From the book An
Honest Breath of a Dreamer by Petia Barzakova Mercado
Attention: All
Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2000 Petia
Barzakova Mercado
Title: An Honest
Breath of a Dreamer
Subtitle: a collection
of alleviating and awakening poetry for everyone
Subject: Contemporary
poetry
Length: 148 pages (8
½ x 11, Size 12, Arial)
Parts: 1. Oh, I get so inspired…
2. You eyes…
3. If I
could say one thing…
Sample poems from part
one:
I gaze at an endless sheet
of water
And divine air-blanket of
azure.
A drive to overcome
vibrates,
But the unshakable shore
hugs their ardor.
The waves wax and waiver,
One and then the next;
Crush against the scooping
seashore,
Float across my eyes
Then broken by the siege
ahead.
Inside the smallest wave
Glides my thrive to jump,
And along the highest shore
Reality engulfs my mortal
parts,
Inept to cross beyond to a
new start.
covered by a veil of dimness
pressed by heavy stillness
blown away by squealing
winds
and burned down by fiery
flames
i fall inside thirsty oceans
cross through fruitless
forests
dissolve in poisonous airs
my tear spills just a drop
of a flooded river
my weep sniffs just a note
of a mournful song
and the only place left to
go
exists right inside of me
so, i will sing stripping
cries
‘till the solitary sadness
dies
Unreachable
distant lights blink ahead
too
far for me to reach
and yet so deadly close
their blinding light
enslaves me
and I just can’t keep
from
running,
pushing,
stretching
I’m scratching with my
broken nails
across
an invigorating mirror
reflecting a simple door
an untouchable;
unreachable door
finally, one day I won’t
feel so lost
and
I will just reach and touch
a solid simple door
‘till this moment comes
I
might just stare at the ravishing colors
and wonder
How far…
How far…
black and white seems
everything around me
but
why I always dream of else,
while I hold something in my hand
I will know it…
I
will feel it…
I will believe it…
the moment I discover
my special purulent amulet
the blinking light…
—so alike—
they
are so alike
I will know
when
I am finished;
I will know
when I have found it
and the dust I grasped
through my fingers
every single grain spilled
I gazed at the sweeping
waste,
gasped my breath,
then an ailing sigh
blew away a silent puff
ashes spread around the
heavy air,
then faded away like every
other day;
frozen, I could only stare
and benumbed let it slip
away
then again the lifeless
night
took my empty hand
and sheltered me like a good
friend
after I bled and hurt
after misery latched onto my
glee
and secured her stabbing
hook
poisoned,
I gazed at the Birth
the Birth
of the incessant Death
she marched with her deafening
tombs
extracted my fire
buried my entire desire
then sucked away my
borderless cheer
and her chilly breaths froze
my heart
with chains of scorn and
regret
condemned me in walls of
fear
walls of remorse
then,
the libelous winds blew away
pieces of me
pieces of sand
a breathless silhouette of
sand
silent and mirthless
the grains just gaped apart
and destiny swore to never
come back
then nothing-
empty spaces
motionless stages-
my steps remained forsaken
footprints
and my lust a lonely thistly
rose
surviving far from here
scratching everything
and everyone
fighting to be left alone
stubborn as stone
vexatious as thorn
crying alone
alone, among countless
grains
and faceless sands
dying
in my helpless hands
My lust enrages out of
dreadful poison,
Drained away my latest dare
Driven to surrender,
But not just here…
Countless silent steps along
his vow,
But not anymore,
Not anymore…
A door undims;
A door unwinds
And vacillating I astray
across the gate
Flit and smash my past.
I am just beneath the sun,
But heat sucks my zest away.
Then I blow a cooling
breath,
But my dripping sweat
Dries my skin, instead.
So long…
I am gone…
Down this claustrophobic
corridor
A door just emerged wide
open
And her daisy draws my feet
Closer,
And closer…
The principles of time;
The memories in time
Betrayed my vigor,
Constrained my lust.
So, her helping hand, I
grope tight,
‘till I heard her bones
crack,
Oh, why I can not come?
Take me beyond and forth!
I’d breastfeed the driving
force
Deep in this empty corridor,
I know I am strong
And the walls will sway;
Shrink their prison away.
The night sky above my pale
face
Would blink at last a single
star
And bestow a sheer desire
To compel and overwhelm with
glare.
I promise I will no longer
stare
And I will dare to fare far
from here!
Merge one with outer cheer;
Cry away my insecure fear.
I will always be the one to
paint the stars.
If there were no sun, I’d
light a match;
Blind and dim the silence.
I’m too impressed by life’s
arrest
And
yet, inspired to fray the invisible decay.
Every cloud cleared away
And I knew the time
To lift myself away has come
I tore my clothes apart
And threw away the heavy
burden
It was time to leave
The deathless snow began to
melt.
An impetus impelled me to
revive my soul
The void had pulled me down
a vacuum
Only I could over-pull and
unchain.
A breadth of a drawing gap
Looped and surrounded me,
Diffused and salvaged me.
But it was time to detach;
To rebel and evade.
I picked a stone
“Someone save me,” I
engraved,
Sprinkled it with lonely
tears,
And I threw far away my
message.
Emptiness hollowed from
within.
I tried to search beneath,
But the void only lived.
I sat on the gray sand—
The dark night cooled so
cold.
I waited…
Stared at the blinking
stars.
Then I overheard one say,
“The carving will wear off.
The sweeping sea will erase
the epitaph.
No one will retreat your
fate.
Turn away, no one is on his
way!”
I did not answer
To a point so right
I raised and glared at the
aloof sea.
But then, the squealing
winds whistled hope,
“Go on, find your home!”
Alone.
Just me.
No one with me.
I turned away and walked
I walked through lifeless
alleys;
Then entered fruitless valleys.
The darkness dimmed ahead—
No path I could foresee—
But I kept on walking.
“Where am I headed?”
An answer I did not demand.
I knew I’d find myself.
I pushed away the thistly
bushes—
Smacking me with almighty
seethe.
I bled, but I didn’t hurt.
I dragged, but I ran…
III
I ran, I ran, and I ran…
Worn-out sweat dripped,
But not a flower sprigged
out.
Strong-out breaths huffed,
But not a cloud drifted
away.
I ran, I ran, and I ran…
And stopped…
I stood before the boarding
cross.
First, I wiped its arrest,
I refused its shelter,
Then I aggregated yelled,
“I know another place
exists beyond
You overshadow what I
miss
A shelter to call my home
You maybe offer
But I know a deal takes
two.
THIEF!”
The shout trembled a
turbulent vibration.
The dry leaves fell off,
The bare trees swayed
Back and forth.
The thunder I benumbed
She froze like an iceberg.
“Now, I have crossed
The squeaking yell
I’m sure will prevail!”
As assured as I spoke, I
choked.
Then silence…
I couldn’t face the boarding
cross.
Turned my back away and
gasped,
I slid a frightened tiny
step around.
The sand squeaked underneath
my feet
Tore apart my patience, but
inflamed a thread of doubt.
I shut my eyes,
“What if there was no way
Maybe the roof on me
Is the only place to
stay?
Did I over thrill myself
with madness?
The thread of doubt
Endowed a slight chance
To take the path back home,
But I held on to the trance.
“I may dread the
resentful doubt,
But I also shred the
dark!”
So, I turned and faced…
Blinded me.
Unbearable gust I couldn’t
see.
A path to set me free.
But my eyes inept
A brand new set of colors to
see.
Just like a cured blind man.