Masiela Lusha

Rookie (23 October 1985-? / Tirana, Albania)

Masiela Lusha Poems

1. Roma I 7/10/2006
2. Unveiling 7/31/2006
3. Quiet Thickening 7/31/2006
4. Sea War's Widow 7/31/2006
5. Venus And Mars 7/31/2006
6. Trillium 7/31/2006
7. Watching Adam Heal 7/31/2006
8. Poem 7/31/2006
9. Vienna 7/31/2006
10. Our Touch 7/31/2006
11. My Mind Aches 7/30/2006
12. Sleep A Moment, Frosted Face 7/10/2006
13. I Do Not Try 7/10/2006
14. Little Dreamer (For Lil' Gracie) 7/10/2006
15. Fire 7/10/2006
16. Maple Lives 7/10/2006
17. Christmas In Schönbrunn 7/11/2006
18. Hardest To Forgive 7/31/2006
19. Chameleon 7/31/2006
20. Mother Theresa's 'Poezia' 7/30/2006
21. Hummingbird 7/10/2006
22. The Sea 7/10/2006
23. Medusa's Head 7/31/2006
24. Early Spring 7/31/2006
25. You Can'T Swim 7/11/2006
26. Medusa's Pride 7/30/2006
27. Ode To The Mother 7/31/2006
28. Muse 7/31/2006
29. Celestial Rumors 7/31/2006
30. Gravestones 7/10/2006
31. My Mind's Leopard 7/10/2006
32. Eternity 7/10/2006
33. The Virgin Statue 7/10/2006
34. I Dig For Nothing 7/10/2006
35. I Cannot Love You Honestly 7/30/2006
36. Fruits Of Tribute 7/10/2006
37. Night And Tears 7/10/2006
38. Full Moon- A Siren's Song 7/10/2006
39. Drinking The Moon 7/10/2006
40. The Polite Sea 7/10/2006
Best Poem of Masiela Lusha

Call Us Women

All you men...
What lies in your fists?

In your eyes,
Tongue,
& Mind?

Your packs of gods
Offer drops of life,
& we women
Carry it,
Bake it
& endure it
Until it becomes
A seed of heaven,

Which we fed with our mouth,
Caressed with our blood,
& heard its bubbling songs
of life
Through our skin.

Your bellies,
Which lounge gods of Men,
Of changing passion
& rage,

Can never churn
The weight of a shell
Into a breathing being as powerful
As yourself.

It was bestowed upon us,
Because ...

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A Man Of Forty

A man of forty. Forty years the child.
His eyes don't see me but his mother.
His past. And like a child he wanders
Clean through the tunnels of his time.
And lost logic, and found regret.
His history plays inside his eyes,
and his fingers play with his pain,
He doesn't play with logic. Logic
Can't be found in this child's fate.

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