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My Muse Died Today

a journey of love and freedom
a bumpy story of a child
a story of homelessness

João Filipe Reis

Pages 1 to 10 -First poem is a dedicatory to Mary Ann Lee from Seattle, Washington, who, with immense love, proof-read my poems

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My Muse Died Today

J F REIS

a journey of love and freedom
a bumpy story of a child
a story of homelessness

Hi, Mary Ann, How is our forest today? The wind through the leaves A moment of silence A shuffle somewhere A scuffle nearby No! We relax . . . Perhaps a bird, splashing the wings in a pothole Sometimes stopping all movements Or caught up in a tic, head up, then Head leaning to the right, to the left Ridiculous in only one eye stare As a bird can be Relaxed again, we have . . . Only another second, less or more . . . And in the air Against the bright side of some clouds Thousands of starlings fluxing, correcting the alphabet Time over time, again and again, without possible count Going back and forward, opening and closing the dictionary In constant brushed circles Unsuccessful each time Unsatisfied with the calligraphy . . . Thank God! Wonderful! For our delight!
	The shadows of those who pass by
The shadows of those who pass by Draw lines, shapes, silhouettes . . . They go . . . Did they ever come? Only the pieces left behind A word A touch A whisper Or a life . . . but how If the shapes are not there anymore?
	I saw a flower
I saw a flower Was I dreaming? It came with the wind The rain in vain Tried knocking her petals down I saw the rose She had the colours of my heart The sublime scent I closed my eyes A touch took my dream away The rose smiled to me I could not see why She said good-bye Nothing more happened The night covered my dreams But each time I woke up I had my body swathed By her scent.
	Life awakes
Life awakes It does not wait for us . . . even time Gaps in the dark . . . light in the space . . . No one . . . you!
	Oh! Triangular conjugation
Oh! Triangular conjugation Burning my guts Behind a cold sombre Moon Oh! Sure of insanity Desire, passion, tenderness Please, God, help me To come down to Earth Let a volcano explode Let me drink inside you And get pregnant of this love . . .
	I want your love
I want your love And my love being with you My love, give me your hands Feel my body And see how beautiful it is Now close your eyes and I see you, your smile . . . I know you still see me
	Water, the wind
Water, the wind Whirls to the ground Souls playing evens and odds Berths, cots left wide alone Images, passions, one single foe What one cannot see Only words rap-tie two souls . . .
	In the morning
In the morning, twice the bells tolled And her hair whirling in the wind Came not that day Came not that night Was that a shadow Or the princess of a fairy tale?
	Dreamers
Dreamers dream About golden dreams
	Keep up with the world, my love
Keep up with the world, my love Choose a free village, a last home, walls in the sky . . . And I, the subject of no ending maintenance I implore you . . . Show me your trembling side Your day, your night, and your freedom That bit digging deep from death . . . Please, let me make you go astray . . . Let me trail you, see you free of past-bugs Stop! Anywhere . . . any place where you can feel my fingers, my eyes . . . Or a dice, a tide, a ship . . . a turn All, both, casting away . . . but you still smiling . . . Oh! How imaginary my soul dives to feel the ground of those walls In each a sole love, my last port, my immense infinite . . . A berth . . . remember the beginning A bed . . . innocent lovers The woman . . . not the word.
	Our time
So many moments cried murmurs Said - forgotten - unregistered So . . . so . . . each sound each feeling Love . . . pain and no pain Absence arrival - departure No flight - disappearing into the horizon It's no time . . . the jump in time The absurd of wholeness . . . deep in the deep Going through the Ave Maria of Ecstasies Freely soaring clear skies . . . The melody of the universe-heart-moulded My love deep diving, senses loose in you Clears me of waking alone - remote Thanks me, my eyes opening seeing you My-you exchanging no-vain bodies-spirits Burning lava in one caldron Ever full up . . . ever forever Bring us - keep us in that our tune Only our time . . .