Alexandra Jicol

They are days where I feel lost and downWhere it feels like is no allyBut only foes aroundThey are days when I feelThat all the love I haveIs not perceivedAs it shouldIt’s being lost…

Or corrupted by beings,(maybe them selves lost and drained… in pain)That’s like getting around near blinded soulsInto a zombie world.They are days where I feelMisunderstoodMisjudgedMisleadWhere injustice and painAre closer that they had ever beenThey are days where I feel aloneWhere the loneliness is so heavyThat I can barely breathAnd no tears will comeTo release me from that.Where facing my fearsIt seem an interminable warAnd where the « winner »Can be only one… 

In those days I knowThat It’s not only “THEM” and “ME”,What an illusion that can be! 

But is the “DARKNESS”Who try to triumph over “US”(All)And finally to destroy "WE”,And all that’s leftOf the SOUL of man. 

copyright © Alexandra Jicol - All Rights Reserved  2010 – 2011

Prophecy has been fulfilled,Since know that I have been before andI will exist even after this life will pass...Dreams are real as the skin that's reviveDivinely reacting to my electric touch...No regrets translated in anger will fill my mouthSpiting forever the unwanted pain,No cold winds will torment my heartOther than in those moments when standing head highI witness the constant weakness of mankind (and YES, including my own !).Even then I raise my eyesCaptured by exploding rays of light,SpinningI escape to all that strive to be captured by darkness...Therefore I'm free to be ~ on this playground of realities! 

poem copyright © Alexandra Jicol

Standing here Suspended in the middle of the universe By my roots armsThe tips of the fingers full of senses A timid light I came as the same as I'll may be gone Into the spinning memory Of a past That I'm constantly failing to remember...

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Débout iciSuspendue au milieu de l'universPar mes bras racinesLes buts des doigts pleins de sensésUne lumière timideJe suis venue comme et de même je vais peut-être m’en allerDans la mémoire tournanteD'un passéQue j’échoue constamment de me souvenir ...

Alexandra Jicol © copyright 2010

I was thinking:"That's THE END!"But suddenly a hidden door it openedAnd I felt the breeze of a new beliefAnd "HOPE”!~J’ai pensé :» Ceci est LA FIN! »Mais soudainementUne porte cache c’est entrouvertEt j’ai pu sentir une brisePleine d’une nouvelle croyanceEt "d'ESPOIR"…poem copyright © Alexandra Jicol.

As long as our words are released (expressed /directed sometime towards a specific « target »), and as long as they can touch others souls; to provoke feelings of happiness, joy, tears or hope, to change others life’s maybe improve it or not so…We need to face a simple truth: this is not a « virtual » world but an extremely real one. A world where we learn again to become humans, to feel to share and to express our aliveness. To share our dreams and to reconnect with the universe, with our neighbor, with our past and our future; a world where everyone can be free and light.We realize looking around us how much beauty is released from each of us, how big is our need of caring attention and rewarding feelings, how much we crave love, kindness and care…When we walk into this "virtual” world we need always to remember and be aware that each small step of ours can create a storm in someone else’s life.The power of being HUMAN is to care !Copyright © Alexandra Jicol

no, No dreams can be destroyed, If 'dreams' one know not what does it means, Nor the colors that I shape with my mind, The bright light that guide one in the dark, The excitement of every sense, The unseen that cannot be acknowledged by the 'few' Yet too many 'blinded' soulless ones Feeding from within... 'Darkness' know that I'll always be a step ahead, So, know that. And 'catch me if you can'..."poem copyright © Alexandra Jicol 2011