Happy, Strange and Death Poems by Teresita Blanco

Happy is the Man (Version 1)
by Teresita Blanco

Happy is the man

Who knows only sorrows.

Yet, his perdition lies

In a single ray,

A single ray of hope.

 Let he who is without sin,

Bring forth maledictions.

Lift the cross

From our backs,

And take the thorns

From my heart.

Happy is the man

Who awakens in horror,

From the nightmare

Of tomorrow.

Let he who is sin

Bring forth the spring.

Lift the sword,

From my chest.

I cannot… I cannot

Phantom a happy tomorrow

Beyond this valley of sorrow.

Happy is the Man (Pious Version)
by Teresita Blanco

Happy is the man

Who knows only sorrows.

His salvation lies

In a single, single ray of hope.

Let he who is without sins,

Bring forth his blessings.

Lift the cross from our backs.

Take the thorns from my chest.

Happy is the man

Who awakens in horror

From the nightmare

Of tomorrow.

Let he who is without sin

Bring forth new spring.

Lift the sword,

From my chest.

I pray for a happy tomorrow

Beyond this valley of sorrow.

Life is Death
by Teresita Blanco
  

Life in itself

Brings No

Tomorrow.

These currents of sorrow

Carry only death and horror.

Life in itself

Brings no

Beginning.

One is cursed

To keep on

Dreaming.

Never taking

The right step.

Never moving

Forward.

Madame Le Mort
by Teresita Blanco

Her gruesome dance

Has Knows no beginning.

It is timeless.

As old as Time, Himself.

She has danced

Since the first grain fell.

And she will take

The last to hell.

Madame Le Mort

With so much pomp.

Take your gruesome

Some elsewhere.

Leave this window.

Leave this heart alone.

Hidden Corpse
by Teresita Blanco

The seed of life,

That was bestowed

Upon this fertile,

Soil was tainted.

It brought death, death.

My life lies tainted

With this hidden remorse,

With this hidden corpse. 

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