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.

Mock trail (or court what ever you prefer…) by Teresita Blanco

Mock trail (or court what ever you prefer…)

 by Teresita Blanco

Do not judge them,

just condemn them.

They are guilty

there is no question .

Just the sentence

is in question.

Should we kick them

just for violence?

Should we burn them

just for malice?

Noooo!!!

Do not judge them;

just condemn them.

If they are guilty

we don’t question;

if they are here

then it is clear.

GUILTY of charge!

Should we rape them

just for fun?

Should we stone them

And be done?

Noooo! HA! Ha!

Worldly tyrants come forth;

make thy homage our court.

We judge not, but condemn…Condemn!

Oh no! Horror! Noooo! 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

Pretending, Let the wrath, The Last Time We Said Goodbye,Eternal Happiness, and Time To Live by Teresita Blanco

Pretending

by Teresita Blanco

 

Pretending that all is right

is how we survive in life.

Pretending that we wield might

That’s how we console our desolate cry.

Never beholding the truth in sight

always preferring delusional light.

TDII:BL Experimental Poem by Teresita Blanco

TDII:BL

by Teresita Blanco

All my life I been                        The right hand of War

A swift shadow                            Seeks the flame

That Awakens evil                       To drain their lies,

Hidden inside all                          their traditions

**  **                                           **  **

I hear a strange music,                 The tolling bells

Summoning my old fears            Carry the stench of gunpowder

Threatening, Howling                 ,Like thunder in the wind,

This shadow will haunt me          For as long as I shall live(;) 

While I hold onto memory          War will share my Spirit

I will embrace it                           Until my final hours

Even if it brings heartache           It will Burden all my hopes 

****  ***                                      ****  ***

My shadow is forever despising  My efforts are fruitless

It denies my desire                       To build a blue world   

Slowly I crumble                         Beneath this wretched tyranny

I cannot see beyond                     His will, it cannot be denied

This slavery that I am living       ,burns my soul asunder

I am tired of these chains             My thoughts grow numb

I slowly become                           A living shade   

The messenger                             Brings the crimson fire

Singing my own requiem             Fueling my dead ire

Bringing my worst horror            I hope it does not burn out…

Editor's Note: I forget what the abbreviations where for. I guess I will have to check up on the composition book. 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

 

Description: One Super Depressing Poems • About: This experimental  poem is about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: TDII:BL Experimental Poem by Teresita Blanco • Keywords: bells, burns, death, evil, experiment, fear, gunpowder, haunt, hidden, hope, ire, memory, messenger, numb, poems, requiem, spirit, teresita blanco, tradition, tyranny  • Mentions: NA • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •

"Hacksuijim" by Teresita Blanco

Hacksuijim 

by Teresita Blanco

This desperate demon comes

with brimstone flares

His gaze burns me!

Oh false prophet 

These woes now worsen

The pain inside my aching heart!

 

How dare you pretend

To have power of powers?

False, Zeus, pretentious Apollo.

Think we would shy away, no no,

From your unworthy thunderbolts?, Bah!

Your kind lacks Zealot’s patience.

This tyrannical gaze

Is your mace.  

My vengeful torrents strikes

Thy rocky heart.

Reawaken the blood

That was shed deep inside

My fury resides

Within your holocaust’ light

The red sun… shines

Beneath the phoenix  

Pitiful cries. 

Editor's Note: The title has no relationship to an actual Asian person. Its basically about a very bad person... I forget who. I guess if you put the name of any jerk it would do. 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

 

Description: One Super Depressing Poems • About: This poems is about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: "Hacksuijim" by Teresita Blanco • Keywords: blood, burns, copyright, death, fire, free verse, gods, Greek, hearth, holocaust, metaphors, Pain, poems, reborn, revenge, suffering, teresita blanco, • Mentions: Three Moons • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •