Pity Perspective and Live a Lie Poems by Teresita Blanco

Pity Perspective 

by Teresita Blanco

While I rested, the rain fell,         I hear the roaring thunder

It scorched the harsh soil             The cold in my back

 I felt(,) my breath departing       Brought the horrid sorrow

As I lay shivering                       With the fear of another day

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As they mix with my tears           The pity begins to rise, 

Over those ancient sorrows         Who swiftly left behind

,The ones who rested on              this Solemn vengeance(?)  

 the hard, cold vengeance,            How did this malady  begin?

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I pity those who venture             Out in this life

In search of the pulse                  Fresh with our hatred,

Beating, as it hides                      Lies our true nature,

Please answer why                      My convinced strive turns

This leads toward                        ,Down toward the inferno, 

The harvester’s crop                   It  hopes of to find 

It ripen, golden with                    The desire to surrender 

This different idea                       Beneath this blue ember

Live a Lie 

by Teresita Blanco

Every day soon                      I am welcoming doom

I hope to be good yet             I am not able to abide

for me it becomes harder       this dangerous dream

is a bane of my life                is done, my peace is gone

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You all too soon                   While questioning my gloom 

Step in my wounds               Once again, again 

Trying to stop its health        I cry out my howling doom 

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Within this malady              Tuning into our agony,

The realization became        This faceless orchard, 

The tomorrow comes soon   He turns us into fumes

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The bitter, futile effort          I cannot stand in this song

Reminding me that I live     These allies that always lie,

I dare not cast aside             They Keep the machine turning 

This cryptic open door        Maintaining common things,

For now, I am                       Like such strong heads,

Doomed forever,                   In these resonating lies

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