Saturday, February 4, 2012

Little Girl Lost

Imagine going through life without family to count on


Imagine going through life not having someone next to you day or night.


No love from a man who called himself father but whose memory of him


still lingers till this day. How he would come home and lift me whilst


swirling me around. Having a mother who treated her more like she


was a burden, perhaps, because one son had died when he was a baby but


was the right color, and another was completely blind , mute, and deaf forced to live


in an old people's residency until his death in his twenties.


Dreaming as a little child to remove her eyes and give him sight, but he was taken away


from her.


My young and precious mother who came to a cold country in search of the


utopian American dream neither of us achieved.

Unexpectedly, decades later, having to recover her lifeless body when she was but 51 years old in a state known for its unkind residents. A sudden and untimely death that I myself saw in dreams, but warned her about,yet, she did not listen to my cries. And whose last words to me were "don't worry things will get better."


This little girl became a beautiful young lady who fell madly in love in the country were bulls are slaughtered and where the sun also rises.


a first love whom she walked away from fearing


to live in a strange land.


Ending up in a marriage to someone so unworthy of her love and who scarred


her for a lifetime.


having a child who has never connected with her as a parent...and who has


preferred the very same parent who destroyed her dreams and youth. A child so filled with


resentment towards the mother who gave everything for him.


Even if I had to live with someone else just to put food on the table and help


give her child a private education just as she herself was fortunate


to have.


Breaking the chains that enslaved her to this ogre for over a fool's decade. The criminal of my


intellectual senses


Who prevented me from feeling loved and fatten like a lamb about to be


sacrificed to ensure no other

man would look upon her horrid body and wretched self.


However, a Svengali disguised as an Arthurian knight appeared miraculously


simply to take her all the way to the heavens and


made her realized that love was possible above all things to the point of Nirvana. Pure ecstasy he infused in all her pores...allowing her to faint in his arms as he carried her inside his golden chariot bound for the sun,


simply to allow her to burn like Icarus upon abandoning her in her throne while he chattered her heart into a zillion divine and miniscule pieces.


Bet you can't imagine living the life I have been living, can you?


At a tender age of 17 began a successful career that came tumbling down 15 years later after the death of my distant mother.


Pursuing a college degree when all odds were against her.


Now imagine the strength behind this little girl who reached for the stars.


Traveled the world. Became some sort of a national sensation throughout China.


Became a teacher and inspired many


Became a professor and continues to inspire those who do not believe in themselves


Continues to study to obtain her elusive Master's Degree [for the second time]


Learned how to speak 5 languages and a bit of Mandarin, Chinese to communicate with people who simply adored her.


Yet, Still struggles to survive...nobody around her caring to offer a hand... everyone listens yet nobody cares.


Yes, this little girl is me and she means a lot to me, for she has never ever given up and still has that smile that will never be broken... I don't allow anyone to hurt for she has slayed many foolish dragons, but inside this little girl lost dreams of being embraced and protected from harm while being held by the hand before then end of her time.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Rebirth





A new woman in me will soon

rise from the blackened ashes.

The roads are opening ever

so slowly and a new Dawn

commences even if my

eyes can not see due to

the prevailing darkness

Born not to be loved

it is I who must rid myself

of the demons who torment

my very existence to the point

of annihilation.

Rising above the waters

that have not cleansed my bleeding

wounds

the very same that contain the lethal shots

from the fool who viciously trapped

me in this God forsaken dungeon

of broken dreams and locked

aspirations whereby the monsters

who feed and devour my skin

will never satisfy their senses.

Soon the Phoenix will be liberated

for the dragon approaches.

Rebirth is my only option

Rebirth will lighten the shadows

of those whose demise will be so

certain.

And I exhale

Ahhhhhhhh

the venom dormant inside me

will devour all my desires

as the new moon

approaches.

Believe child of the

most divine

soon you will

feast whilst

angels flights

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Road to Oblivion






Road to Oblivion


They say it's not the destination

but the journey, however, this

is not always true as the journey

brings much more pain than

the actual destination we all

hope to reach:


while walking the pavement

in a city known for its grandeur

the chilling air enveloped my

body with untimely candor

Lost in the middle of familiar

avenues where my young feet

once ruled the steps that now

belong in the past

heading nowhere for I

kept no tract of each block

that I passed by with

one eye distorted

better yet blind

could not see what truly

lied ahead as I frightfully passed by

wanting to scream all

my troubles away

wondering how it had

been that I ended this way.

Reminded not to quit for

my journey soon too

will end.

Rejoicing to find the

correct path

home.

Realizing too

that all bad things

that come

sooner or later

are brought to a close

just as we bid the sunset

goodbye

only prevented myself

from flooding a cry

nor embracing the

fright that allowed me

not to despair.

The road once familiar

now lies forgotten

my mind once alert

is enslaved with forgetfulness

for a tyrant

has locked my illusions

away in the land of

the wolves who excitingly

roam street corners

yet my heart pounds

the foolish fools who

will open the path

that await the dawning of

my eternal and restful

oblivion

©ProfesoraLoaiza