The Healing

We’ll be healed

We’ll be fine

Once we’re done

With all the cryin.

Cross the days

Count the nights

This very darkness

Will be our light.

I feel the future

Together life renewed

We’ll get through this

Just me and you.

-Ramona Arena 2016

Of Fairytales and…

Stupid girl

Gullible fool

Can you not see through

What he’s trying to do?

It’s the oldest trick

Experience can’t hide

He won’t take no

It’s a matter of pride.

So stop being daft

Prancing in your bubble

This unicorn’s a dragon

He’s good at nothing but trouble.

Stop listening

To all he says

Use the brain you’re given

Don’t be another number in his bed.

– Ramona Arena 2016

 

Traumatic Progression To Nothing

For every gift I was given,

To find out – like Santa – the giver was fiction.

For every promise carefully packaged

To arrive broken; faster than UPS Express could deliver.

For all the times my rusty window was forced open

Stripping even the hollowness out of the hollow.

There’s nothing now for anyone and so it shall stay-

Useless, barren and bare.

Oh wait- there’s only one thing that lingers

The stench of morbid despair.

-Ramona Arena 2016.

 

Games (Part 2)

Used on repeat

Deceived each time

Pitifully dumb

Their loyalty stays blind.

 

This disease, this herd mentality

All they do is suffer

Believing various Gods

Will miraculously make it better.

 

Sacrifice a child,

Marry a tree

Pollute mother nature

With your sins in her purity.

 

Only this,

Will rid you off your karma

Poverty is your destiny

Surrender your money, with your daughters.

 

Imbeciles!!!

Driving us all to doom

Believing in tradition

Unable to fathom the very anthem they croon.

 

They stay trapped in their misery

Frustrated and lost

Dripped in hypocrisy

This damage is beyond cost.

 

-Ramona Arena 2016

 

**DISCLAIMER: This poem does not reflect on any country, party, organization or corporation, religion or any other such thing in particular. It is an artistic expression of thought – as all my other writing is.

 

 

Games (Part I)

They been playin

Playin dirty

Dirty with minds

Minds they keep illiterate

On a tight leash they’ve kept disguised.

 

Foolish thoughts encouraged,

Have led to fragile times.

Impulsive, emotional reactions,

Never thought through with a rational mind.

 

What about the repercussions?

What about the damage?

What about shameless absurdity?

What about their crimes?

 

Who dares ask such questions

Big bucks and powers allied

Quickly silence their voices,

Arrest them, rape their wives.

 

Democracy is an illusion

They can never let it thrive

How will they ever benefit

Through harmony and equal rights?

 

So beasts and wildlings’ve been bred

For a majority of free willed votes.

They’ll gulp down anything without a doubt

Like unsuspecting, to-be-slaughtered goats.

-Ramona Arena 2016

 

**DISCLAIMER: This poem does not reflect on any country, party, organization or corporation, religion or any other such thing in particular. It is an artistic expression of thought – as all my other writing is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Far May I Go?

‘How far may I go?’

I ask my mind.

‘Seeing how

You confine yourself physically

To the parameters of a walled box,

Not very far I’m afraid’

It said.

 

‘How far may I go?’

I asked my heart.

‘Seeing how

You confine yourself emotionally,

Torturing and blaming yourself for love’s evasive existence,

Not very far I’m afraid’

It said.

 

‘How far may I go?’

I then asked my soul.

‘Seeing how

You confine yourself spiritually,

To the earthly limitations of humanity,

Not very far I’m afraid’

It said.

 

‘How far may I go?’

I finally asked God.

‘Seeing how

You are so desperate to believe,

In my existence, in justice, in miracles and hope,

Not very far I’m afraid’

Said… ?

-Ramona Arena 2016

Birthday Verse (written for a dear friend)

From my heart to you:

 

Stand under the rays

Of the sun with open arms.

Surrender with eyes shut tight,

Heart open wide.

Let the light of purity,

Heal every nook and cranny;

Evaporate anything that lays buried or hidden,

Which is no longer of benefit to you.

Let the light of love

Fill any holes

Without even letting you know,

They were bare.

Let the light of forgiveness

Beam upon you kindly

As you allow the light,

To penetrate your soul,

Purify your mind.

Release it all,

With deep breaths of sweetness,

Everything you possess,

Except the peace

Which causes you to smile.

Accept the love,

Dance in the blessings.

The sun shines for you dearest,

With all her might!

Get drunk with gratitude

Let it be your light,

So even if the sun does set,

You’ll sail through every tide!

-Ramona Arena 2016

 

Fight (Meant to be read to the ticking of a clocks hand – seconds)

Breathe

Fight

Try

Fight

To be heard

And seen

Accepted

Dream

It’s a fight. Fight.

Walk

Fight

Work

Fight

Love

Fight

Honesty

Fight

Fuck it all

Insane

Insignificant

A game

It’s a fight. Fight.

-Ramona Arena 2016

 

 

Can you hear me now?

We hopped on board

To take a trip

Where chameleon skies

Left us mesmerised.

The sailing was smooth

The salt cleansed our skin

With breezes warm and gentle

Good times would finally begin.

The tides had changed

To the whims of the moon

What should have been a symphony

Was now a mere tune.

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear what I’m saying?

Without the dignity

Of coming to a halt

I was thrown overboard

Convinced it had to be my fault.

Not even the respect

To give me a why

Your boat sails on the water

I drowned in, as I cried.

The tides had changed

To the whims of the moon

What should have been a symphony

Was now a mere tune.

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?

Can you hear what I’m saying?

-Ramona Arena 2016

Gotta Get Out

All of the things we tell ourselves
To sleep at night.
People we meet throughout the day
They put up a fight.
So many things we say and do,
Emotions run high.
All of the things we tell ourselves
To sleep at night.
Gotta get outta here somehow
Gotta get out.
My mind, my mind
It brews such lies
It keeps me down
Since you’re not around.
You lit the fire
A venomous stew
It’s all I’m left with
Possessed, consumed.
All of the things we tell ourselves
To sleep at night.
People we meet throughout the day
They put up a fight.
So many things we say and do,
Emotions run high.
All of the things we tell ourselves
To sleep at night.
Gotta get outta here somehow
Gotta get out.
-Ramona Arena 22/2/2016