Seletiva - Selective

Nenhuma Suruba (mental ou corporal)

Vamos aqui,

No livrinho procurar,

O que eu falei e não quero falar.

“Okay, você venceu, Batatas Fritas.”

~A minha liberdade de escolha é,

Bem seletiva.

Já a de alguns outros,

So depende de uma vír-gula.~

Repare,

Nem todos sentem gula.

“Inpiraçao” vazia,

Melhor ler a bula.

Inspiração, Inspiração,

Você nunca me deixa na mão...

Ou deixou? 
Para quê tanta confusão?

E para tantas coisas servem as mãos,

Pense outra vez,

Para não usar em vão.

Tu as usa para teus talentos,

Ou para tua frustração?

No meu caso aqui,

Em con-texto são as duas,

Escrevendo frustracão.

E as tuas?

Qual a tua conclusão?

Trepando no banheiro,

Ou com piadinhas no meio do salão,

Virou tudo uma grande suruba,

Quem disso faz coração?

Abra roda,

Senta aqui.

Falemos TODOS abertamente,

Sobre tudo que está ali.

Não precisa embalar com véus,

Nem dizer que ensinou-me a amar,

Assim.

~O Amor, pulsa dentro do meu peito,

E ele Vive em mim...~

-Djanine

NOW, CLICK ON THE WORD -FUCK- BELLOW.

AN INDISPENSABLE LESSON!

THAT'S MY GRANDMA'S, Luzinete Assunção, MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD REALM.

ENJOY IT.

Djanine Assunção

P.S.

SHE MEANS IT!

December 11th 2023

Carriage - Carruagem

Carriage

Wine sweet wine,

No truth is told in cruelty,

They’ve told you fragments of lies and,

Lies can’t be whole, here.

Where there is torment,

There is also judgment.

Who is the judge though?

Observing or believing so?

They help themselves,

You help me,

I left them free,

What is it worth to me?

Veils are beautiful only be-cause,

They look for something in them.

Not in them,

For as long it’s identified elsewhere, browse.

Regardless of sides,

Crying some days,

Tears are washing old notions,

Love isn’t cruel, Truthful it may…

~My language is Love,

My touch is gentle,

My approach relentless,

For I know Whom I want…~

Eventful.

I’ve seen it all,

Not all through your eyes yet,

Saved it for Love,

Saved it for Complementing,

Without taking it from you, Above.

Fast or Slow,

Love you, Love to Feel,

‘What-ever’ you call Love…

Bullying me twists of partials stories,

Not new.

Transmitting Ideas and Hiding others,

So only they can see,

The Love between you and me,

 But not us, aqui…

Controversy to sabotage,

“Miracles” of mirage,

For the chocolate We spoke of,

Hasn’t been made yet,

Carri-age.

Nothing more unkind to the heart yet,

I can Think of plenty of unkindness,

Plenty of candles,

Wanting the same,

They dream of taking from me,

But I have no name…

Not knowing I’ve given equally,

Have they?

Have He?

Have you kept your heart clean,

When they weave to torture me?

Wanting nothing,

Saying nothing,

Justification for explanation,

Remember, vultures can’t sing…

-Djanine