My Ghost and Love Poems by Teresita Blanco

Editor's Note: Bellow you will see two of my newest poems. The Ghost thing is more of a rock song. I heard enough to makeup something that goes well with the rock mood. Plus, I had been reading a lot of Kabalah. Thus, I threw in a Tselem here and there just for fun. The love thing is rather simple. I was just annoyed at a random chick. No big deal. Just the usual dealings with haters.

My Ghost 
by Teresita Blanco

Last night,

I had a dream

Where I was dead.

The ground swallowed

Me,

As the maggots devoured

Me.

Such a vivid dream

Still Haunts me.

As I gazed into the morning sun,

I heard a strange, old song.

“In life, you must live

Like the “dead” ones.

Only then, you can be free…

To love everyone.”

 The dead have no regrets.

Their life is set a done.

But, even if they are gone.

There remains a specter.

Yesterday, I saw my ghost

Speaking lies by tons.

He told me

That I was dead,

That my life was gone.

He filled me with so much regret.

He made me realize

That life still pulses

Within these empty veins.

“To be free

You must kill

Your “own”.

Only then, you

Might become

Someone of worth.

The lies they fed you

Have destroyed you.”

Love
by Teresita Blanco

So, I do not know love?

How arrogant of you

To imagine that I

Cannot grasp

Such a simple emotion.

How foolish!

Better to spit

On me now

And be done with it.

Oh, I know love…

I see it in the eyes

Of a phantom

That lights a burning cross.

I heard it,

In the vain, disdains

Of a pretty blonde skeleton.

I smelled it,

In the floating

Incense of an empty church.  

I felt it,

In the vibrations

Of your cold steel.

I tasted it,

In my own

Bitter tears. 

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