Thursday, May 26, 2016

In and out the shaded Creek 
   Frolicking spaces, where rock bottom embodies her ineluctable reign
Higher, and higher, Life takes her form.
fruiting, falling, leaving tenderness out to play
Bundles of movement now taking their grip
only so long until, once again, the Creek is lit
Spiders dance in mothers lace
Bees, seem silent, indulging in next day's pace 

rock bottom, rock bottom 
Take me in
Avoiding their sound 
   As we solemnly sing 

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Understanding the Misunderstood's (2)

You know the feeling of being scared that your uncontrollable unconscious mind will inevitably fall out of the strong uncontrollable gravitational pull love fuffills  in that moment that feels so rich and full, but never perminanent, 
but good
definitely good.
With you, well even if it wasn't you, since the universe has layed out such an intense, acute interest in our bond aswell, it seems accurate to admit that the world benefits from our bond just as much as we do, which passes boundaries we cannot define  within our own two physical limits. 
And no, no point ever has to be proven to outsiders because every single distraction from what was claimed to be as the 'right' answer simultaneously submerges. The key to the naked inevitable truth. 
The beautiful, untouchable tool to beauty itself, is being able to serve it with a side of wisdom, and if you sprinkle some intellect 
Wells that's all three, consider it a fucking party. 
But parties got old when the only thing that seemed right became new. 
show me more
There is no power in this world as the one in the serenity of truth and baby expose my colors in the dead of light, 

     I want the whole fucking world to know. 

- Carolina Cancela

Monday, April 4, 2016

The ripe Cherry Tree

and even in the simplest sound of your tone
Resentment and desire reaching an equivalence 
May there still be the presence of the deranged principle in lust 
As to how I am now catering to my current chaos, adding the disdain in regard 
reflecting my past, resenting my future 
Then quickly refreshed by the mastering of the affluent, Western ways. 
Damn you. 
Yes that tone, the one you season like snowflakes, honoring the splitting disposable, fault of mankind, at rest 
Yet now awakened 

But baby I was a fool, just a fool. 
-C.C.

Monday, March 28, 2016

It was almost scary to watch 
Cause how could something so clear be misunderstood so well 
As how the stairs to wisdom are so appreciated when they lead to more destruction than you pleading now on your knees 
You have love, I have appreciation 
Only within myself, validation. 
It's delightful, yes 
    "The life of no hesitation" 
Baby rest your head 
And even when he stood misunderstood
My eyes convinced his confusion into being something forsaken 
He can't run forever 
I've always been here. 
He knew. 

-C.C.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Going Growing

Where would my heart be in another place and time 
Follow the leader has never felt so out of line
I slide slowly out of your frame 
But never out of your mind 

Let it burn baby, yes the fire 
it feels nice
I told you I liked coal, only making his heart set on wood
Come on baby, I said I wanted to burn.
No, Don't bring out the green shrubbery, for I could go on and grow my own.
Yes wrap it up, and then throw it under the Christmas tree with the rest of your shit
Burn, baby burn. 

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Sequel

And maybe I'm in over my head 
And I'm more attracted to the game and the things we would do in 
stead 
The thought spins loosely over my head 
This is the darkness you said you hated yet maliciously fed 

Why contemplate to leave or stay 
I want your attention, but know what you are capable of taking away 
    "let go and go take on the world."
Yet aware that your worst downfalls are personally scored 

so Don't look so loosely to my side 
No lad thinks nearly for that span of time 
Of course, you intending for an innocent fumble
I can hear your voice dance as she discretely mumbles 

feeling you grab me when you're the furthest away, the air may be busy but there isn't a moment I don't feel your love in the most passionate way 
And I know I know 
You must do what is just 
But now to differentiate what I want and what is lust 
 

Friday, March 4, 2016

forbidden fruit

And there's this boy I love
The one known for being next door 
He enchants with his words
Yet takes my breath away in his silence 
He knows the others are as timid as his perceived unapparent flaws 
In return his speech pushes past all regularly accepted laws 

And there's this boy I love
The one known for having it all
They whisper of his appearance 
And want to know the stories of how his eyes have seen it all 
We giggle and smirk, just as the fools 
Yet they nod indefinitely, for he knows he has set the rules 

And there's this boy I love 
His words say he's conquered it all
And his lover by his side, confirming the confidence in the art of his law
as he runs through the labyrinth we know as his head 
I want to be in there, found standing on the outskirts instead 
His smile humble, eyes more intense than a bull 
For, love beautifully; that was his rule 

I love the beauty you preach in your word
It's everyday this beast is found running against the herd 
His heart beats as fast as his eyes 
I would tell him to feel something, he'd still find something to despise 
Maybe in your labyrinth there will become awareness of the others
But it's too often he confidently lists his lovers
No wonder I choose rather to be an admirer than a lover 
The outskirts don't compare to the constant recover
What's better beauty or pain? 
You make me feel both
So I guess I'll choose insane. 

-C.C.