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The death of the other she


She had it each time she leads a fight

She felt it inside each time fighting the night

She held to it each time she had to exclude her feelings

She had to let it go and do differently her dealings.


There was a white and a brown wolf inside her since long ago,

Although a white one seems friendly, he showed himself as a foe

And a brown wolf is nothing less than the white one seemed he was

A brown wolf seems bad, but he follows the nature’s laws.


The white one calmed her, but the other was making her alive

She had to give up one, she wanted the battle to survive

And white is a colour such women never wear

Darkness and bitterness are things such women inside bare.


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The word she didn’t know


Even though often one grabs the chance to say it
the thought of it made her mostly too early to quit
she didn’t know what tone it had when spoken
she have heard of it only when its parts are broken.

A warrior they say mostly runs alone
a warrior doesn’t want to be in any kind owned
a warrior runs first, she wasn’t born to follow
a warrior must learn his bitterness in loneliness to swallow.

Such warrior keeps his fear as a friend
such warrior has no right and time to bend
such warrior – she couldn’t anything else to be
such warrior may never know the sound of ‘we’.

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The Raven’s comeback


The year was passing by

and she still stares outside the window each night

when each day ends she would ask herself:

“For what would I the next morning fight?”


And as she stood this evening on the street

with all her lust gone away

she looked the sky, the stars, the street lights

she searched in her heart will to pray.


She came home along the road alone

and searched in her room for some stroke of faith,

as she found nothing she looked outside the window scared

it was the Raven only, but for her Hope he held the keys of the gate.


The Raven only stared into her glowing

although hopeless, the Raven knew on the inside she is burning,

she wiped her tears and said: “I shouldn’t throw you away,

a man, I should have known, has his whole life for learning.”


The Raven stood on her shoulder

as in the darkness she started writing,

it seemed the bird was her only friend

while she was writing reasons for her next fighting.

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A poet is a warrior


She got stuck while trying to stay out of the riddle
Her wishes, her hopes, her everything is trapped there in the middle.
To speak out, or write down – she already told all the stories
Yet, she keeps it simple, no glamour, no riches, no glory.
Still, when a loner keeps pace on his road only with his traces left behind
To learn from his lessons, and trust no one he should have in mind.
Life is a hard road to take if you don’t have good shoes on
Once you allow yourself to think you have it all, it could all be gone.
She learned a lot, and yet she still has the will to fight
Only now, she is ready to conquer, she wants this time a bigger bite.
Roulette might be dangerous, but so as chess if you don’t know the rules
But a poet knows those thinking to know a lot are the biggest fools.

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Trust is like a mirror, you can’t fix it if it’s broken!


She putted too much effort in keeping her one and only face

And although restless she fought, she had to give up the race.

People walk around talking about others, caring for things

She sees only self destructive minds, while she the warning alarm rings.

And than she remembered real warriors always get their time to rest

To take care for their needs, since their soul already too long fests.

She took a mirror, set by the window with her coffee and a piece of paper

She saw her reflection and remembered all disappointments that many times raped her.

She looked back for a while and tried to hold on to a name worth enough

She only saw herself walking the road, and no one to hold her in the arms tough.

A warrior gets a title in the end, he becomes hero, but he may be without a friend

And battles have only thought him, a real winner knows when the head not to bend.


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It is not a fight until you fight alone

It is not a fight until you fight already blown

It is not a fight if you have support

It is not a fight if you wait for someone in court.

Demons one can have in the heads are only bugs

Demons are bigger in deficiency of hugs

Demons can try to steal your soul

Demons will then in their own grave fall.

True winner fights with pure heart

True winner has back up plans again to start

True winner never plays games behind closed door

True winner knows when not to ask for more.

Stand for the one whose eyes seemed at least for once real

Stand for that one until you still have time to make a deal.

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The fighting


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The game of yin and yang


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My own pilgrimage


She had needs, wishes and will to do

But I stopped her, I said there is no place for two.

In those moments she needed nothing but support

Although she had the mission and time pretty short.

So I may pushed too much, but she needs to be stronger

It may take a while, it won’t be over night, certainly longer.

She said to keep quiet her desires

Until gets bigger his inner fire.

Regardless the time and the victims on the way

The essence of existence will not faint or go gray.

It is a bond before never seen

In the absence one on other to lean.

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Why don’t you fight?

I could say thousands of bad words

To show you are only part of the herd

But I feel rather with you and I am giving you hand

For me is not an issue, I am stable even as I bend.

Don’t you feel some anger coming from within

Isn’t your tolerance border getting somehow thin

Don’t you have the urge to raise your voice against your tears

Don’t you find the will to fight against your deepest fears?

You are not he, she or they

And yet you are one each moment, each day

Put yourself aside and only observe

We are only living vibrancy, could be round or curve.

But once you feel stucked into your own brain cells

And your lifetime story becomes created by someone else

Find some will and raise from the ashes

Start fighting and you’ll see the light flashes!

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