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| Natasha Turner |
ESCUCHA MI An outrageous blow of wind Stole away my vivid blue petals Its name was fear. I empowered it over me. Now I feel naked So numb and cold Shivering in the hottest sun rays Searching for your electricity waves. I have become a shadow Roaming alone at nights Missing your sensuality Craving for your touch. Fear I fight you I’ll sail on stormy seas If that is what it takes To bring you back to me. Let me once again feel you Every minute of the day Give it one more try baby I need you to stay. TO MY MOTHER, CARMEN You were my river That carried away all my burdens, That’s because you’re pure, mother. You were my wind That carried away all my dust, That’s because you’re strong, mother. You were my moon That lightened my darkness, That’s because you’re aware, mother. Now I can swim in the river Without drowning. I can fly with the wind Without being carried away. I can travel the night Without fearing darkness. Showing gratitude, Offering love, Thanking you Are the least things I can do, Hope that I’ll be that special plant That has mostly flowered with you. So proud of you BE MY BLUBIRD TODAY I compare our relationship To a rippling dream With horizons full open. I compare our relationship To a sensational dance Filled with aromatic rhythms. You have revived What was lost in me The shadows of fear shallow When you keep me close to you, And whisper that you miss me. Read and feel my lines See how my heart shines Be my bluebird today Sing to me in every way. THE SUN ROSE The sun rose, The waves bowed, Seagulls played the flutes, Seashells danced The rhythm of surrender. The beams of light Touched my heart, They glazed my soul. I had to surrender To the force of love And fly free as the white dove To reach your soul. LIFE’S CASTLE OF PAIN Brick By Brick With a lot of effort and care, I have built a mystical castle, A shelter from hatred and dare. A place where I could find Some rest of mind, Warmth love and peace Live peacefully at ease. A place, where I could Turn over a new leaf, Escape from this world Of ‘make belief,” By… Burying all the shame Forgetting all the pain, Killing the hunger For money, power and fame. However… When I closed the door To shelter myself there, This spiritual atmosphere changed Into something I could not bare. Death and mould Covered all the walls, Broken glass scattered On all the tainted floors. They must have fallen From the picture frames, Too much of a load For their rusty nails. Gangs of spiders gathered in corners Innocent insects were their prey, Their fragile bodies were devoured Too weak to get away. Their frustrating expressions So clear on their faces: “What have we done to deserve this? Why is life full of chases?” I felt lonely, I felt bad, All this emptiness around me Made me feel much more sad. I searched for some light, I searched for some hope, In this great darkness, I just could not cope. The doors transformed Into old prison bars, No chance for escaping Even if there were no guards. The key was transforming Into a vicious snake, My blood turned cold, My life was at stake. Numb with dying fears, Stony eyes with frozen tears, Caught up in a cave of despair, A terrible anguish I could not bare. The music, Yearning like a child in pain, Haunted the castle, With an air of disdain. I felt nervous, I felt tense, The air was choking me, It was getting too dense. My dream castle, Turned into a nasty web, I was losing my freedom, I felt caught in a trap. Striving for death to save me, From this dismal castle of pain, When once and for all free myself From an old rusty chain. Fly away To that mysterious place, Where the evil’ spirit Will loose its trace. Release myself From this damp soul, Scrub myself From this leachy coal. Gaze at the mirror And the reflection will be, One of peacefulness And spirituality. Lost in these faraway thoughts, I was suddenly struck by a flash of light, A supernatural atmosphere Took away my plight. The blood and broken glass vanished Beautiful flowers were everywhere, They danced, showing their colorful petals, A harmonious feeling caressed the air. The help I desperately needed Came to me with a melodic tune, It sang comfort and love, Warmed me with the sun of June. A kind of change came in my fate, I felt lighter, I felt free. Life took a different perception, I had found the lost key. A loud and deep voice startled me, Was I becoming insane? My heart was beating faster, A sensation I could not explain. It said: “Be of good hope And you shall live, Do not be afraid If love you give. If you trust in ME And start to believe, All the warmth you are lacking, You will receive. Take off the dark shades, Search for the light, I will give you strength To your endless fight. Never feel lonely, Never feel sad, Remember that I Will always be there. I have the medicine To your feeble soul, Change your attitude, Take a new role. Open your eyes Leave this empty dark cave, Love and believe in yourself And you will be saved. Not all that glitters is gold So do not be deceived, Read between the lines, You will be relieved This holy hour came To take away my grieve, This spiritual security, Made me feel innocent and naďve. I felt free From the mortal trait, This voice inspired me To regain my lost fate. I still need to be Strong to survive, But at least now I am happy, I am alive. THE BLACK ROSE Amist a beautiful garden , rainbow of colours , a fascinating rose stole the garden’s prose . It` s shadow , like enchanting magic , bewitched the others , they just stared and admired , it `s amazing natural powers . White satin beauty like a newly-wed bride a symbol of peace and serenity glowing with delight . It`s everlasting odour , a solution sweet invited many admirers for an unforgettable treat . A pure soul and in God`s grace a measureless desire to remain in His praise . With the glamour of a princess she greeted all with joy but also served as a guardian for anyone that can harm , annoy . However … She was not prepared for all the unpredictable . Did anyone tell her that nothing is unbeatable! She thought she could handle anything in her way . She thought that when the night passes she can easily call it a day . One unexpected morning She was prickled by a mysterious bee it sucked away all her nurture she felt no longer free . The white rose changed colour she turned into a ferocious black she felt so scared and fearful to regain her purity back . She felt quite different the world was blaming her , her colour was no longer fascinating her vision was too sour to bare . What did this bee do to her it changed her life so quick her senses felt like losing her she felt tremendously sick . No one tried to help her No one could understand everyone was avoiding her her presence they could not stand . But to me she remained always special , her painful leaves scattered in my heart, To my soul she will remain a protector, To my collection, a favourite work of art . |
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