Destiny's Hand, Human Experience, and Blend Poems by Teresita Blanco

Destiny’s Hand 

by Teresita Blanco

Destiny’s hand is hollow

Her vague promises

Makes us follow

To a pit, to a grave,

Bearing our true name.

In this marble plate

I read my shame.

Who’s to blame

For my mistakes?

The path was laid bare

By our ancestors.

The wheel keeps on

Forever turning,

Look, she once again

Beckons us to relive

Our ancestral pain.

What is there to gain

From our struggles?

Her only words of comfort

are “human experience.”

Human Experience

by Teresita Blanco

“ Human Experience”

Is their only consolation,

Such vague words

describe our own damnation.

We all must join

The same parade,

We all must enjoy

Being part of their charade.

The dices are weighted,

The outcome, fated,

Those who are full

Intone the same cold tune.

It’s “human experience”

Our pain, our torture.

We must kiss the ax

Of our executioner.

Erase all delusions,

Prepare your contribution

To this hellish

Human experience.

Blend

by Teresita Blanco

Return to a time

When life had no sorrows,

A time when you desired

To see tomorrow.

Those days are gone;

They slipped by, so quickly,

Now in the present

You look back

And wish for your old blindness.

This true foresight

Makes you wonder,

Makes you hunger.

The pain in your bleeding chest,

Must be laid to rest.

It is best to forget

All your regrets.

Blind yourself anew

To enjoy the morning dew!

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