Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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“ACHES”

Ellie belfiglio

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Pain screams.

It falls and streams.

“ACHES!!”

Hate gracefully breaks;

Claws into skin and wails!

Tearing skin with its nails.

People wail,

Seeing their flesh’s snail;

Falls and breaks;

But ignoring the aches.

A sliver of severed skin-

Slip silently, I’ve seen-

To the soft ground,

Then amazes so astound;

Explodes around!

And it is not found-

Till death finds its round!! …

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“God’s going to cut you down”

Reblog this for 2000 followers. Please read and enjoy the writing of a a very talented writer, my friend, John.

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God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash)

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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    God’s going to cut you down       (Johnnie Cash)

I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us  dead in the  heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left?

I told the preacher. I have sins. I have done most of the deadly seven sins and I never seeked peace or forgiveness. I was led by greed and I don’t believe God will  forgive the men who left only marks of greed, lust and drink. I loved the road more than love. I believe men who danced on fire stones of self-need and  he don’t believe in heaven or hell. Will know purgatory with loads of foolish men. The preacher thought…

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“VOICE OF APARTHEID”

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… I cry, I weep blood

Spilt on the parched earth

I am absorbed to nurture our children

I grow hope.

… I cry, I weep from gaping sores

My soul runs free from cages

I flee, the cinder tiger, the cage of law

Unjust justice.

… I cry, I weep flames

Fueled by ignorance, fanned by misunderstanding

Fires of the soul the night

Ashen silhouettes.

… I quench the fire of hatred

Smother the fuel, the renewable resource

I open wire doors, broken by the light

I dissolve pain.

… I open, I nudge

Keys to cages that turn with words

Hold with music bridges that lead to the winds of hope

The language of power!! …

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“GREY POWER”

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… If we caused a fire, I framed you

He’ll slip through your teeth my friend

Don’t have to take another opinion

Don’t have to break the glass inside my shell.

… Don’t have to be the cause of a failure

Though I live for second best

Made an underlined theory of changes

What to say when your grey power to all the rest.

… Listen to the sound of facet mime

Blistered by the threat of run down undermined

Your florid walls around me all the time

Eye walls penetrate the crumbling sky.

… Wet my bed for a faith healer

I had to cry but I laughed instead

No one has ever brought you to meet him

wandering eye passing through your head.

… She doesn’t know where he came from

So tired of the temperate life he lead

He’s got tonight to think about tomorrow

Saves a prayer for the thankless silhouette!! …

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Ellie

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“NOTHING TO WEAR”

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… Where do we go from here?

We have nothing to wear.

Since we undressed our mind

Yet feeling to us still bind.

Out of clouds’ hurt

Hindering the unity of birth!

Within hope of reunion on earth!

… Our love was from our heart

But my intellect said of plight!

If questioned this form of art

Which entangled itself in my heart!

The shelf of dust and rust

Was the fault of lust.

Within our love’s nest

That has settled like rest

Hovering overhead as best!! ...
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“EVENING IN MONASTERY GARDEN”

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… softly whispers the gentle evening breeze.

Silently the noon has crept away.

On the elm branches doves fold their silver

Wings, as monks they droop their

Heads to pray.

… Beneath the twilight lilac glow.

The angelus bell peels soft and low,

The Virgin prayer at parting day,

When friars chant their ave.

… A crescent moon behind the hill,

With inner calm I stand alone,

To breathe this holy solitude

Where peace had found a home!! …

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ELLIE

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“LADY”

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She comes alone in solitude and goes with others.

She visits graveyards, cemeteries, morgues and funerals.

her skin is pale against her black robes.

She is beautiful, yet do not stare into her eyes.

Her eyes are like an abyss of darkness that draw you in.

She commands the cold, the kind that creeps up your skin,

The cold, the kind that chills your heart into your bones.

She commands the darkness,

The kind that clouds your still chilled heart,

Darkness that clouds the mind,

Darkness that create nightmares.

She controls pestiferous which sweeps nation like plagues.

She rides a horse, pale as she named pestilence.

Her name is DEATH,

LADY DEATH!! …

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ELLIE

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