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Kahlia Mazacalletti, 8 september 2013
My Love
I need you like I need air to breathe
You encompass me and make me feel alive again....
Like having a newborn or learning how to tie your shoes
We have been through so much together and you still are my rock
When will it end....never my love.....an ode to you, I dream
You make me laugh and you made me cry
I love you and your ways; good or bad
Please love me back, seize my heart again today
You have made me feel lie a woman again......
It is like a spider web, being all engulfed......
Thank you for just being you......
Love,Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 july 2013
A Blessing for a Friend
I said a Prayer for you today.......
It means saying that it is O.K. for you to twist me like a pretzel
I feel the need to DRIVE very fast and go 300 miles
I thought you and I would reconcile our differences
The only difference is me not caring anymore......
Love is as good as you make it and as bad as you ignore it
I feel better knowing that you are happy
I KNOW what happiness feels like
Please don't forgive yourself for all the things that you have done
It would be a far reaching gesture
Be wonderful, love yourself as I do
I can still hear you whisper my name
Like tickeling my ears with a feather
Have a wonderful life an move on......
Blessings,
Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 3 june 2013
Circus.........
I stopped by the circus today......
After all this time; do you wish you could UNDO the things that have distressed me? I wonder what kind of parent I would have been...without you. I feel alive for the first time in as many monkees-I have been playing.........
All the little animals in the man made grass; they appear to be happy
Would you be? Would you or do you care about them as little as myself.....
Feeling a little uncomfortable.......
I was so numbed out by your bull that I never saw them coming.....COWS????
We always are different in front of a whole crowd....Whatever could they do to you......Show love, anger, ambigous, fake, phony.....
The list is endless....Why did you hurt me that way
Because no one can hurt you? We will all get our chances.......
Thank you for showing me the RIGHT way to be evil.......
I am going to sit on the porch swing and mello out.....
Thank you, my friend,
Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 1 june 2013
The Bride
I could have woken up-DEAD
I still can hear her little girl's voice
No one else can make me feel so sad
But she is not of this heavanly place, she is unique
She is special....if she let down all her walls
And built new ones; she would be great.....
I love her anyway, being my friend
But after her husband left; she has been on a hunt
People say you cannot ruin a marraige, not TRUE
I saw her walking down the aisle and looking at me, she
did not want to marry him, it was a convenience.....
She needed 90 days to figure it all out
Some say she wants to have her cake and eat it too.....
I think she is too scared to move forward...REWIND.....
She should stay single and alone except for friends
I am her best shot at making it out alive and well.....
LOVE does many things to us; I am out of suggestions
She walks around dazed, the REST of her life.....
In a 5 minute pep talk; she decides to leave, hide out
perhaps in my car; can she pull it off?
I always bet on her as she always wins.......
This time I may lose my money....left with no answers-
I come out and say....Lets party........
She feels better and her groom left.....
A lot of rough details and still single.......
How could she live in this blizzard called life.......
Time to start anew.............No one is too old, to feel great...
Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 26 april 2013
Goodbye
I thought I would miss you; I don't anymore
You left me with no choice but to get over it all
Thank you for not making my life harder
With all your twists and turns
I could feel it slipping away; you wanted it that way
I thought I knew the meaning of a good friend
I was so wrong; you hate yourself
But, I will never hate me; I don't hate you
You have hurt me for the first and last time
With your lies and misery; go by yourself to some other land
I waited for you to call, you did once-That shocked me
So, now in a 24 hour period, you have no time for me?
My watch has not broken and I know what time it is
Time for you to fool someone else..........
Goodbye.....................
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 april 2013
Curiosity
In the dark; I find you clinging like some stuffed animal
Abandonment issues are the hardest-who takes thier love away?
It is so hard to get through to you sometimes....
Yet, you are so agreeable; I cannot leave it alone
Curiosity hails from every line that you have written
To say "I Miss You", would it even be appropriate
I feel like a caged animal, in my own circus
I have tried everything to get you out of my mind
But the brain and senses are still telling me-you are fine
You have a lot going for you; I want to be a part of it
Please open your door and let me in........
Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 4 april 2013
Wishing
I sat out on the sofa and looked at the stars; which one are you
I miss you and wanted everything we could not have
New beginnings, old memories
Why won't you talk to me; is it a secret that I cannot share
You seem so distant at times but then you will tell me you love me
I must confess, it is so nice to hear
Everyone wonders where are you; I am now one of those
God gave you a blueprint of life; do I not share it with you?
I am smitten by your charm, taken aback by your ways
I only want what is best for you; do you know that?
I am starting to doubt myself, Am I good enough
It seems to me , like you are running as fast as you can
I realize you are very busy ; but a simple "Hello" would do
I will always love you and the sound of your voice......
Please tell me it is OK, please respond to something
Those who ask me questions, I have no answer for......
Is it just you being you?
Or me being me?
PLease say you are happy; it means a lot
Even in your darkest thoughts; you have made a difference in my life
I am praying for you...it is all I can do
You are my dearest frind; I miss you terribly
God has a purpose for you that is held in his heart
God has a path for you; that is held in his grace
"The Lord will fullfil his promise for me, your love, Old Lord
endures forever
Psalms 138:8
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 2 april 2013
Today
Today is a great day; miss all your friends
Miss them like you do when you are sleeping and dream
You are a child of God, you are never alone
Today is a great day, miss me?
I just wanted to tell you I Love You........
We have been through many things, that only made us stronger
Today is a beautiful day, I found you....
Let go of your heartache and strife
Go get a life.........Today is a promising day
You could have been anybody
Today is a wonderful day; I hear life everywhere
The sun is shining directly into your heart
Be a good friend and check up, say hello
I Love You all the same
I see your green eyes; like crystals in the diamond store
Today is a fabulous day, let go of your inner demons
For today is the best day; Since I met you
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 26 march 2013
15 Seconds
What type of game are you playing, my friend?
I have been there for you to listen........
Now, I hear dead silence on the other end of the phone......
Are you the same person I knew
Lack of words, you are too busy to even talk to me?
Or is this a crazy little dream...
Hurt comes from anxiety, none of which I have felt for so long
Now, you avoid me; I can only guess.........
And guessing is not the answer......
PLease explain yourself; I so hurt; I will not try again.......
You have made a mockery of yourself, not me......
I feel abandonded, used a little, and lied to a lot.....
I will not bow down and keep your ego in tune......
You can take all those words you said to me back
It is like writing on the wall.......
I am very brittle; but do not brake easily.
I will never write about you again...
Try and say something in your defense, I am not your prosecuter
You cannot take someones feelings and put them on display
Only 15 seconds of your time...that is all I had asked.....
Now I ask nothing...nothing at all.......
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 24 march 2013
My Friend
You are a thousand miles away....I miss you
I can see your writings and know I am safe with you
You have spoken to me in many different ways...I love them all.
It is a beautiful day because of you......
Don't take away your emotions to me
I am happy now and want you to be the same...
Taking care of business is hard sometimes but the end result is satisfying
How many more days do I have to count. I can reach out and pull you into me
At times I wonder what you are doing, how you are and I am going to find out all my questions from you in your time...
Love is truly a shock to the system as you have changed my whole make-up and not on my face
You have a simply beautiful heart.........
I need to be a part of that, my life would suffer without you..........
Kahlia
A friend loveth at all times...Proverbs 17:17
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 22 march 2013
The Lightbulb
I fought a battle and finally won.....
You cannot always be to blame
Like two rams butting heads, but I still am here for you
You have made my life complete in so many ways
There aren't enough fingers and toes to count.....unless you are counted out?
I feel eternally blessed that you picked me above all the rest
You can write something to me and I am so "in tune" with what you are saying.
You have courage and tenacity; you blindly love
Putting yourself in a hurricane...........
I miss you so, please come back to me...
We are supposed to be together; it is our fate
No one can talk about Karma unless they have had it.....
I am now alright; just was confused for a little while...Being torn in the midst of a massive thunderstorm.
You are also very good at your assumptions, although they are not 100 right all the time-you strive for protection.
So, I respect you, I admire you and am doing it from afar right now....I am not lonely anymore.
PLease say a prayer for me to stay strong and perservere.
You are the lightbulb that never goes out......
Kahlia
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 march 2013
My other side....
I see you as not an asset to my life
Why will you not listen to a thing I say.
Because you want things your way?
I am not a mean person ;however you have become an ogre......
I will not live my life in a bubble for you are anyone else.
It makes me sick, as sick as you.
My freinds are scattered everywhere, I go to sights to vent by writing poetry, that you were never interested in-My ire and anger started to flow and now it is like a sleeping volcano
Why don't you just let me be.......Because you don't know who you really are.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 16 march 2013
The clock of life
The clock of life is wound but once
No man has the power; To tell just when the hands will stop
Late or early hour
To lose one 's wealth is sad indeed
To lose one's health is more
To use one's soul is such a lost
That no man can restore
The present only is our own
To seek to do God's will;Tomorrow holds no promises-
For the Clock may then be still.
Ref: On the back of my Father's business card.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 14 march 2013
One of my favorite sayings
Wherever you live is your Temple if you treat it like one.....Buddah
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 11 march 2013
Love me today.
I must have died and gone to heaven; for I met you and you are an angel
Even though we have never met...I feel loved and comforted.
I see the true picture and there is no frame to put it in
Pease love me today and tomrrow.....for an eternity
You see you are just a victim of your own circumstance
And I want to get this right.
You are your own person, do not take it for granted
SHE is now the other woman in our three way love affair
Jealousy, EGO (Means Eaze God out), pride, these are all the qualities you posess.
Your morals speak for themselves
So goodnight my love and kiss the other woman
I am thinking of you, every hour, every day.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 march 2013
Hurt
Be yourself in all things you do.
You are fortunate to be alive
After all the things that you have done to me.....
Hatred and contempt over cloud your judgement and at times you take it out on me.
Why must you be so stubborn and emotionally abusive to me
Did I not say I would stick by you til the end?
I have kept my promise but you treat me like a bag of dirt
Use some then throw it all away.
I loved you once but now the flowers are in bloom and I haven't enough time to weigh in on my feelings.
Love is blind but you read braille............get it?
I just want you to know I have no afternoon agenda here.
So please leave out the same door you came in and do it peacefully.
Maybe, I sound harsh but I have told you in so many ways...I do not love you anymore
So you end your own life and I am left to pick up all the puzzle pieces.
It is called hurt...........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 march 2013
Broken Places
The world breaks everyone and afterwards, they are stong at the broken places.........E. Hemingway
Love everyone-the alcoholics, the drug addicted, people living on the street.
For they are also you Mothers and Fathers, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles.......
Love all people of every color; for color sees no color and You see color.
Love those who despise you; for they hate themselves and the world they live in.......
Love thy neighbor, for you may need their kindness and they may need yours..........
Love everyone; for you are God's child
The Lord came to us saying "I have loved you with a love that lasts forever. So I have helped you to come to me with loving kindness" Jeremiah 31:3
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 9 march 2013
Footprints of a dream
I see your face in my dreams...I hear your footsteps coming closer
I am ready for you now, in my requim of sleep
Touch me, hold me, never let me go.
Bring me all your kindness and goodness and leave it with me so I may
pass it along to the world
For you are a strong influence in my life....
I know that we have never met; yet you are no stranger to me.
For in my head lies deep thoughts of you and undying love.
Some people might think I am just dreaming, but I KNOW you are there for me
No matter what the cost.
I have a wakened and see you, still, in the footprints of my dream.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 march 2013
Humility
My thoughts encompass me, surround me
The sincerest form of gratitude to an unknown stranger
The passerby who asks for a cigarette
And your smoke is long gone
But your kindness prevails, even though you do not have one
How do you measure one's worth, by the number of acts they do
Or do you not count, because you do not want that vanity
I see myself as someone who is random but consistent in so many ways
The world could use some serenity-humility
Pray, people, pray
For GOD said:
For God puts down the man with pride;but he saves the one who is not proud- Job 22:29
So stand up today, stand proud, tall, kiss a loved one, say hello to a neighbor
But Beware........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 march 2013
Yardstick
I measure my life by the way I treat other people.......it is my destiny
If I look back at someone in horror, I have only looked at myself....
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 march 2013
Question Mark
How do you know when you've fallen out of love
The embers die in your soul and the dam in your heart breaks
We are like a flood of water pouring out all over
It seems as though I find myself pondering; people don't know how dark I am within my head at times.
The visual of true love gone awry...gone astray
There are many facets and masks that have been worn...........too long
Like a prom king being crowned but she's the town tramp
So love is a stranger to me but to love again will come
A protector of my own world and heart
You can waste years of your life; you never can have back
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 2 march 2013
About Thinking..
I am so glad I am getting to know you, even though we're miles apart
It is one of those things that happen once in a lifetime
You find your soul mate; but things keep getting in the way
I can smell your scent, breathe your air and touch you're face and you are not even here.
Friends have a way of doing that, true emotion, true joy and true feelings
But yet my feelings for your grow; I hope you don't mind
It is one of those things that happen, I didn't mean for it to, you just touched my heart.
And I don't know why-MYSTERY
Perhaps or just is meant to be, destiny or fate, we will see
I am doing my best to keep it on your level.........
But my elevator is going to the penthouse floor.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 23 february 2013
Temptation
One tear fell ran down her face and he wiped her face dry
He tried to console her
Knowing that her lips were just inches away from his
It was hard not to kiss her; that face; that skin
But he contained himself
As they listened to the waves come in, she put her head on his shoulder
And listened to their favorite song on the radio.....
Why did they have to be just friends?
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 23 february 2013
TWISTER
Like a day without thunder; you have made me fall silent
At times, I want to know just how much power you have
Enough to run the country, perhaps
It is always on my mind to just relax, But I cannot do that when you are around
I feel like a Mexican Jumping bean; only in a different place
You call me on the phone and my heart starts to race, knowing I have to talk to you "nicely"
How long can I continue his charade
Will the game ever end or will it continue ; with you always winning
I am so tired of being the loser
So, I have decided to play a different game
One called Twister; where we shake things up a bit
You said you don't want to do that
I can understand why; you have to relocate yourself in a different sort of way...
So, now I am playing all by myself and It is so much fun.........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 february 2013
Illusionist
For it is fine with me now; if you go away, leave without a trace
It has been coming for some time
You wear so many masks; you could be in a carnival of clowns
I have tried for 4 years to get change
But change is hard when you are a master illusionist
I feel like I have been cut in half more than once by your words
Do you believe I still care for you; I don't, it is a convienience
Like the one you get the BIG GULP from, it has been banned in New York
You should be banned as well
Sitting like a King in the living room; with your crown on, know it all
And know nothing; except , you need to walk out the front door
Please let me enjoy the silence once more
As if I were deaf to you
Go on your way and leave me alone
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 19 february 2013
PATHWAYS
Stay away from those who use you
For they are the wicked and deceitful
Being forlorn is not the answer
Your insides will turn to stone
For you have been hurt so desperately
Do not sit on the spinning ball
For it will keep you complacent
In your future ; there is such hope and dignity
Much love and mutual respect
Don't you see that you deserve so much more
Than just remnants of a broken heart
The pathways to a lost soul
Now is your time, your day
Pick up the pieces and move along
For it is your time to shine....
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 16 february 2013
GREEN EYES
He loved her green eyes; they told him so much
Her wild and tameless hair blowing in the wind
Will it ever stop, he wondered, that unbrideled spirit she has?
Her long muscular, but lean legs, her tempting rosy, red lips
He longed for her, he ached for her; she was unique
Like a wild animal; she growled a little moan at times
She was always thinking of new and interesting things to do
And ways to do them........it made him crazy
He dreamt of her in his sleep; he dreamt of her while he was awake
Her perfectly poreless skin; so soft like a babies
He loved her so; did she know it, or was his imagination running wild
He could only see things in her green eyes
We all covet things we cannot have ; things we want so badly
But she was different, living next door was so hard
Seeing her daily, it was like a job
So, until he could find the words ; he would have to just look at her
Beautiuful sparkling Green Eyes........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 15 february 2013
Emotions
She told him that she loved him; more than once
His heart was opened wide to recieve her
She asked him if he was ready for her alabaster skin upon him
His heart raced with excitement
Too many times she played with his emotions like a cat with a string
Now he is in a bad state of affairs and cannot remove himself from her
People play with emotions like a game, it is sad to see and worse to be
One of them; It takes time to recover ; like breaking your back
Only the cast does not come off ever
And the mask remains
Inside of you; I feel it daily..........
I have been there and the map does not end, all roads lead to nowhere
Judge your loves wisely and make friends wiser as hurt is everywhere
For you are the seeker of your own destiny
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 14 february 2013
Judgemental
You may see me as the one that you have to judge
I see you as my peer and a beautiful person
It does not matter what you have done; it is done
I see that you hang on to things like a diamond ring
Is it guilt or is it jealousy; is it me or is it you
I never say a bad word about anyone , it comes back to haunt
Like a ghost in a house, a spirit in a childs closet
Please forgive me if I have hurt you or made you insecure
But, I cannot continue to believe it is my fault.........
I must say, going off in in a tangent does no good for anyone
It is the mood of these days , to be hateful and spiteful....
I forgive you, You will be blessed; you are one of GOD's children
And no one stands alone.......................
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 13 february 2013
GO FISH
You knock me down like a wrecking ball
It is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew
I have fought for you-12 rounds til the sound of the bell
And yet , you betray me at every given turn
Why must you hurt me so and make the pain so devastating?
Is it your course in life to destroy me
Or do you just play games-Parker Brothers should make you their Company spokesperson
You can make Monopoly look like GO FISH.....
I never know when you are going to strike
It's like a rattlesnake in the Arizona desert
I hurt enough and am black and blue
But you want the color purple; as well
So, I am leaving you now in my mind
It will be sad but I have to go
You can leave and go down the road; to some other unsuspecting soul...............
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 february 2013
A Broken Heart
It has been so calm in the house
Since our last argument; you could beg for more than silence
I surmise that it is almost over
The tension is unbearable; who dares, wins
I know my heart will be broken , but will keep beating, nonetheless
Why must you be so distant in your efforts to make me feel so alone
Love to me is like a war, easy to start but hard to stop
We were more than lovers once; we were friends
Friends who smiled at each other and didn't go out in a crowd to smile at strangers , instead
Why must you be so heartless in finishing our lives together, so cold
Like the snow gathering on the window pane
Once more I beg you to finish it as it started; a tear runs down my cheek
Please take your leave and I'll take mine; a fine goodbye and a good wish for the future
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 8 february 2013
Wonderful Love
Love never dies a Natural Death
It has to be killed or put to rest
Lovers come and then they go
Real Love stays eternities Plus one day, you know
I've seen good love and I've seen bad
Some I wish I wanted and didn't have
True love will give you unconditional peace
It will last a lifetime and never cease
It is the only thing that can calm man
He will look to the future with everything he can
And see the Heavens in his own eyes
For he has his beauty and that's his prize
For Love never dies a natural death
It has to be killed or put to rest
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 february 2013
GOLD
So, didn't you find love or salvation
In what they do
Heart is filled with Gold
Fairies they are, too
In the hands you hold
How long can we ignore
Build a little more
Pray a lot for what's in store
I cannot turn around
The angels see me, now
Goin' where I'm bound
Smiling at me somehow
The world has been found
Ref: Wake Owl
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 february 2013
Wishing Day
Today is my wishing day; for all things to come to pass
For all man to be equal; for all man to be free
I wish for the beauty that others see
Wanting not only for you and I; but for all mankind.
It seems that the world has slid downhill
And now we are at an empasse; a great standstill
Why can't we just all get along
Must we fight each other; must we kill one another
It is so sad to see, the burying of children from gunbattle
The murder of our souls, the killing of our destiny's
Let us live in peace and harmony
Let us kill to be free.....
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 4 february 2013
One Red Rose
I know you so well; I have met you before
I have seen you in the cold blue light
And in the damp darkness; of the moonlight
Do you wish me well; or is it a game you play with me
The low voice of intimacy; the face in the crowd sometimes
I have left and come back
I have freed you and returned
Are you still angry now?
I must be with you if I am to survive
Can you call me and tell me you are fine
I know you are with her and it burns my soul
That empty space; that aching hurt
I will just wait for one Red Rose........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 28 january 2013
Mindgames
He Haunts me.....I know he is watching
He Teases me.....I know he is waiting
It is a powerful connection but we have never met
I just want to say hello.........
Are we being overcautious because of our pasts?
We PRAY because we need to
I see him in my dreams.........
But only sometimes........
It plagues me to think that it may never come to be.......
Maybe it is just a fantasy
It is always with me.........
In my Head
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 28 january 2013
AVALANCHE
I put my pen to paper to talk about my trance
And then I hear the TV talk about an Avalanche
The snow was in the mountains way up high
So white and foamy it could almost touch the sky
The skiers were all skiing and it was a gorgeous alpine day
Then the TV said the whole thing went astray.........
The sheets of snow started sliding, it was a beautiful, terrible sight
Nature's wrath of winter; no one could stop with all their might
Not one but two slides of snow came to rest
No skiers were in view, the ski patrol was called to do it's best
They started making markers of where the skiiers might be
There might have been twenty or more
They found two by a tree
The troupe worked throughout the night and dug the glossy snow
The whole thing was such a fright-seven skiiers left to go
The only thing that they could do was say a long, long prayer
For all the skiiers to make it and be in their loving care
It seems as if the avalance had taken them away; but they were found
three hours later after everyone had prayed.....
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 27 january 2013
Mindframe
I sat on the beach and I looked at the sky, I asked myself a question and I wondered why
How many heartbreaks and how many traumas have to happen before I can cry
It has been a long 10 years and now I am done , trying to reason with all of it still
If, I don't leave it and move on it can possibly kill
My mind as I know it, my heart and my love for man
I've went to therapy, I have done all that I can
I am happier now than I have ever been
I can laugh at a laugh and grin at a grin.........
My life has not been so easy but I am not alone
I've met other people like me; who are in the mindframe of not going on
I realize that certain people help, they brighten your day
You don't have to see them, Just a freindly hello or hey
I want my friends to know I am really O.K., just sometimes sad...
It is normal you see, but better than always "acting" and being mad
So, I wrote in the sand..."It's a good day today" and then I said my blessings
Then I wrote this , so no-one is guessing
After visiting the graves of my family........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 january 2013
The BUS
She rides the bus each morning; wishing she had a car
The smell of the fumes are overwhelming, but she has no choice
At each stop someone "New" or the daily person gets on
Most of the time she gets a seat but when it is crowded she holds on to the upper bar
Once in awhile someone nice will ask if she wants a seat
She looks around to see all the different colors and patterns
Shoes, Coats, Dresses, Briefcases, Suits, Umbrellas
Someone talking louder than all the others
The Bus Driver looking in the rearview mirror.........
Seeing what there is to see
She thinks to herself.......
Driving must be better than riding the bus?
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 january 2013
For Kristen and Rich
I said a prayer for you today; For all the times you went astray
I still care for you; none the less
Even though "WE" are such a mess
It seems it's been going on so long; and we haven't been that strong
Why can't we just let it go? It's dead and something we both know
We used to laugh and smile and love; From all the Grace we got from up Above
Now we fight and call each other names; You say we just "play little games"
I think you are wrong and I am right; Somewhere in this drama fight
For Love is blind and Fool's can't win; what is put right in front of them
Let's end this war right now
And go on with Life
We will make it somehow
Through all the strife
Cause only GOD knows; we are ready to bow
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 january 2013
The Millionaire
He was a Millionaire I met on the Beach in Miami
His condominiuim was all white
Do you think it would get dirty?
He had a closet that was electric like the cleaners
Turn on the switch and pick your clothes
He had things from all around the world
He didn't have a girlfriend or an ex-wife
He had sold his company for 90 million dollars
Oh, the stories He told me.................
It must be Really hard to be wealthy; money cannot buy everything
He only told me his name was Zachary
He didn't want a last name
Just like some people don't want a pet
He was one of the kindest, gentlest, men I ever knew
When I got out of the University of Florida and moved
I often wondered what happened to Zachary?
Maybe He bought an island somewhere; is livin' in the middle of the sea
He would have liked that
I would have liked that, too
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 january 2013
War Games 101
I am lost-I need that game CLUE
I feel like I have been through a war
I have been captured and tortured
But maybe I can escape-I do not know
I don't have my dog-tags
13 rounds of ammunition
Still trying to dig out bullets
I am definately the private here
And getting court-martialed
Do I get a medal for Valor or just a commendation......?
Should I re-enlist?
Someday My war will be over and I can live in Peace
Please call the paramedics, I am wounded
Please call the M.P.'s, I have been assaulted
I need a helmet just to protect my mind
They even murdered Jesus and He suffered more than HE should have
I have to walk into the opposing force head-on
And I do not have a white flag.......
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 january 2013
Freeztag
Freeztag-Like my body having Frostbite
My body has this horrific Chill
I am Poker Face on the Outside
And silent on the Inside-Freeze
That mannaquin Freeze-Frame
A refusal; A mindset
Fill another Ice Cube Dispenser-Freeze
I am standing in this OH-SO Icy Pose
Will the Blackness ever go away?
Soon the sun shall come out and Melt Freezetag
And maybe I will be happy again..............
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 january 2013
Waiting
My heart is beating so fast, I can't catch my breathe
In anticipation of you
I know you are out there somewhere
But I am not looking , as I know GOD will bring you to me
It has been awhile since I loved last
I loved and lost, but am not afraid to love again
Because this time it will be with GOD'S blessing
You can only be hurt if you let yourself be hurt....
So, please come to me, I know you are waiting, too
We will be one
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 january 2013
HANDS
In a hand chain, just think of what one hand could do; if multiplied by two
A bridge of them to defeat the foe
Now magnify by ten and go
They reach your hand and touch your heart
From beginning to end, and finish to start
It's a wonderful circle of people holding hands
All across the nations, All across the lands
Locked in time with each other
Black, white , yellow, and tan
Never underestimate the power of the hand
Fingers intertwined and prayers being said
For all those still out there who think that Jesus Christ is dead
For He lives amongst us, He cares for each and every one
He puts his Hands upon us , He is the Chosen One
So give your hand to someone today
Bow down on your knees
Lock your hands and pray........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 16 january 2013
Raising Me
Being born into a family Black and Blue was hard; to say the least
I was not the prodigal daughter; I was a black sheep
A shirt with two double zero's on it...........
Never doing anything right was just oh so wrong
Sitting on a curb; dangling my feet off
Going to sleep in the basement; lower than my self esteem
EMERGENCY
Always undermined by my older brother; the Golden Child
Beaten in my mind til I was purple
Kept on lock down in my own home
Should I have held up a white flag?
EMERGENCY
I never realized the toll it took on me til I got in therapy
Her always asking me the questions......how did that make you feel?
It felt like an EMERGENCY......God, I needed Help.................
Twisted and worn, I left that HOME at age 17, and I am the person I am today, because of it
I asked GOD for help and HE listened every time
No More Emergencies
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 16 january 2013
Growing
She lies so still and breathless; waiting
For she knows it is going to come to an end
Why must it be this way and so restless
When they were so much more than friends
It hurts like a burn; yet it is healing
Knowing that life must go on
Feeling like a little girl that is growing
One more day into dawn.....
So, she is getting her wings and is flying
Is waiting for blue skies to soar
Is ready to move on to another
For she can take this no more
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 7 january 2013
Somewhere in Tiajuana
She sat up late to contemplate, what life would be like with all the strife
Problems here, Problems there-some larger than others, but still everywhere
It seems that her time has taken its toll;but she's still fighting to reach her goal
To be the woman she wants to be, with all her wealth in her memory
For sometimes dollars aren't worth a dime
It's what she had stored for all her time
She spent looking back over the years of lost and found and planted her feet on solid ground
It's not easy going down memory lane,and re-hashing heartache all over again
But she stayed in time with herself-one on one; until her inventory was done
She forgot about the bad and kept the best;threw away the garbage and kept the rest
Put X's on some boxes and closed those doors;she'd already been down those roads before
Then she smiled and let it all go.......
On a dusty road in Tiajuana, Mexico
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 january 2013
REVENGE
I shot an arrow through your heart; it is an act of terror and hurt
We never go on dates but you expect me to put out
I seek vengence for my anger
All those years gone by like a speeding bullet
And I am the one in Therapy??
I do not understand the lack of concern for myself
Yet, I am all consumed by your actions
You are flippant and callous in so many ways
I tell myself truth lies in REVENGE
I have gotten so bitten by your sharp tongue, I feel stabbed
How many stitches have I had because of you?
I am a recluse in my own life
It is only fitting to get you back for all the things you have done
But, I do not have the energy or the time
People say with age comes wisdom
I am an Owl, You are an Ass
For all the battered women still suffering..........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 3 january 2013
Snowflakes
There's a magic in the way you fall
Something earthly in your pall
Kaleidescope of ice and air; a million diamonds everywhere
The hills asleep without a sound, Stars frozen to the ground
To still the forests with a sigh,of snowflakes from the evening sky
Who would have dreamed you for this time
To be so flawlessly sublime
So tiny to transform the night,and captivate the world in white
Your frozen filigree could melt, Resistance any heart has felt
Because the love in your design was never seen by eyes but mine
A secret that will dissapear into the shedding of a tear
In whose reflection I can see, mortality of you and me
Would I wish back your silver lace, when myriads will take your place
They cannot match the glass GOD blew
To live a moment just as you
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 31 december 2012
Coinjoined
They were two of a kind; or so some say
But undearneath it all, they had their hey-day
The clock was ticking and time was not on their side anymore
Like an elephant in a grocery store
He loved her but she did not love him-it was sad you see
Why didn't she just let him be
Did it have to do with his money
She played the game oh so well; he never knew
But underneath it all, she was through
And even with that mannaquin smile
That icy pose-she hung on for quite awhile
For love is blind or so they say
And the wicked wait for another day
She let him have her-night after night
Never putting up a fight
But he found the number quite by accident
No explanation was needed and he would lament
That he had been used and he was so hurt and mad
But she had taken him for what he had.......
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 29 december 2012
ANXIETY
I am up again at 3am, once again to my chagrin
I try and try to stop the fight, it's just another anxious night
I feel like I am losing my mind, I have tried to leave the memories behind
It's such a crazy place to be, I can really, really see
That none of this makes any sense at all-but someplace I have dropped the ball
I can't seem to get control again over me; So I just scream "God , help me, Please"
Why must this continue on, I think of it as a punishment
But then I stop and I lament
About my family and such and how I loved them oh, so much
The car crash killed them all, you see
That's why I have anxiety
God took them all that day, but I know where they are
That helps me a lot-each one is a star-
In the southern sky and in Heaven way up high
So anxiety will stop someday, I will just muster through
I will think Of All Of You
Until my grief goes away, I continue to pray each day
Dear Lord hear my prayer; keep my anxiety in your care
For Susan Powers, my dear friend
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 29 december 2012
Tetelestai
Are you really finished; do you recieve God's word
Do you go to war for Him daily like a battleship
Without surrender; only to Him
The world is a terrible place and we must Praise God
Every day, we must give thanks for every morsal of food
For it is finished-the day of old, the day of good things
Neighbors helping neighbors, man helping man
Walking down the streets without fear
Without judgement, no place to hide
Walk in righteousness for He is watching
Pray in strength for He is listening
It is finished for those who do not seek him out
It is finished for the murderers, the rapists, the child molesters,
May we pray for those still out there daily that it is not finished for them..........
That they may come back to God and revitalize their stronghold
It is finished for anyone NOT knowing God
Tetelestai, meaning "It is Finished" from John 19:28 and 19:30
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 29 december 2012
For Phillip Winters
At 42, he sits in the atrium of the nursing home
He is silent and his movements are that of a mime
Getting up, and deciding to roam
I see that when he walks he is perfectly in time
With the music that is being played and he looks at the fire door
I shake my head and say no, please don't try
A tear wells up and he begins to cry
Phillips girlfriend comes by for a visit and tells me his story
How they were making love and he had a major stroke
It seems to me in all his handsome glory
This is some kind of cruel joke
How could someone have brought him through the gate
Then I find out , he was admitted by the state
He was not enough medical and just enough psych
To get to Broadview Manor Nursing Home
The state thought his family would like
I was doing my internship on geriatrics and thought I'd seen it all
But he caught my eye and made me cry
His life was at a standstill and they had dropped the ball
So, I made Phillip my newfound project and he was so kind to me
He was somewhat of a child like man and a prodigy
Today Phillip is leading a new life....with his new ex girlfriend
Whom is now his wife
I helped Phillip get placed in an independent living center with his families help and he is leading a Very productive life. I will always remember him....
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 27 december 2012
Circles
I said a little prayer for you; you told me you were feeling blue
You've been that way for quite a while
No laugh, no grin, no smile
I wonder what is making you so sad
You seemed scorned from something bad
Is it that man again that you always see
Why can't you just let him be
You said it was like being on a date
He made you feel love and sometimes hate
His disconcerting smile, and all the while
You were waiting for the truth to see the light
And all you got was another fight
Love is blind or so they say; I think it's both and so much more
So what have you got my friend, in store
You are taking the easy way out; blowing it all off
Acting as if your O.K.; with just a scoff
I really wish you'd own up too
The fact that he does not love you.........
Nor do you love him..its a game and losers never win
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 24 december 2012
Today
There are so many people feeling hopeless-Today
There are so many people feeling hungry-Today
There are so many people dying from addiciton-Today
There are so many people feeling lonely-Today
Let us start a new era as the New Year approaches that we make an attempt to smile at one person-Today
Let us do a good deed for another starting-Today
Let us pray for the forgotten-Today
Let us all remember our troops-Today
May we find peace in our hearts-Today
May we find love in another person-Today
May we have the ability to see good in someone-Today
May we not stumble in prayer-Today
We must do these things Today as we do not know if we have a Tomorrow........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 22 december 2012
Ms. Matika
Ms. Matika works in the grocery store with her high hair and I call her POOF
She resembles a porcupine gone wrong-with her hair sticking out on top like that
She has shared many secrets with me; it was like that from the beginning
It was just fate that we met in aisle number one, she was busy having a panic attack and I was looking for potato chips.
Stocking shelves and trying to breathe must be terrible
I decided on sour cream and bar-b-que and she ask me how to stop
having the darn thing
It seemed as if she was in the middle of a hurricane right then
I preceded to speak from experience and told her to be in the moment
Instead she took a Xanax
You cannot help people that don't want to be helped
Ms. Matika has shut down completely and told me that the Xanax is working
I told her that she is masking her problem
POOF quit her job and is living on disability.........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 december 2012
Baggage
Up all night; I cannot sleep-Like my eyes are glued wide open
Do I just dismiss the fact that it is going on or wash it down the drain
like the soap in the sink after a good rinsing
Something inside me is sad, I get up early in the dark...
Like a newborn babe; wanting it's mother
I feel so intolerant at times; like I am doing something wrong
It seems it has all built up like a volcano ; waiting to erupt any minute
I want to sleep, to put my head on the pillow and just drift away
I have counted so many sheep, I have a lined coat
Maybe it is not meant to be; maybe I will sleep whenever
I have unpacked all my baggage
That I have it stored in lockers all over the USA
For Jean
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 december 2012
Jack and I
Jack and I never met in Person
Jack and I did have the same mindset about one particular thing
There were no supporting roles in our one person show....
Life as we knew it was one private party, no invitations, no thank-you notes but a lot of decoration
Jack and I took advantage of everyone ; when we didn't have an advantage at all
Jack and I ended up on Life-Support, different states, different times,
and years
Same Results
Maybe we had thought we were invincible; Jack did not resolve his differences, I did
Some people use the time they have wisely; Jack did for a year
Some person's have more time than other's-I met Jack's mother online
Jack and I have an uspoken bond
She told me Jack died from a drug overdose-I am here speaking for Jack.........................
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 december 2012
The Tree
I sat out on my patio and thought of her today; she lights up the sky
Is that star her, or is it just my imagination
Where would I be in this whirlwind of life had it not been for her
Lost in my own confusion and mindlesss choices
Her tree is very tall now-8 years grown, like her passing
It looks a little withered like me; as I walk by her house
That the new people live in, they are very nice, but it is her house
I asked her daughter yesterday if she would move the tree to her place and she said "NO", you NEED IT......I do; I miss her so
But Paradise is her new home and her Golden Trees do not need my care; I will continue to water this one
I cast the sawblade to myself weekly just by going to that tree; but it is my duty to see that it has many branches, an extension of her life
Legacy, to follow the leaves as they fall into the winter night one by one
She is telling me she is here with me now
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 december 2012
Verbal
You talk to me in words but not connected; I don't understand
I have tried so many times to tell you how I feel I am trapped in my own corner
Like a boxer waiting for the bell to sound
It has been too many years of Verbal and not sexual communication
Why must you be so unfeeling to me
I am going now; on a new road, one that will take me on a new journey
I feel fine for the first time in years and I Thank You for that
You tried to court me before I left and that was atrocious.....
Like being a 13 year old again; I know that life has more to offer than
a goodnight kiss and some repertoire in the morning
I am pleased by your lack of caring as it has made the transition easier
I have hid behind my walls too long and waited you out.......
I feel like it is my birthday and I am blowing out my candle
One last time
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 december 2012
ABOUT HEAVEN
I have been to heaven and I saw so many things
I saw the bright light of the tunnel and an angel spread his wings
I saw Jesus sit upon His throne and so many other things
I have been to the promised land; and a land of old
Where I saw an Indian Princess and tons and tons of gold
I was dead for nine minutes; the Dr's said it was the meds
Personally I think they think, it was all in my head
I am left with no recourse but to prophesize that Jesus is alive
For I have seen him with my very own two eyes
I am now a better person and I try so hard each day
To make sure I smile at each passerby that might come my way
I hear people say there is NO GOD; it is so sad to me
When you have been where I was, you can really see
That life exists on the other side and that Heaven is a paradise
But do you have to die to realize that GOD is really alive?
And now my speech is over and I hope you understand
I died and went to Heaven and was touched by GOD's hand
I, too am a sinner and will always be, but I have seen Jesus and He has set me free
After dying on life support for 11 days..........2010
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 15 december 2012
Listless
Father, where have you gone....from the time I was 3 days old
you abandoned me, saying I was not your child.
Now, I am homeless for a father and need shoes; but have no big ones to fill
I feel at times like I want to know you but why as you never wanted me; never even meeting me on your terms
It is Christmas once again and I still miss you; even though I have never seen your face, people tell me I look like you; is that a part of me that can see you?
I ask GOD why and I get no answer as I believe that HE did not want this to happen to me
YOU leaving me without any good reason or even a bad one
I guess you just don't care and that is what hurts the most
I am listless and lonely for my Mother has gone astray and nobody is my family
I guess it is just GOD and I this year again and that is fine with me
Thank you for making my choices for me; one more year
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 12 december 2012
The Jungle Wall
Out in The Streets, there is no perfect world
So in my solitude, I make my own
I do not believe in the problems that plague my mind
But would rather stay in my fairytale land
The space I seek is a far cry from gunshots, ambulances and hate
But rather music, dances and harpiscords..
I world rather live in my so called made up world in my head
Than take my chances on the streets............
The world is filled with violence, anger and there is a jungle wall
I would like to think that I have solved the problem; in my one bedroom apartment, I am just waiting for it to come in.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 12 december 2012
Our Precious Time
I thought I had it figured out
What this life was all about
Then I saw your sweet and endearing smile
I thought I might just stay awhile...
We could rule the world, you see
No bittereness, no hate, we are free
I see your laughter , I see your tears
From relationships of wasted years
We have a bond that is set in stone
For all eternity, we are not alone
Others have tried and we have not been torn
To break our bond and carry on
I saw innocence at its best
I wanted you more than the rest
In the middle of our passion I can somehow see
You and me and ecstacy
So stay with me for some precious time
I just want you to be mine
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 december 2012
My Nails
I did my nails last night; so I could claw my way through life
They are a very pretty color on the outside
I am sure people will remark how nice they look
They are looking at the one applied coat, you see
I will mentally scratch through another day
My mind, being so ahead of itself
I did this beauty treatment all by myself-
My nails were so plain before, no pizazz; my nails are brittle and break easily
But I have not , yet
I remember all the filing I have had to do, to keep things smooth, on the outside........
My nails are so shiny; while other things are Dull.
Getting your nails done gives you a purpose to hang on, I am mentally hung, I was up all night checking my nails and thinking
Maybe, I have had enough of this un-beautiful stuff....
Maybe, I should paint something else-my life
My life could be a different shade than blue
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 november 2012
Neverville
People do not understand the position of the weary
Tired and lonely, they tread on
Into the Garden of Earthly Intentions
Cruelty surrounds them-a circle of mockery
A lifetime of behavior;taught by others
Why the torment they ask-were we someone's possesions?
Do we live a life of solitude and and square walls only to find our own demise?
The long road to nowhere, the short walk to Neverville.
A box; living in a self contained unit
Trying to escape their own reality
While everyone looks on
The world goes on around them and mocks their uncertainty
Pokes fun of inadaquacies and jokes at their lives
It is sad in Neverville-no smile, laughs or grins
Only the heartbeat of a lonely soul
Crying out for Mercy one last time.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 november 2012
For Chaz.......
My heart is boken; like like the hearstrings of an unstrung harp
Given to a prodigal child to play
You were my brother, my best friend
To talk to one night and be gone the next
A tradgedy-like a play; even Shakespeare could not have written a sadder ending than yours
Today is your dying day-the day the angels came for you
That you never were to return to me
Are you flying in the in the Blue Sky? Are you soaring in the Heavans? I miss you every day.
Like a piece of of me is missing; the puzzle is incomplete now.
What happened to you, Chaz, in your deep requeim of sleep
You are now in your six foot under home.
Your picture still sits by my bed-as a reminder that you are not forgotten; you are missed.
May GOD Bless You and keep You in His loving care, May the Heavans be your Golden Home.......
You were the best person I ever knew.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 2 november 2012
Windmills
I have vented my feelings so many times; exaustion is my middle name
Now, I am no longer ready to say a word.
To continue on the Windmill of your game
Now wanting, waiting, no expecting; just knowing
what you will always do next
It has gotten so very repitisious;
Almost like a mime, annoying
You sat yourself up quite awhile ago; without even knowing
There were so many signs
As if you were driving down the Santa Monica freeway
You chose to ignore them all, going 'round yourself time after time
Even tho', times are rough I feel fine
Guess, it has just gotten to the point where I am not denying me anymore
The windmill keeps on moving in my direction,making me feel like sooner or later
This will come to an end
But let us be friends til it is over; let it fizzle out like a sparkle on the 4th of July
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 11 october 2012
Merciless
You have been to me like an old friend, wating to go on a date
I guess all these years gone by mean nothing.......
Is it me or is it the guilt you feel?
I know I have done nothing wrong, yet I feel worthless
I ask for Mercy from you as I get another sleepless night
I do not love you anymore, just a manic attack
Making me feel those helpless feelings again, those frozen ideas
in my head, wanting you, touching you
Despising you all the while, our sexless love affair
In my mind, I fight daily for my dream , that will never come
You not being with me, it does not exist, but I still think of you
It is so merciless and yet so happy to be rid of you
All those years of mental torture, pain and sorrow, bottled up
Ready to explode like an orgasm at any time.......
You have hurt too much and gone too soon.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 27 september 2012
Tomorrow
I have asked you many times to go with me
To a different place where we can flourish
Today is still not fresh; it longs of old images
I feel haunted and discouraged
I feel six shades of blue
Do you even understand my despair with this situation
Are you clinging to the hope that I will change my mind
Bring back the old me and stay for some more abuse and
Hunger for your touch which is no more
I want to go to tomorrow; where there the clock ticks and time
moves on like a marching band
Tomorrow may never come
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 25 september 2012
Bullseye
You spew your vengence at me; to me
Like a wild asp, winding around the wicked vine
Did I not give you life
And bring breath to your ticker tape world
I see bits and pieces of your father seething out of your mouth.
SO angry; SO foul
You are so sad and you make me your victim
So skilled at making me your mark
I am your craft, your rendition of pain
Wind down the road to nowhere
We all have our secrets, but yours are not sweet, they kill
Like your fathers did; You called me a whore, the ultimate streetwalker, a dollar and a dime
You stab me like a double edged sword
You were a baby once, I touched your cheek to mine
Now I feel the singe, Do you hate me, do you wish me dead
I feel the coldness in your voice
I surmise your intentions
I lie down and surrender
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 22 september 2012
Our Oddessy
I tried to talk to you today, again
It was like an echo coming 'round and 'round
Why is it so difficult to get through to someone
You are always in the attack mode
Waiting to pounce and pronounce
I live in a world of sequestered silence and lonliness
A world of your treason; but I never turned my back on you til now
It has been 14 years of head games but you rolled the dice on me
Being with another woman broke my heartstrings; as you are not with me
Why must you urge the pain to surface so horrifically
Ane when ask, say a simple sentence to try and quench my need for knowledge
I don't know if you have a heart at all
You glide over things , like water glides over a rock
The pain has become to much to bear, I feel hollow
Longing for an easy out; no way to get in anymore
No trust, a factor that should provide safety
Please let me wander; for my heart can take no more
Alone
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 9 september 2012
Ode to my Master
Standing at Deaths door, you played the odd's , like playing Russian Roulette.
Fooling everyone, even yourself; All those years gone by
In a swift sound barriar instant
Why do you hurt our children so and make their pain so real?
So oblivious to their needs as you were to mine
You have passed through the circular saw window, leaving your scars on us, never to return again
Not to say hello or goodbye
Your daughter grieves for you in a fairytale dollhouse
Your son, a recluse among his own friends and family
No one knew that day, your plan to carry our your last act of unmercy
Must we continue to suffer
Shall we lie down in fields of clover and pass amongst the rest
We remember you, like a flicker of light
In a flourescent bulb going out one last time
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 september 2012
My friend Kristen
You lived your life as if it were always Christmas Day; your birthday
With your paper mache' mask on
Always making me wonder if you were really my friend
You decorated everything and took advantage when you had no advantage at all
Your pyramid and tomb waiting for you, your eyes like Cleopatra
For your eternal resting place
You fooled us all
How was I to know your tears were not even wet?
The roses blooming in your yard were stagnet like your life
Did you enjoy stringing me along in the clothesline of life?
I cried for, I bled from my heart; my holidays saddened by your exit
My godchildren crying in despair and noone to soothe the pain
Where are we to go; how far must we walk in our worn out shoes?
I will always miss you, you helped me through this blizzard of life
But now, you have taken yours, I am still crying for you after so many years
My best friend committed suicide in November 2002.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 september 2012
Lovers
The long goodbye; like taking a puff off your last cigarette
Where do all the young lovers go?
Being so lonely after the affairs of the heart end
On the turnstyle of life, round and round
Their heads spinning with the lack of desire
Felt from days gone by
Lustful dreams; broken memories
The lament of love songs still ringing in their ears
Of what was said to each other
It is a sad thing, this forlong love
The break-up of destiny
Lost forever, only to meet in a back alley street some moonlit night
Under a starry sky-why must it be so hurtful, can't I just let it go?
Move along and find another
Or was He the only man of my years?
Please tell me there is good and plenty
Do not tease me or test me; for I am heart broken
And have no love to call my own
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 4 september 2012
Addiction
He cannot say that he loathed the darkness, it helped him to relish the light......
Though he may have desired a long dreamless slumber
Lies and truth battles in a dance for control
He was in a keen state of his disease
He wrote, erased and re-wrote his own demise
He sought redemtion, even though, half heartedly
In the end he held on to his pain
Clutching it, feeling it, it dictated his short life; 29 years on the spinning ball
He was not of my kind, I felt his heartbeat in time with mine, tho.
Are we not in love with dispair?
I did not know you my cousin, my friend
But I know you, I was almost there once.
Rest in Peace, in the loving hands of GOD
I see you in the prisms of my tears.
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Weronika
Martwa ale z wyjątkiem strzelistych bluźnierstw.
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:) Dobranocka:)
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kb
chwilą... jedyną :))
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nie zabraknie :))
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Ale żeby po otwarciu świetlistych powiek, nie
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są też elementy urbanistyki i infrastruktury
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dzięki, pozdrawiam
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Jest dla mnie wszystkim:)
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Jaga
Przymrozki zapowiadają ;)) Kwitnąca czereśnia
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