Zywa

Zywa Angelina

I have two full boxes of mail
and a drawer with old stuff
an autumn leaf from 1989
the wings mama put on me
to see what I had to be

and a few scraps of her voice
from the stealthily moments
when I held my breath
to hear the secrets
she discussed downstairs

Again, I smell what I wished for
her love all day long
and she being happy accordingly
but I should have been an angel
to accomplish it

Only these items have remained
moved over and over with me
to a new version of myself
Sometimes I sniff it, read answers
from then and find questions for now

Poem 2951
Amsterdam, 2020-04-21
Collection: Imprints Masks
Keyword: Inheritance
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk, Angelina S

Zywa Please come, Angelina

Please come, Angelina
     away from huzzaza hoopla
Take more time for yourself
     when the clockworks accelerate
tuck away safely under
     any vault you create
Please come, Angelina
     there's a fear in the sky
     hear, the winds blow goodbye

Set the order you need
     in a personal journal
which in words of your own
     will be vivid and truthful
never, ever devoured
     by a hurrying hurdle
Please come, Angelina
     there's a storm drawing near
     please come to a sky that is clear

Living slowly will help
     to increase your achievements
while you play with the fairies
     that dance cha-cha-cha movements
on the roofs and the towers
     with their merlons and battlements
Please come, Angelina
     I've heard rumours that sigh
     for a stifling hot sky

On the hands of the clock
     hangs the time bomb of vanity
but the peace in your head
     is releases humanity
Your attention is your wealth
     to enjoy your life happily
Please come, Angelina
     take my heart in your hand
     while the sky burns the land

Poem 2854
Amsterdam, 2020-03-31
Farewell, Angelina (Bob Dylan / Joan Baez) - 1965
Song, sung by Joan Baez on the 1965 album "Farewell Angelina"
Collection: Great Flow
Keywords: Calm: harmony, Harmony: relaxation
Tribute to: Dylan, Bob; Baez, Joan
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk, Angelina S

Zywa Where is the army?

I do remember
I have seen it many times
on their faces, their demand

to be a big girl
not unbridledly whining
for attention

    Just explode, you are strong
    the furious evidence
    of our right

not to take care
of me, they were entitled
to their own lives

so I opened my mouth
invincible, powerful
for myself and everyone

I do not tolerate injustice
in front of me, do you hear me?
What is it with the people?

They walk blindly through the city
avoid strangers and grannies
ignore hungry pussycats

and throw away their plants, well
I have boundless energy, but
where is the army to help me?

Poem 2775
Amsterdam, 2020-03-14
Collection: Lilith's Powers
Keyword: Combat readiness
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk, Angelina S

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