the stolen poem

edited byyolanda mora

including works by hailey wjen sjolund robin soiliorstaci welch marian webb

autumn issuethe stolen poem

edited by

yolanda moraincluding works by

yolanda mora p4

soilior p60

jen sjolund p66

hailhailey w p68

staci l. welch p70

marian webb p74

robin p76

online magazine by

susana martinez

titulos: UTTERLY CURED DOLL LEAVING IS MY LUCK BETTER THAT A BAROMETER ALL LIFE LYING OR UGLIER THAN PJ HARVEY OR GO DIE HERE. necesito gatos negros , muñecas rotas, cabañas, espacios cerrados como cajas.... dark boxes, books boo!and the exhibitionist, pero ese te lo adjunto.... come on! arte como sea.... escribiendo sobre ti. y sobre mi. what happened to us en mieres?

WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED


1992, en nochevieja, plena anorexia


Down raising

From the heart came a compromise

from the awoken morning mind the refuse

How can a man be so insensitive and cruel?Once you've asked you expected to hear a good answer.Do I realy have to believe nature is against my peace of mind,mmy intimacy or my shynness

All of them act like torturers

offending

it's a warcan I feel safer being stronger?

How do I get the world in order?

wisdom from suffering, attachment and fear

ggiving birth to a love goddess who feels abused

how can i take it better ?trust instinct and let go

learn from experience and expand the soul

human condition has to transform debris in divinity

and trust love

2010 soilior


2010 soilior

soiliorautumn issue

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Blind for witches

I've asked for the hookworm to be removed

I am an old grumpy one

cab't hear can't see can't act, cannot think clearly and don't know the feeling that arises and drives me mad

so I talk and chat chat chat

everyone's bored to death with the dead chat

cannot pass the insecucannot pass the insecurity and seek control of my life

My image of lush

My smile of sunshine

My intelligence of soham

what I've done and what I've seen

Mountains, valleys, rivers and shores

Who I know and who cares for me

Lies and lies and lies and liesLies and lies and lies and liesbecause I don't see what they see

And they laugh at my lies

And i'm angry yet unmutable unmuted for ever

And it's all a big whole in the stomach wall

Mucose pierced and a crater that throws black lava

A fountain of sorrow of the entaged sort

WWill sit and meditate on my right side

hoping for a friend to bare the river of black lava

and reach to me

and stop the flow with the hand on my lower chest

and unhook the terrible latch

2010 soilior


Humor through it allcorner with a candle, by night

I sing my sensitive skin

superficial and arrogant

tender and deep

viceversa

i sing and joi sing and joke

i'm surrounded by jerky ghosts

they provoke and enjoy the spontaneous ambient

but i'm keen on keep it up

and i go down to my aching complaints

and regret i'm not wiser and fancier and clever and able

and keep it up

oovercritical and overdefensive

ashame and guilty

like a christian choir girl

that knows her own sins

and forgives others

but does not want to admit she is who she is

and doesn't want to know she is not what she isn't

so the unkind ones mso the unkind ones may bant and bark but she wants to be alone

and then she wants to be with them

one of them

one with them

atone with them

autumn issue

2010 soilior

the stolen poem

2010 soilior

torture on a safe bed

I'm asleep and dreaming, and an old enemy grabs my switch

he turns it on and off

on and off

once again

I'm awake and his hands slides in between my thights

he has the he has the ability to hate women

on and on

on and on

whatever makes me weak, vulnerable and sore

he switches it on

my negligence

just sharing a human nature

"she lies""she lies"

i haven't found yet a being who does not pretend or deceit or lie

i haven't punish anyone for it but i am punished

on and on

on and on

karmic release is to abandon those who you love

to seek a higher purpose


Humor through it all

corner with a candle, by night

I sing my sensitive skin

superficial and arrogant

tender and deep

viceversa

i sing and joi sing and joke

i'm surrounded by jerky ghosts

they provoke and enjoy the spontaneous ambient

but i'm keen on keep it up

and i go down to my aching complaints

and regret i'm not wiser and fancier and clever and able

and keep it up

oovercritical and overdefensive

ashame and guilty

like a christian choir girl

that knows her own sins

and forgives others

but does not want to admit she is who she is

and doesn't want to know she is not what she isn't

so the unkind ones mso the unkind ones may bant and bark but she wants to be alone

and then she wants to be with them

one of them

one with them

atone with them

2010 soilior


jen sjolundautumn issue

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autumn issuethe stolen poem hailey w

To my Dearling, Yolanda Mora

Doble en el césped de luscious

conmigo mi Dearling,

haremos a Angels

juntos como Sonreímos

en el uno al otro ojos.

FFold into the luscious grass

with me my Dearling,

We shall make Angels together

as we Smile

into one another's eyes.

Debemos encontrar nuestro propio Amor

Dentro de propios los corazones mitad-latir que

ggolpean aparte el Viejo

hacer sitio a de

nuevo usted y él o ella.

We must find our own Love

Within our own half-pulsating hearts

beating apart the Old

to make room for anew

yyou and he or her.

Nosotros entonces nos tomaremos de la mano mi Poetress,

mi Pintor como loco Brillante,

el Bailarín en la Cabeza

estará en las Manos

& las Manos Unirán

en Nuestros Cielos.

WWe will then join hands my Poetress,

my Madly Brilliant Painter,

the Dancer in my Head

will be in my Hands

& Our Hands Shall Join

in Our Heavens.

Copyright 2010 Trixy

StaStacy L. Welch, J.D.

(All Rights Reserved)


Amamantar egoísta las Almas

Our Selfish

Suckling Souls

Cannot be Held,

justo no pueda

(just cannot).

OnOnly Rarely

are Ours meant

to Mate Life,

Compañero de vida

(Life Mate).

Obstacle

is the possible

Not Not at All,

quizá sólo aire

(maybe only air).

Obsolete Destitude,

¡Todo el Destitude!

Copyright 2010

TTrixy/Stacy L. Welch, J.D.


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