />to<br />feed<br />from<br />fertile<br />soil<br />iniquities<br />blossoming<br />depravity<br />abundantly<br />harvest<br />me<br />gather<br />me<br />honor<br />me<br />then<br />slaughter<br />me<br />to ure<br />bosom<br />fashion<br />me<br />where<br />i will<br />die<br />bliss<br />fully<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3824507843330605850?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-23057381768507019222010-10-28T09:24:00.000-04:002010-10-28T09:26:55.637-04:00tell<br />me<br />who <br />u <br />grieve <br />for<br />then<br />tell<br />me<br />what<br />can<br />bleed<br />more<br />than<br />the<br />tender<br />whore<br />u <br />sanctified<br />pumped<br />sore<br />&<br />crucified<br />with<br />tender <br />lies to<br />satisfy<br />ure<br />world<br />weary<br />soul<br />free<br />basing<br />stone<br />mason<br />dressed<br />up as<br />a holy<br />man<br />drop<br />ure<br />frock<br />&<br />pull<br />my<br />locks<br />as u<br />minister<br />from<br />behind<br />me<br />design<br />me<br />entwine<br />me in<br />madness<br />soak<br />me in<br />sadness<br />& <br />resolve<br />to<br />absolve<br />my<br />wicked<br />name<br />blink<br />&<br />u’ll <br />miss<br />me<br />kill<br />&<br />then<br />kiss<br />me<br />as u <br />christen <br />me <br />ure<br />greatest<br />shame<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2305738176850701922?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-71029596495906692582010-10-18T13:38:00.000-04:002010-10-18T13:40:38.902-04:00the<br />continent<br />on ure<br />hip<br />i have<br />claimed<br />as my<br />own<br />the<br />south<br />east<br />region<br />of<br />fleshy<br />bone<br />where<br />few<br />have<br />traveled<br />my<br />mouth<br />will<br />roam<br />into<br />freckled<br />lands<br />speckled<br />with<br />moans<br />composed<br />of prose<br />from<br />muffled<br />tones<br />i reign<br />the<br />expanse<br />marked<br />by the<br />dance<br />of my<br />delicate <br />fingers<br />to<br />&<br />fro<br />high<br />&<br />low<br />i trace<br />the<br />loam<br />with<br />heavy<br />breath<br />&<br />driving<br />groans<br />&<br />in this<br />zone<br />all my<br />own<br />sown<br />with<br />stars<br />i make<br />my<br />throne<br />emotion<br />as my<br />only <br />fuel<br />devotion<br />as my <br />only<br />tool<br />i pioneer<br />with<br />sovereign<br />rule<br />to <br />have<br />my<br />cake<br />&<br />eat<br />u<br />too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7102959649590669258?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-40054220212380050762010-09-18T17:52:00.002-04:002010-09-18T18:04:45.577-04:00u <br />urgently<br />decipher<br />me<br />unscramble<br />my<br />soliloquies<br />that <br />mask<br />the<br />probability<br />of <br />u<br />dividing<br />me<br /><br />u<br />loosen<br />my<br />calligraphy<br />&<br />complicate<br />this<br />symmetry<br />distorting<br />my reality<br />of<br />me<br />times<br />me<br /><br />my<br />gluttony<br />for<br />mystery<br />&<br />cryptic<br />forming <br />lettering<br />is<br />weakened<br />by ure<br />certainty<br />of<br />u<br />plus<br />me<br /><br />self<br />induced<br />autonomy<br />perverts <br />my<br />sensibility<br />negating <br />my<br />dexterity<br />to<br />see<br />any<br />trees<br />past<br />the<br />forest <br />that <br />is <br />me<br />squaring<br />me<br />against<br />myself<br />& the<br />erotic<br />possibilities<br />of <br />binary<br />factoring<br />or<br />plausible<br />dualities<br />of<br />us<br />equals<br />we<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4005422021238005076?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-19053374187789927512010-08-25T17:27:00.001-04:002010-08-25T17:28:54.582-04:00clandestine<br />valentines<br />wicked<br />gestures<br />dandelions<br />now<br />u<br />love<br />me<br />now<br />u<br />don’t<br />now <br />u <br />see <br />me<br />now <br />u <br />won’t<br />pulling<br />my<br />teeth<br />out<br />shaking<br />my<br />fists<br />placating<br />ghosts<br />that<br />don’t<br />exist<br />no <br />need<br />to<br />worry<br />i’ve <br />been here<br />before<br />both knees<br />buckled<br />face<br />to the<br />floor<br />blind<br />to the<br />truth<br />that i’m<br />nothing<br />more<br />than<br />circumstance<br />&<br />metaphor<br />a pretty<br />prose<br />out of<br />tune<br />a clutch<br />of spores<br />gone too<br />soon<br />blown<br />to the<br />ether<br />by<br />baited<br />breath<br />my<br />patience<br />stretched<br />with<br />certainty<br />of <br />mind<br />over<br />matter<br />&<br />her<br />over<br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1905337418778992751?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-72329171113902554912010-02-01T14:43:00.002-05:002010-02-01T14:50:11.617-05:00count<br />on me<br />for<br />charity<br />ure<br />committed<br />tree<br />of<br />sympathy<br />climb<br />inside<br />&<br />hide<br />in me<br />drink<br />my sap<br />hungrily<br />for<br />u<br />my<br />weary<br />chrysalis<br />i’ll<br />flower<br />comforts<br />from my<br />lips<br />cherry <br />stained<br />cupid’s<br />bow<br />poisoned<br />arrows<br />dipped<br />in woe<br />have<br />shed<br />my bark<br />& made<br />it so<br />that<br />losing u<br />is<br />loving u<br />is<br />giving u<br />the<br />ingénue<br />that waits<br />for u<br />on the<br />other side<br />of<br />morning<br />glorious<br />story<br />of<br />centuries<br />untold<br />my <br />destiny<br />unfolds<br />in the<br />swarm<br />of ure<br />praise<br />lay<br />waste<br />to me <br />make<br />haste<br />for me<br />the time<br />has<br />come<br />thy will <br />is done<br />my fate<br />is sealed<br />the answer <br />revealed<br />by the<br />lovers<br />carving<br />their<br />names<br />into<br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7232917111390255491?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-33842947602486235232009-10-26T10:56:00.000-04:002009-10-26T11:00:03.323-04:00un<br />tamed<br />un<br />trained<br />in the<br />jargon<br />of<br />ure<br />soul <br />speak<br />i’m<br />knee<br />deep<br />in<br />con<br />crete<br />&<br />un<br />adorned<br />free<br />speech<br />to tell<br />u that<br />ure<br />hands<br />pique<br />my<br />intrigue<br />&<br />un<br />afraid<br />agony<br />to <br />touch<br />u<br />see<br />u<br />captivate<br />&<br />claim<br />u<br />sleep<br />here <br />i’ll<br />cradle<br />u <br />safe<br />with me<br />be <br />with me<br />as u<br />never<br />were<br />before<br />those<br />un<br />formed<br />for<br />lorned<br />epilogues<br />are<br />repertoires<br />better <br />left<br />un<br />spoken<br />better<br />left<br />un<br />woken<br />by this<br />token <br />of a<br />memory<br />a<br />dialect<br />now<br />dead <br />to me<br />emphatic<br />cally<br />tragic<br />cally<br />scrubbing<br />ure <br />soul<br />clean<br />of<br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3384294760248623523?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-61242009818368183132009-10-19T09:09:00.001-04:002009-10-26T10:55:39.388-04:00rarest<br />jewels<br />ripe<br />for<br />the<br />plunder<br />the<br />words<br />that <br />soothe<br />&<br />tear<br />asunder<br />we<br />pluck<br />pretty<br />gems<br />from<br />each<br />other’s<br />slumber<br />vows of<br />secrecy<br />delightfully<br />weaken me<br />seeping<br />from the<br />corners<br />of our<br />puckered<br />mouths<br />with<br />every<br />intent<br />at<br />circumspect<br />we<br />clasp<br />hands<br />& begin<br />the<br />descent<br />into<br />hallowed<br />grounds<br />of<br />echoes<br />&<br />bellows<br />&<br />disheveled<br />sounds<br />a void<br />created<br />by bellies<br />sated<br />in the<br />most<br />devious<br />of ways<br />long<br />are the<br />days<br />between<br />transgressions<br />long<br />are the<br />days<br />between<br />confessions<br />of shadowy<br />deeds<br />& <br />larceny<br />when<br />i filch<br />ure <br />heart<br />&<br />u shroud<br />the <br />key<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6124200981836818313?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-82687084520351011002009-09-08T09:00:00.000-04:002009-09-08T09:01:23.654-04:00sweeten <br />me<br />with ure<br />science<br />&<br />decadent<br />devotions<br />dripping<br />with <br />honey<br />sticky<br />with<br />emotions<br />sodden<br />&<br />runny<br />with<br />jealous<br />temptations<br />to<br />keep<br />us<br />cryptic<br />a<br />secret<br />sensation<br />never<br />before<br />seen<br />by the <br />naked <br />eye<br />a<br />marvelous<br />spectacle<br />for<br />u<br />&<br />i<br />un<br />identified<br />flying<br />attraction<br />un<br />mistakable<br />chemical<br />reaction<br />micro<br />scop<br />ic<br />micro<br />cosm<br />ic<br />atmos<br />phere<br />ic<br />astro<br />log<br />ic<br /><br />a<br /><br />s<br />a<br />l<br />a<br />c<br />i<br />o<br />u<br />s<br /><br />summation<br />yet to be <br />solved<br />we are<br />unified<br />units<br />of an<br />atomic<br />bomb<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8268708452035101100?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-61105625171576545072009-06-08T09:14:00.001-04:002009-06-08T09:16:06.567-04:00i <br />accept<br />no proxy<br />for those<br />foxy<br />brown <br />eyes<br />our<br />ocular<br />connection<br />can not<br />be<br />disguised<br />ure<br />xray vision<br />bubbles<br />my skin<br />entreats<br />my bones<br />to let<br />u in<br />burrowing<br />deeper<br />expanding<br />my core<br />demanding<br />more <br />than I <br />have<br />to<br />spare<br />woman <br />on<br />fire<br />from a <br />single<br />glare<br />our<br />sensuous<br />abyss<br />can not<br />compare<br />the here<br />with <br />the then<br />or<br />the when<br />with<br />the where<br />slipstream<br />dreaming<br />of moments<br />fleeting<br />underground<br />tunnels<br />conceal<br />the skin<br />of a <br />neon <br />cobra<br />shedding<br />its sin<br />fluorescent<br />frequencies<br />wake me<br />from sleep<br />steeped<br />with<br />devotions<br />ready to<br />leap<br />at ure<br />every<br />command<br />take me<br />keep me<br />draw me<br />near<br />u gave<br />me this<br />venom<br />u brought<br />me here<br />to test<br />my <br />passions<br />to break<br />my<br />will<br />for<br />a<br />meandering <br />serpent<br />with<br />time<br />to<br />kill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6110562517157654507?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-29891412379667042862009-05-28T09:26:00.000-04:002009-05-28T09:27:50.516-04:00drive<br />ure<br />sweet<br />stake<br />straight<br />into my<br />heart<br />tell me<br />i’m<br />special<br />tell me<br />i’m<br />part<br />of that<br />dangerous<br />disguise<br />u call<br />unique<br />u call<br />ideal<br />u call<br />to seek<br />a charming <br />tongue<br />& <br />obedient<br />hands<br />a<br />faithful <br />fool<br />who<br />takes<br />commands<br />a dutiful<br />soldier<br />lying<br />in <br />wait<br />who <br />knows<br />no <br />comfort<br />who <br />knows<br />no<br />hate<br />for the<br />golden<br />goddess<br />that <br />augments<br />ure door<br />while <br />i<br />creep<br />in the<br />shadows<br />along <br />the<br />floor<br />to<br />repeat <br />the <br />speech<br />of<br />raven<br />lore<br />whose<br />only <br />cry<br />is<br />‘never<br />more’<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2989141237966704286?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-88740158548511312372009-04-12T15:34:00.002-04:002009-04-12T15:39:43.535-04:00we<br />smell <br />of<br />menthol<br />&<br />ebony<br />&<br />sin<br />as i<br />trace<br />the <br />places <br />that <br />u’ve <br />been <br />on ure <br />skin <br />a map <br />unfolds<br />of<br />greatest<br />conquests<br />never<br />told<br />i stand<br />corrected<br />i stand<br />rejected<br />u’ll <br />never<br />come to<br />claim <br />me<br />so we<br />blow<br />back<br />a<br />throw<br />back<br />to history<br />repeating<br />i am still<br />the<br />wedge<br />u are still<br />the<br />ledge<br />i gladly<br />dive <br />from<br />leaping <br />into<br />curls of<br />smoke<br />ure mouth<br />evokes<br />temporary<br />sanity <br />eludes me<br />subdue me<br />with ure<br />promises <br />of <br />nothing<br />more <br />than <br />stolen <br />time<br />to <br />fantasize<br />that<br />i am<br />ures<br />& <br />u are<br />mine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8874015854851131237?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-73030739007424894122009-02-24T13:49:00.000-05:002009-02-24T13:50:57.191-05:00i will<br />bleed<br />ruby <br />beads<br />for ure<br />perfect<br />neck<br />an<br />amulet<br />of<br />opulence<br />&<br />dedicated<br />reverence<br />take my<br />gems as <br />recompense<br />for ure<br />ethereal<br />instruments<br />those<br />nimble<br />fingers<br />rattle <br />my<br />bones<br />with<br />dis<br />joint<br />ed<br />chaos<br />&<br />fract<br />ured <br />tones<br />drumming<br />directives<br />in<br />morse<br />code<br />a flick<br />of ure<br />wrist<br />could<br />lead me<br />astray <br />adrift<br />in the<br />mists<br />i would<br />wander <br />for days<br />crossing<br />deserts<br />to hear <br />u play<br />that<br />milky <br />music<br /><br />from<br /><br />my<br /><br />v<br />e<br />r<br />t<br />e<br />b<br />r<br />a<br />e<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7303073900742489412?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-11777343974635799552009-01-28T10:18:00.000-05:002009-01-28T10:21:07.258-05:00twinkle<br />brighter<br />so that<br />i can<br />spy<br />ure<br />astral<br />projections<br />filling<br />the<br />sky<br />entranced<br />in the<br />dance<br />we<br />move<br />deeper<br />in sync<br />to our<br />rhythmic<br />pulses<br />keeping <br />the beat<br />in<br />private<br />staccatos<br />& <br />ecstasies<br />we <br />two<br />moon<br />children<br />feeding<br />on<br />beams<br />i<br />glow<br />for<br />u<br />&<br />u<br />glow<br />for<br />me<br />engulf<br />the <br />night<br />in our<br />intricate<br />weave<br />of<br />stellar<br />affections<br />&<br />telepathy<br />our secret<br />symphony<br />clearly <br />disguised<br />in a<br />space<br />out of<br />sight<br />&<br />a time<br />out of<br />mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1177734397463579955?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-3447939739766121342009-01-19T09:01:00.000-05:002009-01-19T09:03:41.040-05:00u<br />see<br />me<br />a<br />mystery<br />to keep<br />at bay<br />to<br />dream<br />about <br />on<br />lonely <br />days<br />afraid<br />to<br />fall<br />into my<br />capable<br />arms<br />disarmed<br />by my<br />comforts<br />&<br />devoted<br />charms<br />ship<br />wreck<br />ure<br />sorrows<br />upon<br />my<br />shore<br />my<br />ample<br />beaches<br />will soon<br />restore<br />peace of<br />mind<br />back<br />to ure<br />core<br />explore<br />our<br />lore<br />with <br />torrential<br />embraces<br />u smell<br />like<br />the<br />world<br />&<br />exotic<br />places<br />i<br />quiver<br />in<br />delight<br />to<br />recite<br />ure<br />name<br />retain<br />my<br />coffers<br />accept<br />my <br />offers<br />to<br />soothe<br />what<br />ails u<br />&<br />cure<br />what<br />fails to<br />make u<br />feel<br />prized<br /><br />just<br />drop <br />ure <br />anchor<br /><br />let me<br />show<br /><br />u<br /><br />tonite<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-344793973976612134?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-18191160492071010302009-01-13T13:32:00.002-05:002009-01-13T13:38:41.557-05:00i<br />dive<br />into the<br />sky<br />& stride<br />among the<br />stars<br />w/ lust<br />in my<br />hair<br />& sighs<br />in my<br />arms<br />& carry<br />every <br />note<br />u spoke<br />into my<br />delicate<br />ears<br /><br />here<br /><br />take my<br />treasures<br />tell me<br />ure<br />pleasures<br />i've <br />waited<br />for<br />years<br />ask<br />& i am<br />given<br />want<br />& i am<br />driven<br />to grant u<br />all<br />of ure<br />heart's <br />desires<br />entire<br />mountains<br />are<br />dedicated<br />to u<br />celebrated<br />for u<br />ever<br />having <br />brought me<br />to their<br />hallowed<br />grounds<br />happily<br />drowned<br />in exalted<br />rain<br />where i<br />faithfully<br />remain<br />awaiting<br />ure <br />instruction<br />an<br />immaculate<br />eruption<br /><br />begging<br /><br />for<br />ure<br /><br />sweet<br /><br />release<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1819116049207101030?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-8930020945765252002008-12-29T11:35:00.000-05:002008-12-29T11:36:20.371-05:00i am<br />wendy<br />by the<br />window<br />u are<br />peter<br />incognito<br />lull me<br />deeper<br />into<br />neverland<br />a sleeper<br />walking<br />foreign <br />lands with<br />outstretched<br />hands<br />i’d <br />follow<br />ure <br />shadow<br />anywhere<br />u ever dare<br />to take<br />me<br />by<br />flash<br />light<br />or<br />fire<br />light<br />tinker<br />bell<br />or<br />winged<br />sprite<br />lead me<br />directly<br />into<br />temptation<br />guide me<br />swiftly<br />without<br />trepidation<br />into the<br />darkest <br />corners <br />of time<br />bind<br />ure ribbons<br />around my<br />waist<br />ure<br />willing <br />traveler<br />for just <br />a taste<br />of ure<br />spirited<br />kiss<br />i’d<br />contort<br />&<br />twist<br />&<br />shape<br />to fit<br />any<br />circumstance<br />ure<br />erotic<br />trance<br />will<br />bid of<br />me<br />hunt<br />me <br />gather<br />me<br />ravage<br />me<br />voraciously<br />by the<br />unkempt<br />fires<br />of my<br />unquenchable<br />desire<br />for<br />u<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-893002094576525200?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-72964506029942012002008-12-22T09:34:00.000-05:002008-12-22T09:35:43.253-05:00leather<br />bitten<br />bound<br />&<br />stricken<br />w/ this<br />taboo<br />memory<br />of u<br />history<br />recalling <br />me<br />back<br />to that<br />shadowy<br />world<br />presently<br />unfurled<br />by the<br />curl<br />of ure<br />whispering<br />voice<br />with one<br />finger<br />over my<br />lips<br />it<br />plucks<br />such<br />songs<br />from my <br />hair<br />ensnared<br />in that<br />clever <br />trap<br />i’ve fallen<br />in before<br />once<br />adored<br />twice<br />regarded<br />at heart<br />in lust<br />i trust<br />i must<br />obey <br />the law<br />that<br />u have<br />written<br />smitten <br />by<br />patchouli<br />&<br />prose<br />transpose<br />me<br />into the<br />perfect <br />key to<br />set me<br />free<br />of this<br />detestable<br />need for<br />prolific<br />suffer<br /><br />b<br />r<br />o<br />o<br />d<br />y<br />brother<br /><br />m<br />o<br />o<br />d<br />y<br />lover<br /><br />i’m<br />tongue<br />stopped<br />brain<br />lopped<br />at the<br />stem<br /><br />-again<br /><br />oh<br />kiss me<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7296450602994201200?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-11086869221283965552008-12-18T10:07:00.001-05:002008-12-18T10:09:01.601-05:00nite<br />fishing<br />on <br />opposite <br />bays<br />catching <br />our<br />hands<br />in that<br />old<br />familiar <br />way<br />casting <br />our lots<br />into the<br />unknowable<br />pool<br />with<br />silent<br />exchanges<br />&<br />placid<br />moods<br />u clung<br />to me<br />frayed<br />wanting<br />to be<br />bound<br />i hung<br />to u<br />dazed<br />wanting<br />to be<br />found<br />the<br />sound of<br />stillness<br />sprinkling<br />between<br />the<br />longitudes<br />&<br />platitudes<br />&<br />luminous <br />beams<br />of dawn<br />approaching<br />to lite<br />the sky<br />our lanterns<br />are dimming<br />terrains<br />left to<br />climb<br />our lips<br />are swimming<br />in the<br />luxury<br />of<br />time<br />the<br />moment<br />entwined<br />beyond<br />reason<br />or<br />rhyme<br />an<br />accidental <br />meeting<br />if<br />memory<br />serves<br />a buddhist<br />a sadist<br />a pretty<br />can of<br />worms<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1108686922128396555?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-11633056851968956172008-12-16T08:56:00.001-05:002008-12-16T08:56:39.636-05:00on a <br />hidden <br />beach<br />i will <br />ravish <br />u<br />with my<br />feral<br />locks<br />i will<br />lavish <br />u <br />with my<br />idolatry<br />easily <br />sinking<br />into the<br />infinite<br />space<br />between<br />the<br />grains <br />of sand<br />adoring<br />ure <br />relaxing<br />frame<br />leave this<br />october chill<br />behind us<br />the sunlite<br />will remind <br />us<br />how to<br />bask <br />in each <br />other’s <br />laughter <br />with<br />unadorned<br />frivolity<br />let’s <br />climb<br />the trees<br />&<br />labor in<br />love<br />with<br />the surf <br />beneath us<br />the heavens<br />above<br />will<br />conceal <br />us in <br />perfect<br />obscurity<br />bathe<br />with me <br />in the<br />salty tide<br />escape<br />with me<br />throw <br />autumn <br />aside<br />peel off<br />ure layers<br />make no<br />delay<br />our <br />hidden <br />beach<br />is a <br />kiss <br />away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1163305685196895617?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-42867757213664601702008-11-17T10:51:00.004-05:002008-11-17T11:28:19.133-05:00BURN<br />IT<br />ALL<br />the cards<br />u guard<br />so close<br />to ure<br />chest<br />can not<br />conceal<br />can not<br />arrest <br />this<br />inexplicable<br />tragedy<br />remember me<br />vividly<br />this<br />dragon<br />guzzling<br />gasoline<br />remember me<br />the<br />fiery <br />fiend<br />fueling ure <br />hatred<br />of me<br />‘til u<br />have what<br />u need<br />to be<br />finally <br />freed<br />to sleep<br />deeply<br />able to<br />see<br />there was<br />no prize<br />in me<br />after all<br />the small<br />seductive<br />creature<br />signed<br />sealed<br />delivered<br />darkening<br />ure door<br />with all<br />that i am <br />reckless<br />impulsive<br />impetuous<br />repulsive<br />in my<br />pleasantly<br />delightful<br />&<br />spiteful<br />way<br />another brick<br />in ure wall<br />an honest<br />mistake<br />DESTROY IT<br />ALL<br />employ it<br />all<br />to<br />eradicate<br />the<br />memory <br />of<br />ure<br />succubus<br />ure<br />concubine<br />ure<br />venus fly trap<br />w/ venomous<br />vines<br />wilted<br />broken<br />stilted<br />choking<br />on the<br />truth<br />u will <br />never<br />tell<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4286775721366460170?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-11946323316614506012008-10-31T09:49:00.000-04:002008-10-31T09:52:13.591-04:00oh<br />spin me<br />again<br />in ure<br />web of<br />lies <br />& those <br />pretty <br />eyes that<br />paralyze<br />me<br />oh<br />spin me<br />again<br />with that<br />drunken grin<br />in a glass of<br />“ure beautiful”<br />& tonic <br />& gin<br />oh<br />spin me<br />‘round<br />giddy <br />with ure<br />dulcet<br />deceits<br />tell me<br />i’m perfect<br />that i’m<br />all that u <br />need<br />unable<br />to read<br />between<br />the lines<br />blind to<br />the truth<br />that i’m<br />rotted<br />fruit<br />once <br />bitten<br />thrice<br />shy<br />&<br />now<br />rebuked<br />for my<br />sickening<br />sweetness<br />that makes <br />u distressed<br />TAKE ME<br />BACK<br />to square<br />one<br />back<br />to the<br />fun<br />when u <br />kept to the<br />script<br />without<br />moving<br />ure lips<br />oh<br />spin me<br />some <br />more<br />so i<br />won’t<br />cry<br />any<br />more<br />for<br />that <br />spilt <br />milk<br />on the<br />floor<br />that<br />will<br />never<br />ever<br />dry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1194632331661450601?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-82750746088201467642008-10-27T14:13:00.000-04:002008-10-27T14:15:11.430-04:00ures<br />is the<br />only <br />mouth<br />i want<br />to feed<br />eat me.<br />drink me.<br />feel me.<br />fear me.<br />fear this<br />intimacy<br />i carry<br />w/ me<br />that<br />doesn’t <br />need u<br />to tell me<br />where i<br />want to<br />be<br />even now<br />u sleep<br />beside me<br />when<br />u’d<br />rather be<br />alone<br />while i<br />bemoan<br />my outcast<br />state<br />w/ quiet sighs<br />& mournful hate<br />for never<br />being able<br />to be<br />“enough”<br />entrusted w/<br />ure sullen<br />wit<br />i imagine<br />we’ll dance<br />forever<br />like this:<br />apart<br />but<br />together<br />prelude <br />to a kiss<br />or<br />stormy <br />weather<br />i derive<br />no pleasure<br />from loving <br />alone<br />useless<br />unwanted<br />a voice<br />on a phone<br />condensing <br />my universe<br />at the<br />sound of<br />the tone<br />give me <br />purpose<br />to this<br />fever<br />in my<br />bones<br />that shrieks<br />that delights<br />in the <br />scraps<br />i am <br />thrown<br />NOURISH ME.<br />COMFORT ME.<br />FEED ME.<br />the intimacy<br />i need<br />for me<br />or please<br /> <br />leave.<br /><br />me.<br /><br />be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8275074608820146764?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-22196872624788966992008-10-13T14:39:00.000-04:002008-10-13T14:40:20.991-04:00ure<br />fragrant<br />sweat<br />adorns<br />my<br />pillow<br />the<br />wallpaper<br />speaks<br />ure<br />name<br />dream-like<br />images<br />crawl <br />towards<br />the ceiling<br />reeling<br />in agony<br />dancing<br />in shame<br />i am<br />too<br />consumed<br />by <br />thoughts<br />of u<br />& ure<br />piercing<br />eyes<br />to surmise<br />where i’m<br />going<br />or where<br />i’ve been<br />singed<br />by<br />ure<br />line<br />drawing<br />infecting<br />my skin<br />indelible<br />sketches<br />of our<br />latest<br />sin<br />leaching<br />thru my<br />pores<br />like<br />bubbling <br />sores<br />with<br />scores of<br />places<br />needing <br />ure<br />curative<br />tongue<br />come<br />heal me<br />again<br />from this<br />boiling<br />tirade <br />frothy<br />& <br />thick<br />&<br />shiny<br />&<br />slick<br />this<br />sickness<br />that<br />drips<br />from <br />my<br />lips<br />caramelizing<br />between <br />us<br />into<br />every<br />thing<br />u <br />ever<br />want<br /><br />to<br /><br />feel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2219687262478896699?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-38964623315339765912008-10-06T09:49:00.002-04:002008-10-06T10:08:58.406-04:00i’m<br />free<br />as a<br />lark<br />don’t<br />cage me <br />in<br />w/ promises<br />of<br />luxury<br />& protection<br />from the<br />wind<br />i made <br />my own <br />nest<br />for seasons<br />to come<br />blessed by<br />the<br />rain<br />& <br />tamed by<br />the <br />sun<br />don’t tempt<br />me<br />fickle boy<br />w/ ure<br />delectable<br />treats<br />only to cast<br />me<br />onto the<br />street<br />once ure <br />fancy wanes<br />& the moon<br />changes<br />peaks<br />let me <br />sing <br />for u<br />softly<br />from my <br />hallowed<br />retreat<br />i can coax<br />from my throat<br />any sound<br />that u <br />ask<br />ure <br />willing <br />songstress<br />awaits the <br />task<br />so please <br />cut this <br />ribbon <br />tied to my <br />feet<br />my sprit is <br />broken<br />i feel too <br />weak<br />i’ve lost sight<br />of the crumbs<br />back to my<br />perch<br />back to my<br />altar<br />back to my<br />church<br />if i promise<br />to stay<br />will it<br />comfort u<br />will u<br />sweep me <br />away<br />in ure<br />tearful <br />monsoon<br />to sing of<br />our sorrows<br />happily <br />in<br />tune<br />as<br />two<br />untamed<br />birds<br />with <br />volumes <br />to<br />croon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3896462331533976591?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-5740137033051622122008-09-22T09:36:00.000-04:002008-09-22T09:37:38.077-04:00my <br />appetite<br />grows<br />for u<br />a <br />bottomless<br />pit<br />descend <br />into it<br />explore<br />me<br />further<br />see me<br />for more<br />than just<br />my<br />sex<br />more <br />than just<br />a<br />woman<br />simply <br />complex<br />from the<br />braided lines<br />that<br />grace my<br />palms<br />to the <br />weathered skin<br />my skeleton<br />dons<br />i am<br />clusters<br />& <br />fragments<br />of delicate<br />places<br />hollows <br />&<br />caverns<br />longing for<br />traces<br />of ure<br />slightest touch<br />or<br />fevered attack<br />come<br />unlock <br />the <br />secrets<br />of the<br />arch<br />in my <br />back<br />undress my<br />existence<br />embrace my<br />worth<br />a legend<br />ever changing<br />since the<br />moment of<br />birth<br />a history<br />of scars<br />of wrinkles<br />of peaks<br />of valleys<br />of oceans<br />of dimples<br />of cheeks<br />i am <br />limitless <br />horizons<br />not yet<br />recognized<br /><br />i stand<br />naked <br />before u<br /><br />just<br /><br />open <br />ure <br />eyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-574013703305162212?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-67897443376823172692008-09-02T13:38:00.002-04:002008-09-02T13:43:34.298-04:00this<br />is ure<br />creation<br />of<br />shimmering<br />sensation<br />a wild<br />electric<br />masterpiece<br />humming<br />w/ glorious<br />tones<br />ure willing <br />instrument<br />ure grand <br />experiment<br />hungry to be<br />composed<br />ure color<br />is my<br />drug<br />let me <br />be ure <br />junkie<br />ure<br />dedicated <br />flunkie<br />malleable<br />to ure<br />whim<br />a slave<br />to the sin<br />of ure<br />brilliant<br />strokes<br />ure mouth<br />stoked <br />this fire<br />ure hands<br />sculpt<br />desires<br />that crave<br />every <br />fraction<br />of ure<br />delicate<br />attention<br />w/ gentle<br />direction<br />i straddle<br />ure affections<br />surrendering<br />to ure<br />measures<br />of rhythmic<br />pleasures<br />that<br />errode<br />my <br />being<br />&<br />devastate<br />my<br />flesh<br />erupting<br />&<br />falling<br />i am<br />vaporized<br />refreshed<br />an omniscient<br />impression<br />demolished<br />impressed<br />like this<br />languid<br />metaphor<br /><br />d<br />i<br />s<br />s<br />o<br />l<br />v<br />i<br />n<br />g<br /><br />i<br />n<br />t<br />o<br /><br />no<br />thing<br />ness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6789744337682317269?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-70531635944867267182008-07-29T13:29:00.001-04:002008-07-29T13:33:04.370-04:00i can be<br />ure<br />dirty<br />pretty<br />thing<br />& <br />u can love<br />every<br />little<br />thing<br />about me<br />fancy<br />my volatile<br />lips<br />fancy<br />my dangerous<br />hips<br />that<br />slip<br />& <br />dip<br />for ure<br />private<br />pleasure<br />treasure<br />the feel<br />as ure<br />heart reels<br />in<br />drink & delight<br />despite<br />all the <br />things<br />u think <br />are right<br />SAVE<br />URESELF<br />from my<br />tender<br />torment<br />FREE<br />URESELF<br />from this<br />childish<br />torrent<br />of curious<br />emotions<br />clothed in <br />repulsion<br />&<br />guilt<br />&<br />shame<br />&<br />erroneous<br />blame<br />RUN<br />AWAY<br />from <br />my siren song<br />my open plams<br />my awkward heart<br />bleeding <br />for<br />u<br />-it’s <br />-all<br />-too<br />-much<br />it’s <br />such<br />a <br />rush<br />my <br />cherry <br />stained<br />mouth<br />can make<br />u forget<br />& regret<br />ure time<br />away<br />pay ure fare<br />hop the ride<br />it’s safe inside<br />if u wanna hide<br /><br />come on<br /><br />give me<br />ure<br />hand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7053163594486726718?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-55114983946504911612008-07-14T11:38:00.000-04:002008-07-14T11:40:41.390-04:00spread<br />deep<br />the love<br />i spread<br />hardly returned<br />spread heartily<br />like<br />pb&j<br />that u devour<br />easily<br />between<br />2 slices of my heart<br />munching away<br />eagerly<br />licking<br />each<br />finger<br />clean<br />of <br />me<br />did u ever stop<br />to wonder<br />about that<br />wonder bread<br />u were using<br />to scoop me up<br />& gulp me down<br />a love<br />i did not invite<br />a loss<br />i did not delight<br />a sorrow<br />that offered<br />no foresight<br />but <br />i’ll try again<br />with<br />someone <br />else<br />don’t u see<br />there’s no<br />stopping me<br />i have been<br />the tangy<br />in between<br />the fresh<br />tomato<br />the crispy<br />green<br />the miracle<br />in<br />his<br />whip<br />ure not the first<br />to lose my attentions<br />to regret my affections<br />to fail the inspection<br />of what ure<br />all about<br />i hope<br />u know too<br />i hope<br />u learned to<br />savor my<br />flavor<br />before u<br />soured ure<br />power<br />once <br />i am lost<br />to u<br />& u swallow<br />& digest<br />& u wallow<br />in distress<br />missing me<br />u’ll try again<br />with<br />someone <br />else<br />then <br />u’ll see<br />everyone else<br />is just<br />a<br />‘sammich’<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-5511498394650491161?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-16727262497187867092008-07-07T09:36:00.002-04:002008-07-07T10:07:01.507-04:00this<br />velvet sky<br />anoints <br />me<br />i am<br />encircled<br />entranced<br />beckoned to<br />dance<br />as the<br />universe<br />pulsates<br />w/in me<br />u<br />woodland god<br />u<br />starry eyed satyr<br />take me to<br />ure temple<br />where the<br />emerald moss<br />grows<br />to cushion the<br />blows <br />of this<br />-so<br />-called<br />-life<br />i am ure <br />sprite<br />ure verdant<br />nymph<br />twirling<br />thru the<br />brush<br />grown lush<br />w/ ure ancient <br />sadness<br />stripped<br />of modesty<br />drenched <br />in honesty<br />i swear<br />my allegiance<br />to the<br />odyssey<br />between <br />us<br />tighten<br />ure vines<br />& wind them<br />around me<br />surround me<br />embrace me<br />lay waste to me<br />spiral & coil<br />thru<br />granite & soil<br />rein me in<br />past the<br />thorny brush<br />that protects<br />u<br />encase this<br />mystery<br />from the lite<br />of the<br />moon<br />swoon<br />plummet<br />lunge<br />pitch<br />deeply<br />into this <br />dream<br />deeper<br />into this<br />mystery<br />inter-<br />twined<br />our seeds<br />bloom<br />in <br />ecstasy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1672726249718786709?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-7294515460250418632008-06-30T15:56:00.002-04:002008-06-30T16:04:44.196-04:00my <br />mouth<br />opens<br />wider<br />bursting<br />exploding <br />like the<br />sky afire<br />spitting<br />imploding <br />molten sparks<br />& ashen spirals<br />harking disaster<br />seeking <br />answers<br />what sin<br />have i <br />committed<br />what fact<br />have i<br />omitted<br />in my quest<br />for this<br />bliss<br />why did u <br />court me<br />why did u<br />sort me<br />out of the <br />maze <br />of women<br />dazed & driven<br />to be matched<br />w/ a man<br />like <br />u<br />are u satisfied<br />- love<br />have u quantified<br />- love<br />all my displays<br />of devotion<br />&<br />pathetic notions<br />of humble<br />affections<br />tossed in ure<br />direction<br />how else<br />should this<br />obedient heart <br />dance <br />for<br />u<br />elude me<br />no longer<br />hide me<br />no longer<br />from ure <br />beautiful face<br />lay waste<br />to the terrain<br />between us<br />map my territory<br />stake ure claim<br />to this<br />generous prize<br />who stains <br />her eyes<br />black as nite<br />& rises<br />& sighs<br />with<br />out<br />u<br /><br />find me<br />bind me<br />turn me<br />over<br />sign me<br /><br />I AM<br />URES<br /><br />indelibly<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-729451546025041863?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-37931055438199045392008-05-28T12:21:00.001-04:002008-05-28T12:23:20.753-04:00paint me<br />delicious<br />ure<br />golden apple<br />ure<br />pomegranate seeds<br />i need<br />to be<br />devoured<br />deflowered<br />of all my<br />mystery<br />come back<br />to me<br />pluck<br />from me<br />the fruits<br />of my<br />fervent<br />desires<br />the<br />witching hour<br />brings to power<br />the dream<br />w/in<br />ure dreams<br />murmurs <br />at nite<br />emerge<br />in flight<br />like<br />ravens<br />swarming <br />swooping<br />calling<br />to me<br />the hidden<br />messages<br />presages <br />of a life<br />still<br />to<br />come<br />s<br />l<br />e<br />e<br />p<br />my <br />mayan <br />fleshed<br />dreamer<br />this ancient<br />unrest<br />weighs<br />on ure chest<br />heavier <br />than <br />i <br />ever <br />could<br />the seeds <br />are planted<br />ure wishes<br />all granted<br />& i shall be<br />sown no more<br />seek no more<br />weep no more<br />in sorrowful scorn<br />i am<br />re<br />born<br />razed<br />renewed<br />ripe<br />in bloom<br />w/ penance<br />& pardons<br /><br />blossoming<br /><br />for <br />u<br /><br />in <br />our<br /><br />s<br />e<br />c<br />r<br />e<br />t<br /><br />garden<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3793105543819904539?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-12492229363979046392008-05-19T12:09:00.000-04:002008-05-19T12:10:48.557-04:00i<br />a<br />wait<br /><br />sus<br />pen<br />ded<br /><br />in no<br />thing<br />ness<br /><br />my<br />frag<br />ment<br />ed<br />dis<br />tress<br />es<br /><br />aim<br />less<br />con<br />fess<br />ions<br />adrift<br />in the<br />midst<br />of <br />such<br />lu<br />cid<br />ity<br /><br />what is<br />happ<br />ening<br />to me<br /><br />a fly<br />trap<br />ped<br />in honey<br />& flattery<br />in<br />tox<br />icat<br />ing<br />sy<br />coph<br />ancy<br /><br />breath<br />less<br />yawn<br />ing<br />cavern<br />ous<br />long<br />ing<br />to <br />touch<br />u<br /><br />eman<br />cipate<br />exon<br />erate<br />vind<br />icate<br />me<br />with ure <br />tender<br />ab<br />solu<br />tion<br /><br />i<br />a<br />wait<br /><br />spell<br />bound<br /><br />captive<br /><br />rapt<br />in the <br />mad<br />ness<br />of a<br />wish<br /><br />we<br />kiss<br /><br />*ssssssssssssss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1249222936397904639?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-2046572555855481702008-05-09T14:29:00.002-04:002008-05-09T14:37:08.173-04:00my ghost<br />orchid<br />my hidden<br />gem<br />the<br />skeleton<br />that haunts<br />my deepest<br />closet<br />my constant <br />projection<br />of perfection<br />rattling<br />inflections<br />of my<br />shame<br />my secret<br />longing<br />who keeps<br />belonging<br />to<br />another<br />more worthy<br />than <br />i<br />could <br />ever be<br />u <br />could never<br />see<br />how i <br />came to be<br />so<br />painfully aware<br />i’ll never compare<br />to the phantom<br />i used to<br />be<br />all<br />my truths<br />come back<br />to u<br />i am<br />destined<br />to drown<br />destined<br />to crown<br />my worthless head<br />w/ thorns<br />&<br />wire<br />&<br />scorn<br />&<br />fire<br />&<br />mournful cries<br />i have <br />no alibis<br />I<br />FAILED<br />U<br />derailed <br />our<br />happy union<br />w/ delusions<br />of grandeur<br />w/ another<br />no picture book<br />ending<br />no realities<br />bending<br />to suit<br />my deepest<br />desires<br />oh<br />cherished<br />one<br />our glorious sun<br />has set<br />never to dawn<br />again on our <br />laughter<br />my <br />regret<br />my<br />remorse<br />my<br />shameful<br />disaster<br />keeps me <br />chasing shadows<br />of our <br />happily<br />never<br />after<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-204657255585548170?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-50956282107615901832008-05-01T13:12:00.002-04:002008-05-01T13:28:58.073-04:00(circa 2003)<br /><br />PACK<br />URE<br />SHIT<br />& get out<br />of my mind<br />i grind my teeth<br />at the thought<br />of u<br />look at me<br />broken<br />limp<br />wounded<br />hit <br />twice<br />by the same arrow<br />the marrow of my bones<br />loosened<br />with grief<br />I<br />SEEK<br />RELIEF<br />u liar<br />u thief<br />i'm tired of <br />missing u<br />& ure insecurity<br />missing u<br />& ure insincerity<br />missing u<br />& ure ability<br />to fool me<br />into thinking<br />i was<br />special<br />well<br />birds of a feather<br />may fuck together<br />but two wrongs<br />don't make <br />a right<br />i'm too tired <br />to fight<br />my weathered heart<br />is somber<br />no spark<br />to love again<br />to hurt again<br />to hope again<br />that u'll hear me<br />clearly<br />between my gasps for breath<br />so<br />go<br />take ure precious<br />"space"<br />clear ure precious<br />"head"<br />leave me for dead<br />in this emptiness<br />follow the<br />yellow brick road <br />before u<br />towards the emerald city<br />of peace & quiet<br />without me<br /><br />happily<br /><br />here's hoping<br />no one drops<br />a house<br />on u<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-5095628210761590183?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-24676565917035355992008-04-23T10:17:00.002-04:002008-04-23T10:20:39.617-04:00the<br />wild haired<br />woman<br />child<br />who <br />kissed the<br />boys<br />& made<br />a pile<br />of broken<br />spirits<br />&<br />empty<br />dreams<br />strung <br />w/ opals<br />& <br />velveteen<br />draped upon<br />her naked<br />back<br />to soothe her<br />ache<br />& heal the<br />lack<br />of dedicated<br />honorable<br />men<br />who break<br />in her wake<br />before she<br />counts<br />"ten"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2467656591703535599?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-34636769781392958142008-04-16T14:41:00.002-04:002008-04-16T14:47:27.639-04:00tounge<br />tied<br />terrified<br />mystified <br />that u <br />ever tried<br />to understand me<br />at <br />all<br />I<br />HAVE<br />NO<br />ANSWERS<br />i speak<br />no lies<br />i can<br />only cry<br />within myself<br />for mercy<br />do u think<br />this is easy<br />i’m sick<br />i’m queasy<br />i’m weak<br />i’m easily <br />fooled<br />trampled<br />wooed<br />all in<br />one<br />breath<br />GO AWAY<br />& take ure<br />distrust<br />with <br />u<br />i can’t convince u<br />otherwise<br />i can’t succinctly<br />surmise<br />the surprise I felt<br />when u came<br /><br />then <br /><br />left<br /><br />so<br />leave me<br />again<br />with my shame<br />my bewilderment<br />my fame<br />in being<br />an overzealous <br />creature<br />too<br />wild<br />to<br />pursue<br />i<br />mangled my<br />good intentions<br />with<br />misconceptions<br />of what u<br />should<br />& should not<br />feel<br />burdened u<br />w/ foolish ambitions<br />tedious situations<br />superfluous<br />intimidations<br />all<br />for<br />want<br />of being <br />MORE<br />i wanted to be<br />more<br />than therapy<br />more <br />than coffee<br />more<br />than happenstance<br />more<br />than circumstance<br />more <br />than habit<br />more <br />than a tease<br />i wanted <br />u<br />to think<br />i was <br />much <br />MUCH<br />more<br />than just<br /><br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3463676978139295814?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-39959922749446090652008-04-10T12:51:00.000-04:002008-04-10T12:52:36.941-04:00i am <br />swollen<br />with fear<br />eyes bulging<br />understanding<br />that i <br />do not <br />understand<br />at all<br />i bawl <br />w/ out warning<br />forlorned<br />swarming<br />this darkness <br />buzzing around me <br />disrepaired <br />emotions<br />gathering <br />like dust in the cracks<br />of my mind <br />i awake<br />beneath the weight<br />of my thoughts<br />rank<br />like spoiled meat<br />i greet my sadness <br />wordlessly<br />oh<br />tell me more <br />about ure eyes<br />but<br />STOP<br />SEARCHING<br />MINE<br />i’m afraid <br />of what u’ll find<br />just let me cry<br />until the poison <br />bleeds <br />out <br />of me<br />bruised <br />shades <br />of <br />anguish<br />welling up <br />inside <br />of me<br />these<br />ancient<br />amalgamated distresses <br />depressing me so<br />stressing me so<br />that ure memory blinds me<br />ure tenderness pains me<br />like a delicate wound<br />i ache to soothe<br />to no avail<br />i wail <br />inside myself<br />howling<br />to the bluest moon<br />seeking refuge <br />in our<br />forgotten<br />place <br />cloaked in silence <br />i wade thru my darkness<br />quietly<br />come<br />sit by me<br />& let’s ease the suffer <br />of endless nite <br />thru our <br />imagined<br />embrace<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3995992274944609065?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-19471063387417903372008-03-24T13:05:00.003-04:002008-03-24T13:18:27.352-04:00beckon me<br />my<br />worthy man<br />when all else fails u<br />ure silent witness<br />to all that ails u<br />i only want<br />to bring u peace<br />i only want<br />to be the least <br />of ure worries<br />when life is hurried<br />& hasty<br />& harried<br />& nary<br />a moment<br />can be <br />spared<br />find<br />me<br />here<br />stumble <br />into my arms<br />find solace<br />in our quiet charm<br />the happenstance<br />that brought u here<br />the winds of chance<br />that calls us near<br />memories<br />of<br />poetry<br />whispered<br />between <br />us<br />beloved man<br />i understand<br />ure absence<br />i realize<br />i sympathize<br />but what use<br />am i<br />without u<br />i sigh<br />i weep<br />i die<br />i seek <br />to know <br />what ure <br />intentions <br />are<br />u've left me<br />scarred<br />my safety<br />jarred<br />ure tempest<br />has tossed me<br />ure silence <br />has caused me<br />nothing<br />but<br />heartache<br />w/ every daybreak<br />that passes<br />i hang my head<br />in quiet dread<br />w/out the courage<br />to raise my eyes<br />& recognize<br /><br />ure<br /> <br />already<br /><br />gone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1947106338741790337?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-22581479178929230632008-03-21T21:51:00.002-04:002008-03-21T21:54:48.067-04:00the <br />moment <br />u turn <br />ure back<br />my mind is off <br />& running<br />w/ daisy chains<br />swinging from her hair<br />lying in fields<br />of endless moonlite<br />basking <br />in the glow<br />of the <br />mere<br />thought <br />of u<br />purest thoughts<br />while she<br />envisions u <br />spread eagle<br />tied down to the posts<br />golden heart<br />as she inches up her skirt<br />& climbs into <br />ure backseat<br />laughing sweetly<br />into herself<br />roaming the velvet sky<br />my mind <br />is wandering<br />her chestnut tresses<br />tossled <br />among<br />her <br />photos<br />of u<br />virginal desires<br />watching herself<br />swirling in darkness<br />dancing naked<br />on ure lawn<br />innocent musings<br />as she<br />holds herself<br />close enuff<br />to share ure breath<br />guiltless nymph<br />she conjures a smile <br />onto my face<br />easing me gently<br />into reality<br />as i go <br />w/ the flow<br />of a <br />disinterested <br />disguise<br />oh<br />do what u will <br />to me<br />but<br />let her have <br />her dreams<br />&<br />whatever u decide<br />just<br />don't<br />turn <br />around<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2258147917892923063?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-18932818639783675902008-03-18T10:05:00.000-04:002008-03-18T10:10:36.248-04:00wicked <br />tounge<br />flicker <br />by <br />starlite<br />groping angel<br />pacify my qualms<br />with ure<br />vanilla scented <br />hands<br />stroke the worries <br />out of my <br />hair<br />bathe me <br />in <br />sweetest intentions<br />lofty perceptions<br />stories of deception<br />by that girl<br />w/ the silken <br />hair<br />i<br />ooze<br />like <br />hot<br />wax<br />into <br />ure lap<br />down<br />onto the leather seats<br />ure <br />hisses<br />a hot knife<br />thru butter<br />i<br />spread<br />gently<br />drizzled<br />w/ ure <br />exquisite sighs<br />i<br />compromise<br />all ties <br />w/ reality <br />for a nite<br />spinning<br />in ure <br />orbit<br />i ride the back<br />of a meteor<br />& remain<br />unshaken<br />until u <br />retrieve me<br />still<br />i feel <br />i can not quench<br />the thirst<br />of ure kisses<br />yet<br />i am <br />poured<br />drawn<br />an emptied vessel<br />happily<br />streaming<br />into<br />u<br />quell <br />ure temper <br />love<br />if dawn comes too soon<br />& our broken melodies<br />turn <br />into daily overtures<br />the scorching sun<br />will ease it’s glare<br />& then <br />delicious obscurity will hold us <br />titely<br />w/ the stars <br />for a blanket<br />& my bosom<br />for <br />rest<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1893281863978367590?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-81816157353772027452008-03-10T14:07:00.002-04:002008-03-10T14:13:40.934-04:00my skin<br />throbs<br />for u<br />i am <br />wild<br />ecstatic<br />pure electricity <br />waiting for <br />a current<br />waiting for<br />u<br />waiting for<br />a spark <br />that will incinerate <br />my thoughts<br />until i only see<br />hear<br />feel <br />our smoky<br />charred <br />lust<br />my pores<br />scream<br />for u<br />i <br />am<br />fever<br />vigor<br />eternal fire eating myself <br />whole<br />eating myself <br />empty<br />turning inside out <br />from the thought<br />of<br />u<br />a kiss<br />a touch<br />a wink<br />has such<br />awe inspiring<br />body entangling<br />soul strangling<br />power<br />over me<br />i am waiting<br />for the skies to open<br />for ure kiss to deepen<br />for my eyes to blacken<br />for my breath to quicken<br />animated<br />for u<br />i come to life<br />in ure arms<br />keep pulling my strings<br />make me believe <br />that i have<br />purpose<br />make me see <br />that i have<br />deliverance<br />from<br />me<br />i want to see <br />my reflection <br />in our pool <br />of sweat<br />swim <br />in the waters <br />capture<br />our <br />sighs<br />in<br />a<br />magick<br />box<br />fill my core <br />with ure flood<br />so there is no place <br />for my nitemares to hide<br />take <br />command <br />of my psyche <br />with ure passion<br />til <br />i<br />forget<br />who<br />i<br />am<br />embed ure every whim<br />into my every crevice<br />tunnel thru my deepest <br />emotion<br />saturate<br />my <br />flesh<br /><br />please<br /><br />i don't<br />want <br />to smell<br />like<br /> <br />me<br /><br />any<br /><br />more<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8181615735377202745?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-82106207294897561012008-03-03T14:22:00.001-05:002008-03-03T14:26:23.546-05:00oh<br />to be<br />an<br />inchworm<br />measuring<br />ure inner <br />soul<br />plotting out<br />the <br />place to go<br />where<br />logic<br />never finds<br />us<br />where<br />fever lies<br />where<br />happy sighs<br />are <br />lullabies<br />to grant us<br />time<br />to creep<br />inside<br />of each other’s<br />mind<br />& <br />climb<br />into bed<br />(again)<br />oh<br />to be<br />an<br />inchworm<br />delving deep<br />into <br />the folds<br />to the<br />place<br />that makes <br />men<br />bold<br />&<br />scold<br />their childish<br />heart<br />for fearing<br />the<br />dark<br />corners<br />left<br />un-illuminated<br />by<br />other<br />bugs<br />oh<br />to be<br />an<br />inchworm<br />&<br />inch<br />my way <br />back to<br />u<br />to<br />tossle my<br />hair<br />&<br />meet ure<br />stare<br />&<br />dare <br />to<br />care<br />fondly<br />deeply<br />sweetly<br />if only<br />(steadily)<br />inch<br /> by<br /> inch<br /><br /> by<br /> <br /> inch<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8210620729489756101?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-66698021570359809562008-02-27T13:31:00.002-05:002008-02-27T13:40:11.825-05:00this space <br />round my waist<br />has a vacancy <br />now <br />the time <br />is mine<br />alone<br />to roam the landscapes <br />of my mind<br />w/out<br />a safety line<br />to <br />stand<br />in the rain <br />baptized<br />tears streaming<br />body leaning<br />into the invisible arms of <br />destiny<br />warming me<br />warning me <br />against<br />over analytical inventions<br />post hypnotic suggestions<br />i will not harken to<br />i will not weaken to<br />i will not succumb to <br />becoming numb<br />I THRIVE <br />on being<br />alive<br />FEELING <br />thru these <br />memories<br />they are <br />a part of me now<br />Zen to me now<br />i wish <br />i could <br />show u how<br />not to<br />tuck them away<br />into ure secret place<br />where the echoes go<br />don't<br />hide them away<br />where the bruises go<br />deep inside<br />where the darkness contorts<br />the 'now'<br />with<br />the 'long ago' <br />i know<br />i made u go there<br />i know<br />i made u show where<br />u still <br />bleed<br />eternally<br />i broke ure laws<br />against digging deep<br />i made u raw<br />& made u steep<br />in<br />endless talks<br />&<br />passionate chances<br />&<br />blissful nites<br />& <br />fevered glances<br />& <br />wishes<br />that u never touched me <br />at all<br />i fall<br />our electricity spent<br />intentions well meant<br />wondering where <br />all the time went<br />i lie<br />dazed<br />by the collision<br />& <br />somehow<br />have risen<br />scarcely <br />strong enuff<br />to kiss<br />u<br />goodbye<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6669802157035980956?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-8060246009328559302008-02-19T10:56:00.001-05:002008-02-19T10:58:04.198-05:00a<br />stretched<br />canvas<br />i lie before u<br />free this<br />tortured soul that hides<br />within me<br />ochre<br />umber<br />verdigris<br />stroke the meaning<br />of my silence<br />across this<br />empty space<br />i scream<br />i bleed<br />i teem with<br />sickness<br />this<br />stinking richness<br />destroys me<br />a sullen salve<br />of<br />forget-me-nots<br />poisons me<br />& <br />sends to rot<br />my most beautiful<br />memories<br /> grind<br /> ure<br /> palette<br /> anew<br />glistening minerals<br />laid out for u<br />pulverize <br />this<br />melancholy<br />that<br />swallows me<br />in <br />hopeless blackness<br />suffering<br />in <br />velvet darkness<br />when u go<br />away<br /><br />COME<br /><br />dress <br />this<br />gorgeous<br />sadness<br />open this gift<br />tear<br />at my seams<br />free me<br />as an oyster<br />releases its <br />pearl<br />see me<br />deep inside<br />a scared little <br />girl<br />afraid<br />it’s<br />written<br />all over<br />her face<br />a<br />love<br />letter<br />written in sighs<br />for ure eyes<br />only<br />i<br />shimmer<br />in sparkling<br />disaster<br />a muse<br />awaiting the hand<br />of a loving<br />master<br />to<br />sculpt<br />her<br />joyful<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-806024600932855930?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-31172549392563041132008-02-13T12:59:00.001-05:002008-02-13T13:15:42.965-05:00ure mind is racing<br />faster <br />than the speed <br />of <br />feel<br />surrounded<br />by thoughts <br />theories of others <br />who squeeze life<br />DEAD<br />in their <br />analytical grasps<br />I<br />AM<br />GASPING<br />for <br />love<br />fainting<br />screaming<br />wanting <br />reeling<br />for<br />u<br />CAN U HEAR ME?<br />my eyes<br />send smoke signals<br />my heart<br />pumps morse code<br />my fingers<br />swirl a symphony<br />along ure spine<br />forget what ure past<br />says<br />the ink on the page <br />will fade<br />someday<br />u <br />waste <br />the here <br />& now<br />HOLD ME TIGHTER<br />pour me wine<br />don’t analyze<br />the degrees of my flesh<br />don’t scrutinize <br />the rise of my thighs<br />& why <br />i flush<br />& why<br />i die<br />& why<br />ure sighs <br />make me high<br />just<br />be<br />just <br />see<br />just<br />hear<br />just<br />FEEL<br />& seal the deal <br />w/ another kiss<br />until our lips <br />can not sense<br />time <br />closing in on us<br />how can u <br />misconstrue<br />my motives for u<br />as i sit here <br />straddling u<br />i can <br />justify<br />clarify<br />simplify<br />tantalize ure heart<br />w/ a dozen cards & poems<br />just<br />like<br />this one<br />BUT I CAN NOT FIGHT URE MIND<br />please<br />disconnect those wires<br />satisfy the desires<br />that lie between us<br /><br />pull back the covers<br /><br />heart <br />& <br />head<br />can never <br />be<br />lovers<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3117254939256304113?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-65200366300439298092008-02-08T12:28:00.000-05:002008-02-08T12:32:47.989-05:00where<br />did<br />u<br />come<br />from<br />i thought myself<br />numb<br />to this <br />possibility<br />are<br />u<br />loving<br />me<br />the way<br />i should <br />be<br />how can this be<br />feasible<br />be reasonable<br />i<br />don't<br />deserve<br />this<br />passion<br />ration ure portions<br />& serve them accordingly<br />to those<br />more<br />worthy<br />than me<br />please<br />don't do this to me<br />my belly aches<br />& trembles<br />ill<br />with the thrill<br />of ure <br />confections<br />the gooey glee<br />& gummy gibe<br />of ure supple sighs<br />as i ride the tides of my sensations<br />elations<br />indescribable<br />adulations<br />undeniable<br />undulations<br />uncontrollable<br />gripping into the seat of this<br />roller coaster<br />i bolster my face against ure chest<br />to rest <br />from asphyxiation<br />amazing<br />rock<br />paper<br />scissors<br />heart<br />on a dish<br />steaming<br />teeming<br />beaming<br />idolatry<br />into my very <br />lap<br />i am queasy <br />in ure<br />gentle <br />radiance<br />how can i eat this<br />how can i indulge in this<br />cuisine that bleeds<br />ure very <br />being<br /><br />mmmm.. <br />i have<br />never felt<br />so<br /><br />satisfied<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6520036630043929809?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-89704854584683870862008-02-04T11:38:00.000-05:002008-02-04T11:41:57.609-05:00damaged<br />this <br />wounded fighter<br />ravaged<br />this<br />lone survivor <br />scarred <br />by the promise <br />of love<br />steadily<br />building her fortress<br />brick<br />by<br />brick<br />sick<br />from the smell <br />of her burning flesh<br />thick as sin<br />this<br />2nd skin <br />she's learning to grow<br />layer<br />by <br />layer<br />chameleon skinned<br />blending in<br />to every background<br />camouflaging herself<br />in a blanket of fear<br />no feel<br />no deal<br />no real emotion <br />can penetrate<br />alienate herself<br />from the rest of his world<br />his directives were clear<br />"pack up those tears<br />& head south"<br />fractured mouth<br />trying to remember <br />his kisses<br />now <br />she hisses<br />@ the thought of his body<br />stop the symphony<br />the imagery<br />of his thundering sighs<br />w/ her blundering thighs <br />awkward<br />beside him<br />he taught her the way<br />he liked to be swayed<br />patiently<br />before searing away her core<br />dutiful soldier<br />too pained to ignore<br />the smoke signals <br />above her<br />his lessons were heeded<br />& she has receded<br />defeated<br />into the darkness<br />to harness the bitterness<br />that will see her thru<br />the nites to come<br />shell shocked<br />eyes locked<br />onto the horizon<br />rising from the rubble<br />bursting the bubble<br />of her infantile dreams<br />overcompensate <br />retaliate<br />against the feelings <br />of loss<br />he was never <br />ures<br />to begin with<br />be content with<br />the bandwidth <br />replaying in ure head<br />he lulled u to sleep<br />before u could steal<br />his heart away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8970485458468387086?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-60886210360337594282008-01-30T11:58:00.000-05:002008-01-30T12:02:51.782-05:00the smell of my <br />morning waffle<br />has brought ure smile<br />wafting<br />around me<br />browned <br />& <br />warm<br />i recall ure form<br />in my strawberries & cream<br />fresh <br />& <br />pink<br />i like to think<br />u remember me <br />too<br />somewhere under that<br />syrupy ooze<br />u used to drizzle<br />onto my lips<br />i sip<br />a recollection of u<br />brewed<br />hot<br />trying not to drink <br />too quickly<br />i am wholly<br />forgiving<br />all those misgivings<br />u had of me<br />finally<br />the intensity<br />has subsided<br />& i am guided<br />into tranquility<br />the ability<br />to ponder u<br />without pain<br />i maintain the same position<br />that fact<br />is stranger than <br />fiction<br />becuz <br />i still can't catch <br />my breath<br />sideswiped by the<br />unripe emotions<br />i culled from u<br />& mulled for u<br />into a glass of me<br />u'll never imbibe<br />i sigh<br />but comply <br />to ure wishes<br />u are <br />the talented mister ripley<br />who has simply <br />erased<br />the taste <br />of my lips<br />too distracted by me<br />to see<br />the bigger picture<br />of love <br />& compromise<br />ure wise<br />to deflect emotions<br />before they arise<br />ure attempt to disguise <br />how<br />memory <br />is <br />strange<br />an apple a day<br />to keep me away<br />hoping <br />ure absence will make my heart<br />grow colder<br />but <br />i will shoulder<br />the reminder<br />of my sweetest september<br />though u choose to forget<br />yes<br />these hands<br />will remember<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6088621036033759428?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-90923935170358990642008-01-28T10:37:00.000-05:002008-01-28T10:38:56.806-05:00forgive me<br />this<br />interruption<br />as i lay<br />naked<br />&<br />wanting<br />in this <br />daunting<br />attempt to<br />entice u<br />my company<br />is costly<br />& my motives<br />are mostly<br />fiendish <br />by design<br />u were right<br />to decline<br />such a<br />wasteful<br />treat<br />dipped<br />in deceit<br />& the obvious<br />mistreatment of ure<br />valuable<br />time<br />i just wanted<br />to be<br />beautiful<br />in the most<br />superficial way<br />i just wanted <br />to be<br />desired<br />in the most<br />sinister way<br />i just wanted<br />to be<br />the one<br />to see<br />ure eyes<br />wide<br />yearning<br />for me<br />& no one <br />else<br />i<br />was<br />impulsive<br />belligerent<br />destructive<br />deliberately<br />trying to<br />lure u away<br />from ureself<br />for a <br />moment<br />to be<br />empty<br />&<br />silent<br />&<br />tranquil<br />&<br />free<br />oh<br />such<br />painful<br />dissuasion<br />please<br />forgive me<br />this<br />invasion<br />as i lay<br />naked<br />&<br />wanting <br />& <br />rejected<br />&<br />ashamed<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-9092393517035899064?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-66424035556433592562008-01-24T14:51:00.000-05:002008-01-24T15:04:45.637-05:00my sweetest pout<br />can never ease<br />the doubt u carry<br />inside u<br />did u <br />really <br />expect my lips <br />to change ure <br />mind<br />blind<br />is how i<br />follow u<br />down<br />onto my knees<br />buried <br />beneath the pleas<br />of ure wounded ego<br />come<br />smother ure blackness <br />deep into my chest<br />rest assured<br />i can swallow ure burdens<br />take me there<br />wounded son<br />to the place that bleeds<br />i want to mend<br />to heal<br />to steal away <br />the pain that keeps u<br />hidden<br />let me under ure covers<br />& whisper to me<br />w/ scarcely a hair<br />between us<br />focus on<br />my eyes<br />my voice<br />my love<br />my choice <br />to give them to u<br />what a fool <br />to think i could cool <br />the fury <br />u burn w/<br />what a fool<br />to think <br />u wanted <br />me to<br />i endure the suffer <br />for a kind word from u<br />but<br />silence<br />is my answer<br />silence<br />is my reward<br />this little whore<br />w/ her mended ways<br />knows no sunshine in ure days<br />i can't refute<br />i won't dispute<br />the iniquities i carry<br />within me<br />i know them all too well<br />i long for ure tenderness<br />i plead for ure gentleness<br />i can not taste <br />my joys<br />w/ out <br />u<br />soon<br />the gloom will fade<br />& u'll be made<br />whole again<br />w/ the passing days<br />but<br />how long must i stay<br />disdained<br />from the <br />eyes<br />that used to hold me<br />so<br />enamoured<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6642403555643359256?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-29919106955257106352008-01-15T09:37:00.001-05:002008-01-15T09:39:27.494-05:00i trace<br />ure face<br />to ease the space<br />between us<br />when u go<br />how<br />to stop the dawn<br />from breaking<br />this charm <br />we’re making<br />with every<br />muffled<br />sigh<br />we were<br />written <br />in the sky<br />our story<br />a tapestry<br />a history<br />legendary<br />defined<br />by the luminous<br />stars<br />enveloped in darkness<br />we cherish <br />these moments <br />in bed<br />tread <br />softly<br />beloved<br />across the wintry floor<br />a brisk return<br />will bring us more<br />of our <br />predawn<br />concerto<br />a<br />rhapsody<br />for two<br />welding our spirits<br />fusing our bones<br />with melodious tones<br />that quake<br />within me<br />long <br />after u’ve gone<br />ure<br />tender<br />vacancy<br />leaves me reeling<br />this chasm<br />leaves me feeling<br />too<br />much<br />such<br />unmanageable<br />days<br />to come<br />such<br />unbearable<br />rays<br />of sun<br />to scorch<br />this peace<br />with envious beams<br />just<br />WAIT<br />gather me closer<br />stroke my hair<br />collapse around me<br />strip me bare <br />extract my essence<br />i perfume <br />at ure will<br />i will blossom <br />with moonlite<br />&<br />hold<br />time<br /><br />still<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2991910695525710635?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-8283665536522795272008-01-07T13:59:00.000-05:002008-01-07T14:08:10.781-05:00i<br />am<br />a pool<br />majestic blue<br />waiting<br />to brand u<br />let me sink <br />beneath the ink<br />that decorates <br />ure flesh<br />please<br />bury me<br />deeply<br />my patience is waning<br />like our time remaining<br />oh<br />push<br />me<br />in<br />further<br />submerged<br />beneath ure skin<br />i spread within<br />fast & furious<br />enthralled<br />delirious<br />enchanted<br />by ure wicked ways<br />i am<br />amazed<br />at this urgency<br />to be free of this<br />body<br />send me<br />plunging<br />swirling<br />coiling<br />twirling<br />w/ pitch<br />black<br />want<br />of u<br />coursing thru ure veins<br />i trickle down<br />into ure thoughts<br />wrought<br />w/ white hot<br />desire<br />a funeral pyre<br />set ablaze by ure<br />smoldering glance<br />i<br />dissolve<br />at ure feet<br />a primary puddle<br />colored<br />w/ subtle hues<br />that<br />ooze<br />that<br />sink<br />that<br />bleed<br />that<br />creep<br />that<br />flourish<br />to garnish<br />ure coat of arms<br />that sits so well<br />atop the man<br />that makes me swell<br />larger <br />than<br />life<br />beyond myself<br />a generous wealth<br />of bejewelled<br />masculinity<br />let me swim<br />ure interior<br />lost<br />to relish ure core<br />w/ no hope <br />of rescue<br />w/ no signs<br />of shore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-828366553652279527?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-18872258840855442712007-12-27T12:34:00.001-05:002007-12-27T12:34:33.311-05:00frozen<br />in this quiet <br />stillness<br />captivated<br />by ure <br />state of grace<br />please<br />keep humming<br />to me<br />the history of how<br />this came to be<br />this<br />unexpected<br />immobility<br />that <br />entangles me<br />when ure near<br />me<br />oh<br />i can’t move<br />ure heart beating<br />against my cheek<br />ure sweet breath<br />tenderly weaving<br />thru my hair<br />it makes me <br />weak<br />to feel u there<br />beneath my face<br />so<br />still<br />is it possible<br />that i am flying<br />airborne<br />vibrating so fast<br />that the air around me<br />is tripping <br />exploding<br />stripping<br />these moments between us <br />into specks of dust<br />that land softly<br />about ure face<br />to linger<br />there<br />closer<br />as i long <br />to be <br />closer<br />immersed<br />absorbed<br />inhaled<br />adored<br />by ure bassoon like<br />voice<br />droning into my ears<br />until they bleed <br />with honeyed melody<br />i want<br />to sing<br />along<br />“our song”<br />to be heard<br />only by us<br />lines written by moonlite<br />pulsating with the tranquil<br />thoughts <br />of what <br />will be<br />come<br />sing <br />for me<br />my lashes will keep time<br />my fevered cheeks will shine<br />while ure faithful pulse<br />engulfs our <br />melodious<br />rhyme<br /><br />with<br /><br />such<br /><br />delicious<br /><br />music<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1887225884085544271?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-86988650489761678472007-12-19T15:18:00.000-05:002007-12-19T15:22:07.308-05:00i went to lick my wounds<br />& i noticed<br />they were gone<br />funny<br />i never thought i'd see the day<br />i'd be so<br />unaffected <br />by the thought of u<br />what would normally send me to bite my lip<br />doesn't send me<br />at all<br />these scabs are soft<br />paper thin<br />thin enuff to see thru<br />i know if i tear it away<br />there u'll be<br />all over again<br />with ure charms<br />all over again<br />those pearly whites<br />all over again<br />my fear would rise<br />all over again<br />so<br />i stare at this<br />new growth<br />nothing like the spine i wanted for xmas<br />but<br />i think i like it<br />almost like<br />a happy addition to the family<br />almost like<br />a welcomed friend to my home<br />almost like <br />the pain u caused never was<br />almost like <br />there were no other girls <br />almost like<br />ure kisses were real<br />almost like<br />i've let go of the lies<br />almost like<br />my sex wasn't wasted<br />almost like<br />i forgave ure abandonment<br />almost like<br />almost like<br />almost like<br />i'm bleeding<br />all <br />over<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8698865048976167847?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-38251747326539666402007-12-12T09:31:00.000-05:002007-12-12T09:39:22.788-05:00leave the money<br />on the table<br />u know<br />the way<br />out<br />i promise not to pout<br />when u finally<br />go<br />i know<br />u'll be back for more<br />with every passing day<br />with every small exchange<br />i root deeper<br />into u<br />embedded<br />into u<br />like some fabled thorn<br />to be sucked out of ure paw<br />with my generous mouth<br />that still tastes the salt<br />of ure body<br />funny<br />what<br />lingers behind<br />after the sweat<br />after the limbs are no longer entwined<br />with each other<br />maybe<br />some other<br />time<br />right now<br />u must leave<br />right now<br />i concede<br />not to follow u<br />home<br />ure passing fancies<br />are unpredictable<br />who knows if u'll ever call<br />who knows if u'll ever fall<br />into my embrace<br />again<br />"a friend"<br />no<br />i can't call u that<br />it sends<br />a mournful knot<br />into my stomach<br />at the thought of such<br />lies<br />we<br />improvised<br />each moment<br />prolific<br />with miscommunications<br />misinterpretations<br />of each other's<br />desires<br />inspired by loneliness<br />driven by need<br />we greedily feed<br />on each other's<br />hunger<br />no wonder<br />ure nauseous<br />no wonder<br />ure cautious<br />as fickle<br />as they come<br />as doubtful<br />as my tounge<br />which splits <br />in two<br />which speaks<br />to u<br />even after<br />my taste<br />has left<br />u<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-3825174732653966640?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-43029470807954417442007-12-03T10:18:00.000-05:002007-12-03T10:25:15.655-05:00why the long <br />face<br />he never loved<br />u<br />trace back the mistakes<br />that keep u awake<br />all nite<br />& all signs point<br />to<br />u<br />ure wishing<br />& hiding<br />can not undo<br />the chiding<br />& suffering<br />u put ureself<br />thru<br />there is no going back<br />to<br />empty<br />what is this<br />foolish desire<br />to be wanted<br />what is this<br />innate fire<br />to be hunted<br />by wounded creatures<br />who<br />seek<br />ure<br />comfort<br />only to bite the hand<br />that feeds them<br />well<br />who are u<br />to judge<br />ure holding a grudge<br />for the very experience<br />u<br />created<br />be<br />sated<br />with being alone<br />elated<br />for having gone<br />the extra<br />mile<br />no one else would have gone<br />always the fool<br />stepping off the brink<br />happy to drink<br />whatever morsel<br />is offered<br />they use u<br />u know<br />they force u to go<br />out on a limb<br />then chop it down<br />for kindling<br />simple<br />child<br />follow the trail<br />of breadcrumbs<br />back to the nest<br />rest assured<br />even the crows<br />don't want u<br />now<br />u<br />are<br />free<br />to self destruct<br />free<br />to interrupt ure<br />piteous pleas<br />for his forgiveness<br />he's <br />not<br />listening<br />anymore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4302947080795441744?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-46120785816643396232007-11-30T13:03:00.000-05:002007-11-30T13:05:40.724-05:00this little girl<br />back on her knees again<br />begging <br />for her demon's forgiveness<br />he made her believe<br />she was better<br />than them<br />then wiped his boots<br />& walked away<br />it would be blind vengeance<br />to blame him<br />for the fanciful dreams<br />of a whore<br />in a virgin gown<br />going<br />thru<br />the <br />motions<br />playing the part<br />she never asked for<br />wishing<br />she wasn't <br />so <br />good <br />at it<br />so wide open<br />she swallowed him<br />whole<br />& in her sorrow<br />she be wed<br />to herself again<br />be careful <br />what u wish for<br />be careful<br />who u'd die for<br />catch ure heart<br />before <br />it tumbles <br />out <br />of <br />ure <br />mouth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4612078581664339623?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-80987444744195067742007-11-20T10:18:00.001-05:002007-11-20T10:47:32.388-05:00why did u<br />let me<br />why did u<br />tempt me<br />with <br />levity<br />& ure<br />easy going way<br />ure better at this game<br />than me<br />& <br />i wish<br />i never<br />played<br />i was swayed<br />to caress<br />ure ache<br />i was oblivious<br />that such<br />a mistake<br />would haunt me<br />still<br />tattered<br />hollowed<br />emptied<br />swallowed up<br />by this twister<br />i was<br />riding<br />& u knew it<br />all along<br />dirty<br />little<br />secret<br />u asked the questions<br />i answered w/ my body<br />u sought me out<br />of my cavern<br />of solitude<br />to<br />bleed<br />for<br />u<br />i wish <br />i never<br />met u<br />goddess knows<br />i never meant to<br />follow u into the desert<br />but ure eyes<br />were so sullen<br />ure laughter<br />so sudden<br />like the disaster<br />that followed<br />my<br />lonestar<br />back at camp<br />sending smoke signals<br />of agony<br />relating his tragedy<br />to some other<br />damsel<br />in <br />distress<br />i was dressed <br />to be bitten by u<br />it was easy<br />to be smitten by u<br />regardless or ure<br />warnings<br />the morning sun<br />sears my flesh<br />poisoned<br />by some <br />rattlesnake<br />i found<br />in my bed<br />though<br />he never liked<br />my shade <br />of red<br />his<br />hisses<br />still<br />linger<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8098744474419506774?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-14759177384133667292007-11-13T11:36:00.000-05:002007-11-13T11:42:57.488-05:00i hate me<br />cuz i'm beautiful<br />& all the boys<br />come into my lite<br />to die<br />irresistable<br />immeasurable<br />unstoppable<br />this lure i have for<br />kind words<br />& well wishes<br />warm thoughts<br />& calm whispers<br />about other girls<br />u'd rather be with<br />but<br />waste ure dreams on me<br />oh well<br />whatever it takes to be a part<br />a piece<br />a shadow<br />a stain<br />'ure spirit is too brite to hold onto'<br />now i understand<br />u just didn't want it<br />shining on u<br />'just work it out'<br />that's right<br />i'll work it out<br />in my own way<br />hiding in the trees<br />blowing kisses<br />outside ure window<br />i'll figure it out<br />in my own time<br />under the velvet sky<br />blowing bubbles<br />outside ure door<br />cuz the nite sees all my indiscretions<br />luna<br />always cradling me<br />crying for me<br />helpless<br />&<br />blue<br />she watches her <br />pixie child<br />slough off her skin<br />& expose her wings<br />to the flames<br />of his sun<br />i will scorch in the cinders <br />of ure days<br />&<br />by nite<br />she will revive me<br />rejuvenating my emptiness<br />dressing me<br />in her glowing lite<br />& i will wander <br />blindly thru<br />with softest hands<br />kindest words<br />biggest eyes<br />longest lashes<br />to touch ure heart<br />gently<br />before <br />u turn<br />away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1475917738413366729?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-14925839836622463982007-10-26T12:44:00.000-04:002007-10-26T12:51:36.933-04:00the darkest <br />corners <br />of ure mind<br />i want to exist there<br />like a dirty secret<br />u can't bring ureself<br />to think about<br />@ the inhale <br />of ure deepest sigh<br />i want to come in<br />like a strong breeze<br />tears the petals from<br />dandelions<br />it gives me no greater <br />pain<br />than to think of u<br />except<br />to look at u<br />knowing <br />what I see behind ure eyes<br />is vacant<br />ure words<br />like wreckage<br />implode<br />cough up dust & mire<br />& iniquities<br />that u could never bear<br />this double<br />this doppelganger<br />which stand before me<br />is souless<br />wordless<br />blameless<br />for ure cowardice<br />i want to wrap my tounge around ure heart <br />& make it listen to me<br />hold u captive in a ray of lite <br />& make u speak truth to me<br />that sliver of emotion<br />that remains between us<br />is what i will send<br />for u<br />& it will crouch<br />alongside the walls<br />seep into ure saliva<br />whisper in ure sleep<br />until<br />u awake<br />& behold<br />ure own image<br />in the mirror<br />void eyes<br />filled<br />muddy tears<br />flowing<br />whole soul<br />soaring<br />high above the shell of ure body<br />ages beyond the present<br />to a place<br />where i sit<br />& await<br />ure return<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1492583983662246398?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-17942782848658508372007-10-12T13:36:00.000-04:002007-10-12T13:39:46.630-04:00how can i do<br />this<br />how can i be<br />this<br />deliberately mindless<br />spiritually spineless<br />empty<br />with u<br />the good times are killing me<br />this<br />casual dexterity<br />ure ample ability<br />to amputate<br />heart <br />from <br />hand<br />i don’t understand<br />how<br />to<br />do it<br />ure mastery <br />eludes me<br />the mystery<br />intrigues me<br />i know i want more<br />i know i see more<br />trouble down the road<br />if i continue this<br />vacant<br />rambling<br />scrambling out the door<br />before the truth precedes me<br />i need<br />to feel<br />real<br />& not<br />like a score<br />share my wit<br />share my time<br />share my dreams<br />my sublime necessity<br />to be adored<br />floored<br />by emotion<br />how do i sever<br />this thrill <br />that binds us<br />this lust<br />that blinds us<br />to the sunshine calling outside<br />i ride the passions<br />& take the rations<br />left by the door<br />only to ignore<br />my kinder self<br />I<br />WANT<br />ME<br />BACK<br />i can’t redact<br />my desire for u<br />i won’t deny<br />my wanting u<br />my mouth was true while kissing u<br />but<br />this ache <br />affords me<br />no happy mercy<br />for not being who i truly am<br />tender<br />generous<br />siren<br />temptress<br />& so much more<br />than u will ever <br />understand<br />our collision <br />was marvelous<br />but the time has come<br />to drink in the sun<br />adjust my seat<br />& trail the miles<br /><br />between<br /><br />u<br /><br />&<br /><br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1794278284865850837?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-17626429192947238302007-09-27T15:13:00.000-04:002007-09-27T15:22:30.101-04:00tita<br />where are ure hands now<br />i can not find my own<br />i have tried<br />not to cry<br />but i can't crochet like u<br />knit one<br />purl two<br />the cold still rushes thru<br />the blanket is twelve years long<br />& strong enuff<br />to weather his wrongs<br />i need ure strength<br />i am<br />weeping into the batter<br />catering my sorrow<br />to a party of <br />one<br />the sun<br />seems so distant<br />a pigment in the sky<br />w/ no warmth to console me<br />there's no controlling<br />this<br />charcoal soot<br />swelling w/ in me<br />black rings<br />float <br />out of my mouth<br />@ the mention of his name<br />ashamed of me<br />how could he be<br />cruel to be kind<br />his mind scalds me<br />w/ his hatred<br />wretched claims<br />of deep emotions<br />aimed <br />to maim me<br />save me<br />a ball of yarn to spin a web<br />that will catch my grief<br />before it falls<br />@ his feet<br />i am steeped <br />in <br />the salt of my tears<br />seasoned in jeers<br />stewed in searing oil<br />& foiled attempts <br />to annoint myself <br />w/ honey & mirth<br />i serve<br />a succulent sadness<br />even i can't endure<br />i implore u <br />to guide my fingers<br />they linger <br />in my pockets<br />counting themselves over again<br />one<br />thru<br />ten<br />my needlework<br />hasn't worked<br />to cure me of this chill<br />his ill will has brought me<br />i need ure recipe<br />for weepy sentimentality<br />i will follow to the letter<br />in the hopes to unfetter <br />this woe<br />i will sew<br />& i will stitch<br />until my fingers bleed him<br />into my intricately <br />embroidered <br />facade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1762642919294723830?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-64619997815160235502007-09-18T15:04:00.000-04:002007-09-18T15:07:19.960-04:00what else can I do<br />but stare at u<br />til my eyes ache<br />& my heart weeps<br />for everything u <br />just <br />won't <br />say<br />spread eagle<br />in the brush<br />whispering<br />to<br />the stars<br />never <br />have I met<br />a creature<br />so unattainable<br />to himself<br />solitude is where u hide<br />peeking out<br />from behind the blinds<br />coaxing u out<br />w/ honeyed lips<br />& sweet fingers<br />luring u in<br />w/ candied songs<br />& sugared dreams<br />i stand naked before u<br />does my lite<br />distress u<br />impress u<br />molest u<br />i attest to<br />wanting to<br />make it all better for u<br />but u just<br />won't let me in<br />u shield ureself <br />from my sun<br />but<br />how long will u <br />remain<br />detained<br />refrained from sharing<br />who u really are<br />a star is no place<br />for whispers to go<br />they already know<br />ure darkness has grown<br />blossomed into<br />a garden of grief<br />watered w/ fear<br />near misses<br />empty kisses<br />groping around<br />the shadows <br />for comfort<br />stumbling over ureslf<br />scraping ure knees<br />ignoring the pleas <br />of the voice inside<br />who <br />just <br />wants <br />to speak <br />before the vines<br />choke them<br />silent<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6461999781516023550?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-14984192801755722072007-09-06T09:20:00.000-04:002007-09-06T09:23:40.071-04:00u don't <br />really <br />have to love me<br />to put kisses on my eyes<br />i wouldn't hold u <br />any less<br />dear<br />ure candied lips<br />will still taste<br />as sweet to me<br />in my dreams<br />humor this childish heart<br />that bleeds for u<br />soaking the sheets <br />with hushed tones<br />that quiver thru the fibers<br />of my lily covered <br />spread<br />timeless nites<br />i have lied<br />smothered<br />filling this space<br />wearing this place<br />w/ whimpers<br />complaints<br />soft cries<br />& lullabyes<br />that are never meant to reach u<br />it's hopeless<br />really<br />this infatuation <br />& the correlations<br />i try to make <br />from heart to pen<br />i am<br />incapacitated<br />emaciated<br />deteriorated<br />by the awareness<br />u will <br />never<br />feel <br />the same<br />again<br />but<br />to know u<br />is to love u<br />is to have u<br />is to hold u<br />is to lust<br />is to wait<br />is to haunt<br />is to taunt<br />my heart w/<br />my own ill thoughts of all the different ways i<br />desire u<br />admire u<br />aspire to<br />shape shift<br />force shit<br />out of ure mouth<br />which may<br />or may not<br />be truth<br />oh<br />sweetest lies<br />i sympathize w/ others<br />like me<br />altering sanity<br />denying reality<br />seeking<br />just <br />one<br />word<br />to get thru the nite<br />b4 morning comes<br />to blister all hopes<br />of being more<br />than just<br />a<br />foolish<br />daydreamer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1498419280175572207?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-87007808578762068682007-08-23T14:01:00.000-04:002007-08-23T14:03:38.536-04:00is this <br />reaching u<br />is this the only <br />avenue<br />i can go thru<br />to touch u<br />how horrible<br />this betrayal<br />to be given up <br />so easily<br />it freezes me <br />in places u once warmed <br />gentle flame<br />how could this be the way it ends<br />using scapegoats<br />in raincoats & muddy boots<br />to defile all feeling for me<br />well<br />hating u is just too easy<br />instead<br />i snuff out the candles<br />just like u taught me<br />purple<br />& <br />green<br />fused <br />lumps of wax<br />perhaps<br />they understand <br />what I can not see<br />empty handed<br />i entered this<br />heavy hearted<br />i centered this<br />insecurity on me<br />what<br />abhorrent insincerity<br />STOP<br />URE<br />EDITING<br />u demand my honesty<br />but refuse<br />to supply ure own<br />& it's just <br />NOT FAIR<br />i’m expected to settle<br />for thin air<br />well<br />been there<br />done that<br />but expected more from u<br />i release u<br />from all that u symbolized<br />i concede to<br />place coins <br />over my eyes<br />& bury alive this <br />heartache<br />please<br />forgive my<br />disorderly conduct<br />did i obstruct <br />ure view<br />w/ my adoration<br />pity<br />ure saccharine smile<br />& <br />artificial salutations <br />offer little consolation <br />from the humiliation<br />of loving<br />a dead<br />phone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8700780857876206868?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-50901902132383225322007-08-14T10:19:00.000-04:002007-08-14T10:21:56.952-04:00watch me change<br />b4 ure very eyes<br />into this <br />creature<br />so despised<br />nothing up my sleeves<br />nothing in my palms<br />mumbling incantations<br />invoking songs<br />that will steal ure breath<br />til u see no wrong<br />in my innocent ways<br />i never warned u <br />about my eyes<br />i never told u<br />u would cry<br />@ the sight of me<br />cuz<br />i wanted to keep u<br />i wanted to teach u<br />how<br />to weep again<br />be weak again<br />& seek out the solitude that will hang u<br />i threw u over the brink<br />then poured a drink of ure blood<br />& drank<br />licking my lips<br />i must insist u are<br />devine<br />sublime<br />to believe in such a farce<br />as me<br />i should have turned u<br />from the poison<br />in my smile<br />but why deny myself the pleasure<br />of this game<br />what a shame<br />u never saw <br />ure part in it<br />u should have smelled me coming<br />& started running<br />into the abyss<br />that soothes u <br />so well<br />go dwell<br />in ure torment<br />it's been dormant <br />since u met me<br />it misses u<br />& wishes u would caress it<br />the way u stroked <br />my shoulders<br />my spoiled fruit<br />could never suit<br />ure ways<br />my radiant lite<br />could never bite<br />into u<br />that super glued armor <br />was too thick<br />for me<br />go<br />escape while u can<br />scrape if u can<br />my touch off of ure skin<br />i am evil <br />i am sin <br />& u'll never win<br />a moment's peace<br />beside me<br />heed me<br />before I blow it<br />& show u how <br />possible <br />loving me <br />can really <br />be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-5090190213238322532?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-28356638886958804592007-08-08T16:40:00.000-04:002007-08-08T16:42:29.946-04:00PUT<br />OUT<br />URE<br />LITE<br />stop trying to guide me<br />this journey<br />i have chosen<br />is mine<br />alone<br />u tempt me <br />w/ security<br />longevity<br />immunity<br />from having to be <br />me<br />but my love<br />is not <br />a savings bond<br />don’t lock me up<br />safe & tite<br />away from myself<br />& the nite<br />& all the possiblities<br />that await me<br />ure hypnotic suggestions <br />feed my obsessions<br />into believing this was the greatest time<br />i <br />never<br />had<br />becuz<br />the moonlite beckons me<br />the starlite harkens me<br />back to that<br />place where i abandoned myself<br />for u<br />NOW <br />I <br />CHOOSE <br />to drown myself <br />in deeper eyes<br />to seek the unknowable<br />beyond the skies<br />this thirst<br />this hunger<br />will not subside<br />with the quiet stains <br />u leave on ure pillow<br />at nite<br />I WANT TO TASTE THE WORLD<br />& listen to it sigh<br />to be held<br />adored<br />caressed <br />undressed<br />w/ no further warranty<br />no fraudulent guarantee<br />come the morning<br />that anything<br />will last forever<br />a<br />kiss<br />is<br />still<br />a<br />kiss<br />shared at midnite<br />revered by dawn<br />w/ no promises<br />no longings<br />no compromises<br />to share a lifetime<br />trapped<br />in<br />someone else's shadow<br />i’m not looking for<br />”forevers”<br />& his picture in my<br />locket<br />i <br />promise <br />nothing<br />& <br />look forward to the<br />”moments”<br />& polaroids in my<br />back pocket<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-2835663888695880459?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-41482712431464020362007-08-06T12:08:00.000-04:002007-08-06T12:21:16.982-04:00wrapped<br />gently<br />in the velvet cape<br />of midnite<br />swooning<br />marvelously<br />@ the coo of ure voice<br />i had no choice but to fall<br />helpless<br />guileless<br />to stop ure tender words from<br />floating<br />amidst the ocean<br />of kisses<br />sweetest embrace<br />ravenous chase<br />to delve deeper into my eyes<br />let my guise<br />speak for itself<br />frozen<br />between<br />the dashboard<br />& ure tears<br />intense<br />immense<br />&amp; wide<br />these lies<br />we tell ourselves<br />that all<br />will<br />be<br />fine<br />come<br />the<br />morning<br />oh<br />let me kiss ure temple<br />as i lean into ure lite<br />i can not fight<br />this<br />longing<br />to melt into<br />the best of myself<br />to show u the safety<br />u will find<br />in my arms<br />i am<br />lit<br />a match<br />embers<br />burning<br />sparked by<br />the timber of ure voice<br />awakened by<br />the need to hoist myself up<br />rearranging my hair<br />as I dare<br />to step back<br />into<br />the routine of<br />me<br />some enchanted evenings<br />extinguish come the dawn<br />but<br />my lips still vibrate<br />from ure delicate hums<br />such music<br />such melody<br />such richness<br />such energy<br />who could have<br />imagined<br />u would have<br />such<br />smart<br />hands<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4148271243146402036?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-325953902051500602007-08-01T13:43:00.000-04:002007-08-01T13:47:15.256-04:00i can not<br />speak<br />w/ ure eyes burning<br />that way<br />incinerating<br />all hope<br />& possibilty<br />between<br />u &amp; me<br />i stand<br />brooding<br />in my unshakable cloud<br />of patchouli & guilt<br />wilting<br />my petals beneath<br />ure scorching brow<br />i<br />bow<br />to ure kindess<br />i<br />bend<br />to ure softness<br />swayed by the way<br />u say my<br />name<br />why don’t u speak<br />more goodness to me<br />sweetest friend<br />w/ the compassionate<br />soul<br />searching it deeply<br />for the meaning<br />of this<br />intrusion of ure space<br />my face<br />was made<br />to lay<br />beside ure own<br />look<br />at these lips<br />parted<br />thwarted<br />smarted<br />from uttering amiable lies<br />like butterflies<br />rising from their hidden places<br />fanciful traces<br />of what i don’twant u to know<br />honesty is thebest policy for<br />turning myself<br />inside out<br />heart strings<br />exposed for the binding<br />but<br />ure glare is blinding<br />me<br />from feeling u<br />w/ eyes lowered<br />i will abstain from furthering<br />this senseless pain<br />i have caused u<br />blame it on this drink<br />our<br />bubbly concoction<br />of time &amp; desire<br />which has kept me<br />drunk<br />spilling kisses<br />all over<br />myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-32595390205150060?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-40495604368263811102007-07-30T15:18:00.000-04:002007-07-30T15:21:34.486-04:00it simply won’t die<br />this feeling inside<br />for u<br />i pray for the strength<br />to let u go<br />but u’ve still got a hold<br />on my innermost “something”<br />that I can’t shut down<br />i lie<br />& say ure in the past<br />i lie<br />&amp; say i’m happy @ last<br />but i’m haunted<br />i am possessed<br />i am distraught<br />i confess<br />my sins to the world<br />the pains of a girl<br />who loves her sorrow<br />who can’t move on<br />who fears tomorrow<br />she will be a distant memory<br />or have u already forgotten me<br />disabled by frigidity<br />this violent lucidity<br />has overtaken me<br />shaken me<br />torn @ me<br />it eats @ me<br />what else is there to do<br />but remain in the past<br />with u<br />if i dare u to<br />will u join me<br />purloin my memories<br />until i am left with a vacancy<br />a gaping hole big enuff<br />for me to hide<br />& never be heard from again<br />i wish i could touch u<br />i wish u wanted me to<br />but i am dead to u<br />a mistake to u<br />a defect u conquered<br />&amp; managed to escape<br />from<br />if only u could hide<br />then maybe<br />the anguish would subside<br />but ure entity<br />is locked on me<br />it breathes in me<br />honed in on me<br />but it had to be<br />to survive<br />a thing<br />as deep as me<br />my caramel flavored thoughts<br />the darkest chocolate u ever bought<br />&amp; stashed away<br />for another day<br />too strong to handle<br />the bittersweetness of the truth of us<br />wrapped up<br />in the silver lining<br />of my wishing cloud<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4049560436826381110?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-90339617700515464582007-07-27T13:31:00.000-04:002007-07-27T13:35:36.631-04:00listen thru the static<br />in ure head<br />clear those thoughts<br />that lock<br />me out<br />come out<br />from inside ure lead house<br />put ure mind down<br />for a minute<br />&<br />listen<br />hold ure breath<br />&amp;<br />listen<br />the mindless drone<br />the numbing buzz<br />u call it focus<br />i call it fear<br />so<br />driven<br />to look beyond the horizon<br />that u neglect the very sun<br />that creates it for u<br />keep moving<br />maybe it won’t catch u<br />keep busy<br />maybe it won’t spot u<br />that dirty<br />four lettered word<br />that keeps ure torch lit for her<br />do ure eyes<br />still see her smile<br />do ure hands<br />remember her skin<br />it was a sin<br />she was so perfect for u<br />& now solitude has u<br />all to itself<br />do u mourn her<br />or wish her<br />maybe ure heart’s<br />too scared to tell<br />maybe ure mind’s<br />too full to decide<br />it’s never a waste<br />it’s never too late<br />love<br />will<br />find<br />u<br />don’t u see<br />i will sail the seas<br />of “maybe’s”<br />&amp; weather the storms<br />of “should’ves”<br />to find her<br />for u<br />extinguish my lite<br />relinquish my fight<br />to find her<br />for u<br />i will sit on my hands<br />for u<br />spit idle chatter<br />at u<br />warm her seat<br />next to u<br />swallow my desires<br />for u<br />be a substitute<br />for u<br />until she returns<br />for u<br />then i will rise<br />for u<br />& disappear<br /><br />for<br /><br />me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-9033961770051546458?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-61752523009083879522007-07-26T15:19:00.000-04:002007-07-26T15:24:04.734-04:00i<br />can’t<br />catch<br />my<br />breath<br />ure fingertips map my body<br />& trail their heat behind them<br />like comets burn<br />across the sky<br />i cry<br />not to be let go<br />alone<br />in the darkened sky<br />&amp;<br />u hear me<br />&<br />shine on me<br />&amp;<br />allow me to glow<br />the way i know<br />is best for me<br />please<br />enter me<br />gently<br />this ragged vessle<br />curls<br />tenderly<br />under ure command<br />my teacher<br />my tutor<br />my hands<br />can’t bear another touch<br />they<br />kindle<br />w/ ure nimble words<br />& streak soot<br />across ure lips<br />dismiss<br />the daylite &amp;<br />bid the raven tresses<br />of my mother<br />to fill the sky<br />& no longer deny me<br />ure eyes<br />how i die<br />without ure embrace<br />how i crave<br />to taste<br />the happiness u promise<br />but fear<br />makes me quick<br />devising clever tricks to keep u @ bay<br />away<br />from the talk of what the future<br />may have in store<br />i want more<br />than is possible<br />more than is plausible<br />to blame on u<br />if only i never wanted to<br />be w/ u<br />seeing me thru<br />the tears in ure eyes<br />i have no will<br />no strength<br />to lie<br />fresh out of alibies<br />to rescue me from this<br />feeling<br />that i have<br />no control<br />over the rapid boil<br />my blood<br />has risen to<br />hot w/ the knowing<br />that in<br />ure<br />mouth<br />i will burst<br />&amp; cease<br />to be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6175252300908387952?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-67670698366833654352007-07-18T14:56:00.000-04:002007-07-18T15:03:50.452-04:00the tears in my coffee<br />have soured the cream<br />i stir the dream<br />of ure embrace<br />clockwise<br />time<br />dies<br />slowly<br />for me<br />perverting these<br />impossibilities<br />into hopeless longings<br />standing alone<br />i am left to atone<br />for my transgressions<br />trying to swallow<br />my obsessions for u<br />in every gulp of<br />air<br />i<br />dared to<br />tried to<br />hide u<br />away from the pain<br />i remain<br />sworn to<br />the need to<br />hold u againt<br />his rancid sweetness<br />curdles in my mouth<br />along w/ the shape of ure name<br />how to tame<br />the demons w/ in me<br />they say u used me<br />they say u duped me<br />into believing<br />i meant something more<br />& all the while<br />this hazelnut smile<br />&amp; semi sweet mocha chai<br />boils in my mouth<br />like a lie<br />stinging my tongue<br />my ears have rung<br />w/ ure frothy exhalations<br />ure palpitations<br />pressed<br />against<br />my rib bones<br />no chocolate scones<br />to absolve me now<br />the sickly sweet<br />revolts me now<br />& how<br />this starbucks<br />love struck<br />wonder guy<br />puckered up &amp; said goodbye<br />before<br />the water<br />even<br />boiled<br />the puddle on the floor<br />used to have a name<br />he’ll never utter again<br />how did i offend him<br />by trying to blend into<br />his horizon<br />i hold myself<br />up to myself<br />scrutinizing<br />memorizing<br />the lines in my smile<br />he’ll never<br />really<br />see<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6767069836683365435?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-82391345183217685452007-07-16T14:55:00.000-04:002007-07-16T14:56:52.917-04:00undulations<br />uncontrollable<br />gripping into the seat of this<br />roller coaster<br />i bolster my face against ure chest<br />to rest from asphyxiation<br />amazing<br />what..<br />amazing<br />was it u that I channeled into that<br />multi colored wish<br />rock<br />paper<br />scissors<br />heart<br />on a dish<br />steaming<br />teeming<br />beaming<br />idolatry<br />into my very lap<br />i am queasy in ure<br />gentle radiance<br />how can i eat this<br />how can i indulge in this<br />cuisine that bleeds<br />ure very being<br />mmmm..<br />i have<br />never<br />felt<br />so<br />satisfied<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-8239134518321768545?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-11422258643172208212007-07-13T09:27:00.000-04:002007-07-13T09:35:51.636-04:00i aim to please<br />just tell me who to be<br />down on my knees<br />i can mold myself<br />into everything<br />u want<br />speak to me gently<br />& watch me melt<br />right thru u<br />soak<br />ure<br />soul<br />thru<br />with whoever u want<br />to see before u<br />bend me<br />fashion me<br />wear me<br />thinner<br />slimmer<br />quieter<br />tell me how<br />to shroud myself<br />into her<br />likeness<br />ure heart will never listen<br />to the curve of my hips<br />ure pulse will never soar<br />to the curl of my lips<br />even though<br />i twinkle<br />brighter<br />harder<br />hotter<br />farther<br />than any star<br />u've ever know<br />i've overgrown<br />this flower bed<br />&amp; dread<br />the beaten path before me<br />afraid<br />if i blink<br />u'll be gone<br />so<br />i saunter<br />seduce<br />entrap<br />reduce myself<br />perhaps<br />to bear no fruit from ure tree<br />but<br />oh<br />to lie beneath ure shade<br />@ the stroke of midnite<br />when the magick fades<br />where I can<br />slowly<br /><br />slip<br /><br />into<br /><br />myself<br /><br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-1142225864317220821?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-68957558083811558432007-07-11T16:28:00.000-04:002007-07-11T16:29:20.137-04:00can u smell my heartache?<br />does it read like cancer?<br />is my aura dimmed<br />lacking<br />smacking of contempt<br />& regrets &amp; things to remember<br />threading my faults<br />like pearls on a string<br />bring me back toward the lite<br />the happy<br />the carefree<br />when ure mess didn’t bother me<br />when it didn’t swallow me<br />when i didn’t wallow<br />in his misery<br />surrounding me<br />hounding me like<br />a killer on the run<br /> the last song’s been sung<br /> too many times<br />already<br />steady ure knees<br />ure finally free<br />the thing u’ve wanted most of all<br />SAVE ME THE REQUIEM<br />the dramatic ‘last call’<br />we’ve stalled this enuff<br />the going’s been rough<br />& it’s only getting tougher<br />u’ve suffered enuff<br />no more<br />complications<br />expectations<br />variations of the rules<br />raising the bar<br />that’s risen as far as it’s willing to go<br />LET GO<br />just go<br />off into ure tomorrow<br />ure mossy better place<br />be free<br />of me<br />&amp; my lunacy<br />u see?<br />it’s already better<br />the air is sweeter<br />the sleep is deeper<br /> or is it just me?<br />don’t tangle me<br />in fantasies <br />& intricate weaves<br />of possibilities<br />ure impotent earth leaves<br />no room for flowers<br />the hours have been lost<br />&amp; the cost<br />was<br />me<br />REST<br />EASY<br />NOW <br /><br />if this was meant to be<br />then it was meant to be<br /><br />over<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6895755808381155843?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-79240737158114477462007-07-10T12:47:00.000-04:002007-07-10T12:52:56.793-04:00i burned ure card<br />to keep me warm<br />the rising smoke<br />snaked<br />all around me<br />lingering<br />ghosts of an emotion<br />u signed it<br />-L.<br />-O.<br />-V.<br />-E.<br />i guess i took it<br />personally<br />i jumped thru imaginary hoops<br />i walked thru burning waters<br />i bled thru empty palms<br />envisioned stigmata<br />for the sake of making u<br />feel<br />anything<br />tied u up<br />in my own despair &<br />surged<br />viciously<br />thru ure veins<br />they used to call me dangerous<br />every maladjusted guy’s<br />dream girl<br />every normal man’s<br />mistake<br />they used to call me<br />dangerous<br />now<br />they don’t call me @all<br />sitting high<br />above the wreckage<br />in my crown of thorns<br />willing u to call me<br />thru my thoughts<br />rehearsing<br />all of my apologies<br />for being what i thought<br />u wanted me to be<br />i<br />misunderstood<br />misheard<br />misspoke<br />misplaced<br />my<br />match book<br />again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-7924073715811447746?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-63409733724412418482007-07-09T11:30:00.000-04:002007-07-09T11:39:00.635-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">my heart is heavy</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">w/ thoughts of</span><br />us<br />our gentle rapport<br />is no longer<br />contented<br />i am<br />lamented & frayed<br />betrayed<br />by my own affections<br />afflictions i xpected to be lifted from<br />i want<br />release from the anxieties<br />freedom from the atrocities<br />i created<br />Where is my clemency<br />even now i feign comfort @ ure words<br />slurred & marred<br />my vision is scarred from crying to<br />NO ONE<br />i knew u wouldn’t come<br />i knew u couldn’t sum up<br />my angst would equal this<br />suffering<br />hovering above myself<br />in velvet blackness<br />i<br />loathe<br />being<br />loved<br />clawing at ure tattoo<br />tearing away this taboo stained smile from my lips<br />my hips are left sore & bruised<br />from want of u<br />WOE<br />IS<br />ME<br />i can not flee from me<br />& my pathetic torrents<br />of shame<br />i blame<br />myself<br />& my poetry<br />my heart<br />&amp; my frailty<br />to think my head could rest easily<br />upon ure<br />chest<br />i am vexed w/ being merely a reed<br />bending to please<br />aiming to ease<br />what ails u<br />i go thru the motions<br />give u the notion that i am<br />impenetrable<br />unfathomable<br />that<br />i<br />could be<br />so weak<br />so silent<br />so meek<br />so violently awkward in my skin<br />strangled beneath the covers<br />reeking of bygone lovers<br />i lie awake<br />fighting between<br />fact & fiction<br />&amp; the friction is stinging me<br />my mind is killing me<br />just<br />let me<br />bleed alone<br />keep ure psyche away from me<br />ure programmed touches<br />are leaving me<br />raw<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-6340973372441241848?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510926547136983959.post-46360236854795920932007-07-06T13:28:00.000-04:002007-07-09T11:39:32.162-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">close enuff<br />to smell<br />ure indifference<br />my<br />sweetest<br />obsession<br />i ignite<br />@ the sound of ure voice<br />i am torched<br />weakened<br />bent<br />destroyed<br />left<br />barren<br />by ure coolness<br />or<br />cowardice<br />my fascination<br />draws contemplation<br />of what<br />exactly<br />makes u tick<br />& why my clock<br />must tock<br />like ures<br />w/ the scores of guys out there<br />i sit here &amp;<br />wonder<br />u<br />drink u<br />dance u<br />dream u<br />wish u<br />would fall under the spell<br />of the moon<br />& tune into ureself<br />&amp; drop ure skin<br />on the way into my arms<br />but<br />ure fangs are poised<br />ure venom armed<br />to strike me in the heart<br />if I<br />ever<br />speak truth<br />again<br />so<br />i<br />lick my wounds<br />bandage my scars<br />murmur my dreams<br />to familiar stars<br />&amp; allow my mind<br />to wander the skies<br />while my heavy heart<br />quietly<br />sighs<br />under the needle<br />where i lie<br />stretched<br />branding ure image<br />onto<br />my flesh</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510926547136983959-4636023685479592093?l=lilacdreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brujita Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04728164764718745198noreply@blogger.com0