Heresy

Poetic Heresy v.4

WHAT WOULD IT 

 BE LIKE NOT

      TO FEEL?

 

NOT

  TO DELVE,

        IT WOULD NOT HURT...

 

BUT HOW

CAN I PARALYZE

THIS HEART OF MINE...

 

I WOULD SIMPLY

  NOT KNOW HOW!

Poetic Heresy v.3

I'll continue this poetic heresy with another piece that came from my soul many years ago, but yet perfectly applies to Heresy, this magic space created by those who read, question, and question themselves every day; by friends of a lifetime whom I've only known because of the link established through Heresy. This poem is dedicated to all of you:

Take as much as

you want from me,

and turn it into a part of you... 

Pull your best deed,

give it all your love.

Then...

 

It will return to me,

and you will come too.

Poetic Heresy v.2

There are two or three issues running on my mind, my heart, and my hands, but I can't make up my mind to choose one of them.

To ease the animosity galloping inside me, I'll turn to a poetic heresy, which I hope will awaken your feelings and, perhaps, your comments too.

I found a piece of my soul I'd left on a piece of paper several years ago, and now it's come back to life again:

 

Today I wanted to write

no paper, no pencil,

no ink, no words.

 

To speak with that voice

I don't even understand

for which I need the ears

that I sometimes don't have.

 

To feel that you listened to me,

without even knowing

what I said

Poetic heresy

My heresies come in different shapes. Today's heresy shares a deep timeless feeling in the form of a poem I wrote 18 years ago when my heart was overflowing with heresy and passion.

There may be another dawn of another day promissing a thousand different skies...

Our hands may come together again

But today is over now

I don't know about the night that will bring another morning...

I know nothing.

And that not knowing comes from the bottom of your soul!