Primitive

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by Carmen H Gray

On the hot concrete of the parking lot

I saw the remains of once was

Its shimmering iridescence

Laid bare, unguarded

On display to indifferent automatons

Much too distracted by manufactured movements

An ancient keepsake in a modern world

Of discarded plastic

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Unrestrained

“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous – lava, inflammable, unrestrained.”
―Anais Nin

Unrestrained

by Carmen H Gray

Unbridled you

Like water, unbordered

You cannot be contained

Chargeless, yet charging forward

Wild, untamed

Don’t let anything

Keep you detained

Beautiful you

Unabashed, unashamed

Don’t let anyone

Keep you claimed

Not even me

Gitana

“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
―Roman Payne

Gitana

by Carmen H Gray

Her beauty won’t capture what she needs

It will fade and leave her lonely, she should concede

But what you don’t see is that she isn’t trying

Nor looking, needing, vying or buying

She is a wayfarer here

A sightseer

Of all parts of life

Not a wife

Not a maid

Not afraid

Of what is next

Or who rejects

Her queendom

That is freedom