Last Poems for Now: Chess Match, Random Anger, Orpheus, Plain Pastel, Underwater, and Mars' Song by Teresita Blanco

Chess Match or Our Must

by Teresita Blanco 

Dance anew,

Sing out loud

And celebrate

This checkmate.

Take the king

To the pyre.

And his subjects?

As well, to the fire!

Burn his queen,

Lets enjoy her screams!

The same image,

The same visage.

A tender face

Of what might have been,

Distorted in pain…

Who Is to blame?

Who made the first move?

Things are rarely

So black and white.

Enough, do not spare anyone.

To the pyre goes

Both the king and his peons!

No one may escape!

This curse must be passed on.

Across countless eons,

Forever chained to your must!

Random Anger

by Teresita Blanco

Forever bound to a foolish fantasy.

Wearing the mask forged by society.

In not time, it becomes the mold

The distorted my true face.

My heart grows old

Forever chained to the lies

I was compelled to accept.

This is your truth,

The one that bound me.

As I grow used to these chains

I feel my eyes dimming.

I will never see the world

Beyond these iron bars.

The path was laid bare

By those that never cared.

They can never be satisfied

With the tears I shed.

Why must I maintain

Their bellies of iron?

For me, its pain

For them, it’s just a game

That I never wanted to play.

Once again, I must roll the dice.

 

Orpheus Fragment

by Teresita Blanco

Listening for the nightingale,

Bellow this earthly shell,

Hides your broken lire,

Forever chained to your fire.

4/18/2013

Plain Pastel

by Teresita Blanco

What I truly wanted

Was just plain pastel.

I did not want to brood

Over this daily hell.

Instead of gentle colors

I must taint this sheet

With my venom?

Why must I always see

In monochrome tones?

In the end,

All I wanted was some pastel…

Underwater

by Teresita Blanco

Rocked beneath the waves,

The fishes, my sole companions.

Traveling, aloft, drifting

Scarcely feeling the sun.

As I sink deeper,

My body shivers.

In no time

I will become numb.

Who am I?

What am I?

I care not to remember…

Was I tall?

Was I young?

I don’t care anymore…

Breathing in the ocean air

I no longer feel the sun’s flare.

At last I found

The peace I longed for.

Mars’ Song 3

by Teresita Blanco

I hear the bells tolling

Not once, but trice.

A million souls are burning

They demand a sacrifice.

Again, I hear his ancient drumming.

Mars’ song is starting.

Line up for this masquerade,

Young and old alike,

With golden coins on their eyes.

Come, join this parade!

Men and women alike,

Bring golden coins for your eyes.

Brothers in arms, together marching.

Thanatos is watching.

For he sings again,

While waiting

For their last grain. 

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