A knot (to Eucie)

She, Judy, that place, that day

Light and air made you as a cute sylph,
golden matter and diaphanous too
warmth to hug to not sense to be alone.
Trying to love sometimes seems to hug ghosts

There’s a knot between right and left side
There’s a knot bounding your light thin silk
There’s a knot hiding shy female things
where your body becomes left or right

Into a knot there are sweet secret things
that knot makes walk and dream my poor mind
so I feel weak and silly my heart.
There’s a knot before intimacy

I need places to rest, putting face
in safe soft friendly warm alive place
as a child, as a pet looking for
a nice and pleasant shelter to sleep

I perceive a knot into my flesh
rooted there, where I need love and breaths,
a knot rooted so much into me
to force my soul to think sinful thoughts

I’ve a knot deeply into my deep
I see a knot hiding shivers of love
I’m a knot between heaven and hells
Solve that knot, let me walk on safe ways

Light and air made you as a cute sylph,
gentle matter and diaphanous too
warmth to hug to not sense to be alone.
Dreaming love sometimes is as hug ghosts

SL, Elven Forest, May, 13th 2022

Sin

‘Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.’ H. G. Wells

 

I told you I can not be your love
to respect whom, who owns all my limbs
to be his with my flesh and my thoughts
to be as God wants and likes I be

I’ve no doubt and it’s true; I’m aware
that my path is as my reason knows
My poor heart is a little thing as
a child caged in a dark alien box

I’m sure that I can not be your love
above all in this shocking sweet dream
where I’m pixel’s mess in form of cat,
looking for closeness, hugs and surprise

It is so, yet then why
I’m upset when you chat
with another girl here, tenderness
sharing around you two
while you smile?

My weak heart is both wish and desire.
It mistakes
truth and dream, black and white, light and dark.
Jealousy whispers me that I’m wrong
thinking to control my wish alone

I’m not able to do what I want
when I see truth I do something else
I’m not able to love without love.
I need God, to be love to my Love

 

Thinking of a friend, SL, Milkwood, October, 11th 2020

Maybe

Maybe my English is too much bad to go on to write here…
Maybe I deceived myself
Maybe it is better I quit with this stuff …

Jess

 

You lay down on a carpet on grass
lovely girl, young pale girl, while I’m dark
and black weird sinful soul
I look at your chest breathe and feel weak

My legs cannot bear more all the pounds
of so many years gone with no gain
I look at the peace of your pure breast
moving up and down, slow… I’ve a sigh

As a water ghost, pure and light, clean
innocent-looking girl, I’m here, near
to you looking at my dirty skin
after my birthday in this strange time

SL, Elven Forest,
March, 15th 2020

Tiny

 

There’s impossible love, sometimes, here
there’s impossible touch and kiss: you’re
so thin, soft, little, frail
and I can kill you using a nail

I long for you and your lovely skin
breakable as is weak each young fresh girl
I wish kiss you and hug you so tightly
and sigh for that’s no way to do it really

It’s impossible love, this one, here
as so often I see around me
I am too thin, soft, little and frail
anyone can wound me with a nail

 

 

SL, Silks, August, 20,2019

Genevieve

Near that Unicorn

 

Near a white unicorn, elvish trees
are around us as dark discrete shield.
You lay lazy and beautiful on
the horseback: your arms dreamily down

Our colours are lovely together:
my black skin on your grey one with stars
and red flowers as blood in a night
when tears are not enough, not so much

Our colours are lovely tonight.
My gold eyes into your deep blue ones
where they lose themselves looking into
those two pure water wells in your face

Near a white unicorn, elvish trees
are around here and looking at us.
Black and purple and grey and white stars:
we share our skins close. Naked souls

 

SL, Elven Forest, September, 7th 2019

I’m back!

I’m sorry, but I had to work a lot in the last days, and I was lucky to have the Xmas holiday to close an important project.

So, I could not share here my stuff each saturday, as I try to do from years.

Yet, now, I’m back again and I hope you will se soon my silly thoughts here, again!

I wish you all the best in this new year. I am so grateful to this blog that allows me to meet a lot of so clever and interesting people all around the world!

 

Thanks you!

Judy, January, 15th 2018

Ruined theatre

 

(Dedicated to my friend Sharrow Decosta)

 

Like an arrow you enter my dreams,
this my second life where my soul wants
to be naked and fragile to be
seen without pain nor bad sinful thoughts

 
On the stage of this theatre we run:
only a moment we meet, then alone
we go back as a ghost among chairs
of a ruined place without life

 
Soon the curtain will slide down, the scene
will return black and dark as before.
Now we are near and close: hug me, please!
Let the dark feelings out of these doors

 
Like an arrow you enter my dreams
this my naked soul and all her pains.
See my nude heart here down, on this floor
I feel you into me so deep, Sharrow!

 

Second Life, Kessler, 19th May, 2017

To be softie

 

My friend Glitter invites me to share my stuff at a new expo; she, Kristine and AnnaFrancesca made the virtual building in which it is possible show pictures, 3d works and so on. I tried to show some words.

Glitter named that project “To be softie“. She, Kristine and AnnaFrancesca joked about it with this machinima.

I joked about it with some silly words.

 

To be softie I need your warm skin
under my lips and thumbs, I need hugs
of your strong arms around all myself
I need songs of blackbirds on the shrubs

 
When I’m softie I see better words
about peace and love and true full joy
I became like a mad silly cat
while it balances itself on the tree

 
Yet I don’t really know what’s the sense
of this “softie” about Glitter says.
But I feel happy and young just now, then
I can write this stuff and feel me so

 

 

SL, Eternal Possession,

November, 26th 2016

Hoverfly

OK: I tried do get a photo really like this one, but the sun was not gentle with me… grrrrrrrrrr… so I found this beautiful picture here. Thank you Gianni!

 

Mask of useful bee I too wear
like a hoverfly on a white flower
I put on such a stubborn mimesis
to walk hidden around all the world

My invisible nature requires
gestures, feelings and angry love hopes
Also Judy is a mask and true skin
does not cover this emotion’s software

 

April, 25 2016

 
Italian version