Amera Andersen Poems

'Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate' (3.9)
Leave behind all hope, you who enter

Gate of Hell, canto 3
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Please don’t exploit me as I come to you.
We’ll harness the stars and the mountain dew
and a colossal rainbow over trees.
As I come to you, don’t exploit me please.
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When my thoughts are turned within,
There lives a Tiger I obey.
I find my other self… my twin.
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Spirit to Spirit

So many things have turned my spirit so.
Yet I do resist and yield to it yet.
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She came to me with her transparent dreams
A pregnant young girl with her life to give
Death swims before her in hazy illusion
Forced and raped, she was left in pain
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Cognitive intelect,
ancient teachings revealed.
Philosophize with the moon,
listen to the wind.
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An eerie feeling on the road that night,
I was cold, tired and needed some sleep.
As the dark mist parted I could see the light,
so I cocked the wheel as I turned my Jeep.
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I am the breath of firmament
gazing up upon the heavens
I see three angels did descend
holier than thou presumption
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I love my evening stroll beside the waves,
collecting shells and thoughts along the way;
a daily trek my inner spirit craves,
beside the ocean at the end of day.
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When Shakespeare said: “The world is but a stage”
he must have known the stage was but my world.
For in the theater I can disengage
and let my inhibitions be unfurled.
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